Who can save mama?
Being stripped naked
Mocked, turned and scorned
By villains, aliens beyond
Shall you? Shall I?
They came with perplexed clothings
Coatings with absconded beauty
I know we wallowed in with confusion.
Who can turn our minds back to our own clothings?
Shall you? Shall I?
You turned our minds against EBA.
Our roots and fruits were trampled upon.
You gave us fried rice 'n' indomie.
Who will remind us our roots?
Shall you? Shall I?
Where is Ogun ? Where is amadioha?
Where is sango? I mean where is aranmiyan?
Where are our ancestors?
Who can tell where they are now?
Shall you? Shall I?
Oh mama Africa!
Papa alien has married you?
Paid bride price to mercenaries
Dowry spread amongst monks
Who can tell them we marry no more?
Shall you? Shall I?
Categories:
sango, africa,
Form: ABC
WHO IS AFRAID OF WUROLA?
Who is afraid of wurola?
The mountainous beast of iloba
The land Of the creeping giants
Wurola, who stitches his heart with blood
In the bettle field where the breeze
Announces the deeds of the giants
Wurola,Whose Mighty hands slay thousand
At a sight in the battle field of yester years
Who could challenge his authority?
He. Once flapped his tender Wings
To embrace the spirit of sango
He is the worrior who played with
human skull and danced with the queen
In present of the king who killed his family
Are you afraid of him?
Who is afraid of him?
I am not afraid of him like them there
He was once my Schoolmate
In themorning of yesterday when
We Wore khaki treading down
The street like children of the gods
I can make him swing twice
I Can knock him off balance
And Remove that crown of worrior
On his small head
I know his weak point better
Who is afraid of wurola the worrior
I am not even moved by his presences
Even though he taller than me.
Categories:
sango, abuse, age, art,
Form: Blank verse
We treaded beneath the harvest moon
cursing the viper beneath the hideous act
that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria",
too frightened to predecease his age mates
he lay lifeless on his death bed
a cosy platform made of fine bamboo
and his eyes spinned as if in a hex
drum beats acclaimed our arrival
at the abode of Sango the wizard of wizards
of course we had with us a black heifer,
snout enough to entice the gods
we entered the rounded hut willy-nilly
and quietly we fell on a Columbus skin
the accustomed comfort for the doctor's guests
the famed hermit displayed his aptitude
arrayed in mysterious amulets he looked creepy
and sure indeed our ticks palpitated
dancing in circles marked the preliminaries
before moving on to palpate,
his already awe-stricken patient
slowly the patient was made to gulp
a mysterious potion from Sango's secret recipe
which we all thought tasted like tonic water
that was one of our visit to a warlock
and sure enough it proved fruitful
for the patient -that- was lives to tell
of how magic had beat science
Categories:
sango, magic,
Form: Narrative
Only at the top of “Mapo” Hill
Lies the old but tattered roofs
Of the ancient city of Ibadan
"Ajorosun" the second largest in Africa
Archaic modern city with which we measure
The political tempo and potentio-meter
Of the most populous black nation in the world
The city of those who only chew “Oro”
And converse with the mat for the dinner
The city of those who ride and rid people
Their properties with horses and impunity
Those who refuse to know “Laipo”
Stand not to know the city called Ibadan
The city of the real warriors and conquerors
Alayande Stephen. T
2nd of Novembere ,2005
12.09pm
Inside a Lagos bus on my way to Ibadan
From Lagos.The inspiration came when
The vehicle (Sango-Molete) got to Bere,
Behold I saw Ibadan and the tattered roofs.
NB-"Ajorosun" is a Yoruba word from an Ethnic group in Nigeria.It is used as
praise poetry for the Ibadan people of Nigeria.
Categories:
sango, adventure, family, friendship, history,
Form: Free verse