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The Pains of Motherlessness

(a poem by Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele) 
Sympathizing with every motherless child. 

The Pain of Motherlessness 
Is far beyond measure 
Especially for a green mind. 

Begins from the shock of announcement 
To illusion of preparing the corpse 
To agony of witnessing the interment 

Since Mama has gone 
Though no more weeping 
But mourning ceases not 
O maa see o! 

Since Mama has gone 
I've been searching for substitute 
But what an exercise in futility! 
What a mirage! 

The vacuum is beyond description 
There's limit to what wife can endure 
There's limit to what husband can tolerate 
Theres limit to what baba can do 
Only abiyamo tooto can play all the role. 
O maa see o! 

Since abiyamo has gone 
Who has the gut to confront my foes? 
No one dreams of me again 
And begins to take steps at dawn 
The pains of motherlessness 
Is far beyond description 
It's agonising, it's horrifying. 

Since Mama has gone. 
No one asked me for bread again 
No one sent me wraps of locust beans 
No free laps for my kids to play on 
Children are crying but 
No lullabies, no allegories 
No warm hands to cuddle my head 
No singing of lineage panegyrics 
The pain is much. 

All the graveyard promises 
Are nothing but hollow rituals 
The lacuna is unfillable 
There's only one abiyamo 
Searching for any other one 
Would be amounted a generational mirage. 
The pain seems unending. 
It's beyond description. 

To every motherless child 
A dead mother is like a stolen rapper 
Exposed to harmattan of life, 
Unblocked from mosquitoes of life 
No more cover, no more pillows 
No more care but just little affection 
The pains are enormous. 

Imagine a visit to the village 
Water offered by others 
Not as the one from her pot. 
Her room is now vacant 
Who will say good bye with prayers? 
Who will drop tears at parting? 
The pain is beyond measure. 

Not at home, leaving for a while 
No one to claim my right for me 
In her absence at the family meeting 
Portions of shares reduced to meagre 
Property unevenly distributed 
Blames were wrongly apportioned. 
The pain is much. 

Here comes a warning 
Oh! A motherless child 
Never dares having back wound 
Because it may not heal. 
Exercise cautions always, be prayerful 
As no one to tell the hard truth again 
No one to condemn the misdeeds 
No one to appreciate the good 
No one to tell fore warning 
Please, se jeje o! 

A caring mother 
A Shepherd to her child 
A good mother 
A stern cover to her breed 
A lovely mother 
A strong defence minister

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With Challenges, Life Is Bittersweet

WITH CHALLENGES, LIFE IS BITTERSWEET 

Please, mention his name?
I mean that man, yeah, 
Who has no difficulty 
That's challenging his life.

Where's he? 
I mean that man, yeah, 
That leads his life, 
Without having issues,
Confronting him.  

The powerful, the rich, the priests 
Are not without theirs, even  more
Confronting them or they confront daily
Adversity brings comfort, satisfaction 
The only man without challenges had gone since

Tell that man,
That's free of it,
Tell that man,
That's facing it,
Not to give up 
Challenge is not a curse
Life is bittersweet. 
Difficult morning, comfortable night 

Every greatman had faced,
And had conquered theirs,
Of different nature, measures,
With faith, with hope, they won. 

A man without a challenge,
Call him an impostor, fake, 
That can't define his existence,
Thus, let's hope for a challenge,
In humility, prayer, action its solution lies 
With faith and efforts we overcome 

Challenges faced, 
Challenges conquered,
Achievements recorded,
Existence valued, measured,
Target set, Hope got,  renewed, 
Life redefined, Goal accomplished,
And our living be well acknowledged.

Not all challenges are bad 
Though some make, others mar
Whether it would be conquered or not 
Attempts must be made 


Challenge is a pointer that,
Fired unexampled discovery,
Worthy knowledge, experience 
Towards attaining greatness.

Only a fool,
Makes mockery,
Of those facing challenges,
Not knowing his already standing 
At his threshold struggling to open the door

Once a challenge is overcome 
Another may resurface
 Like the moon at sunset 
Life itself is a challenge
That's how we continue to live
Till the Omega closes the gate.

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I Witnessed It

Horrible smash of broken bottles,
Blood gush from young touts' bodies,
Nauseating odour of marijuana, grass, 
Spoiled that Monday evening.

I witnessed it,
A deadly fracas erupted,
Between two rival teenage cultists,
At Asarailu's son naming ceremony.

Asarailu cult group had launched,
A mayhem, killed, maimed, butchered,
And escaped during the last encounter,
But this reprisal is more brutally bloody.

Imam's sermon bottled it till sunset,
Final prayer was made, riot unleashed 
Boys brought out their lebe, cutlasses 
Empty bottles were maximally utilized 

Asarailu (angel of death) and his family, 
Of eleven siblings, wives and a mother,
Occupied a newly completed building,
Invited terror to our peaceful street.

I witnessed it with my neighbours,
We peeped through a square hole,
Designed to open the gate by the entrants 
That's our own CCTV. 

