The word itself is a wall
made of windows
and broken frames.
Mind moves over
a seascape, builds bridges
between the waves.
Now you are doing it,
that thing,
creating vineyards
with buckets of sand.
The script, the writing,
it is a harvest sown
by a form yet unborn.
It means nothing,
yet nevertheless
wine pours
then all antecedence,
all inference
returns to scratches
upon a cooling mud
and it is that mud,
the mud on your hands
that speaks.
Categories:
antecedence, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Seed of anthropology
Blue-print of ancient antique
Antecedence of brown skin politic
Deity to pre-colonial centralised culture
A republic with institutionally adorned grace for violence
Bodija (they are ever ready)
Awon ti ogun koleko; undefeatable and resilient in battle
Ibadan the light to many
The beauty of brown in head covering
Ibadan the birth-place of ancient civilization
The unbreakable wall of Yoruba defence
The home of warriors,
the seat of bashorun,
even the Lords of Britain knew Ibadan for it art and act of unique diplomacy.
If there ever was a city
If the brown continent was to have a Paris
If love was to have a home
My rest and comfort will be my city; IBADAN.
Categories:
antecedence, 1st grade, africa, city,
Form: Free verse