Young urchins are more skillful 
Than the old ones in using machete 
Area boys massacred, stabbed rivals to coma,
I witnessed it 

Police came like gentle civilians 
In a rickety korope, flashing torch lights
After the storm had turned to a millpond
Arrested Asarailu's mother-in-law and a chum. 

At last, fearful peace emerged
Residents resurfaced from asylum 
Shared various versions of gory stories 
Fears had banished smiles from all faces

Such is a rarity, it pains me
Since I've been residing here
Asarailu had murdered that aged peace 
This is the first ever kerfuffle note I enwrite

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Worriers Sink Warriors Shine

Worriers Sink, Warriors Shine
- By Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele

Let's exempt the death
Worry is for the living
Who has cases to win
Challenges to surmount
Fears to conquer
Aspirations to achieve
Failure to escape, 
Success to record.

To worriers, life is hellish
Every issue seems unsurmountable
They easily manufacture excuses
Often soaked in sinking feelings
And anxious about nothingness

To warriors, life is fun
They call problems challenges
Often chase the winning formulas
Not fearful but focused

Warriors fight through the battlefield
Stand gallantly at other bank 
Coast home winnings, loots, plunder
And tell the adventure tales of heroic exploit

Before the voyage
Worriers had sunk mentally
Physically in the midstream
Get consumed by anxiety.
Every worrier dies trophyless

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Not Only the Sick

NOT ONLY THE SICK 

The sick aren't limited to only
Those ones lying on the bed
Feeling uncomfortable, weak
Receiving treatment, instructions 

Not only the sick
Everyone is a casualty 
Carers, sympathizers, doctors 
Friends far and distant ones are

The sick are well treated like newly born 
Sleep inside, on the bed, well covered 
But caregivers sleep outside like goats
Exposed to cold, mosquito bites and fears 

Not only the sick feel the pains 
Loved ones run helter-skelter 
Relations always in panic, fear 
Resume deeply in prayer, fasting 

Stay at home too not at rest 
Not sure of the sick's condition 
Though waiting to see him again 
To receive him healthier than ever 

Physicians as well, not exempted 
Hope to discharge the patient alive 
Research and consult, go extra miles
Prefer smiling farewell to parting tears.

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Covid 19: a Leveller

COVID 19: A LEVELLER

Apocalypse! Armageddon! Ragnarok!
Deadly spread of  COVID 19
Caused by human misdeeds 
Confusion. disaster cover the land
Death now becomes a reigning language
Both the cause and the cure brew conflicts
But can men stop transgressing on earth?

COVID 19 is rife 
Though born in Wuhan 
Spread from China world over 
Caught all and sundry  unaware 
Armed with deadly infection 
Posed to halt the world 
Is it possible?

Coronavirus
First of its kind, unexampled 
Travels  faster than aeroplane 
Kills legions across bothers 
Will the scourge stop spreading?

First time ever 
When all men become equal 
No more superiority among nations 
Coronavirus, a leveller beyond limits
Can the world  continue like this?

Isolation breeds stagnation 
Social distancing in vogue 
No inter and intra trades 
Every entry under lock 
Is any nation indispensable?

Hunger set to reign 
On African soils 
And other nations 
Where selfish leaders 
Are piloting the canoes
Will they learn their lessons?

All in confusion 
Fear grips the rich
The poor wallop in panic 
Death is now cheap, ubiquitous 
Can the world survive the virus?

Covix 19 defies faith 
Clergies run for cover
Fellowship, Jumat outlawed 
Worshippers pray at home 
Sanctuaries turn desert 
No one dares touch others
Can God answer the prayers? 

Cure vaccine not yet invented 
Only safey measures are here 
Only those agree to stay home 
May live to tell the story later 
Daily, thousands contract it
Daily, hundreds die of it 
Is  the cure feasible?

May it not continue, I pray 
But if otherwise 
Keeps rearing its ugly head
Hmm!  if  men's  end imminent 
Can animals and plants play the roles? 
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE

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Jesus Made the Worst Sacrifice

Jesus' birth was novel
All about Him was divine 
He preached the gospel 
For the world to be safe

On the Cross, He was nailed 
With a thief, He was crucified 
Like a thief, He was brutalized 
Committed no sin but punished 

On it, he died 
In His own blood 
Till the third day 
And resurrected 

Through him millions know God 
With His name yokes get broken 
He had made the worst sacrifice
His resurrection calls for celebration 

Jesus neither milked His followers 
Nor deposited tithe in private accounts 
Owed no personal estates or cathedral
Let's lead, love and live like the Christ

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Aftertaste of Power

AFTERTASTE OF POWER

Power tastes like food 
Intoxicates like spirit 
Transient on the tongue 
To good and bad incumbents 
It's just awhile on the throne .
Aftertaste may be sweet 
If not, it'll definitely be bitter 
To many past kings
 It's bittersweet 
It all depends 
Now I ring the bell 
That to every eater 
That's those in power 
Aftertaste is sure 
The end is real
As eggs is eggs 
Ex will be word.

Tunde Dawood-Akerele
18th May, 2020