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Ololade Omololu Poem
We made a promise to be together,
see the harvest and play in the summer,
to see the vine,celebrate with wine.
I'll wait till December, I'll hold on no matter,
till you come in the summer, then we will be together.
We made a vow to stay forever,
see the ranch and play in the summer.
To race with horse,celebrate the cross.
Today is October,I'll hold on no matter,
till you come in the summer then we will stay forever.
We made a pact to call each other,
see the opera and play in the summer.
To sing a ballad,celebrate with salad.
Its three months after December,I'll hold on no matter,
till you come in the summer, we will call each other.
We made a covenant of sickness and health,
see it lasts,no matter the weather.
To see you smile, celebrate your life.
Now you are gone, I shiver and wonder,
someday we will meet to part no longer.
Copyright © Ololade Omololu | Year Posted 2009
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They came and walked on this soil,
hands and feet shod in chains.
They marched through unending roads,
a highway of pain and sorrows.
The shackles of slavery burdened their souls.
They awoke each day,
with fears in their minds and prayers in their hearts.
They died with a song on their lips.
They passed on with a message of hope.
When you cross over the rivers,
tell our fathers that our chains are hungs as memorials.
We have stayed too long on the road,
we have finally reached our homes.
We are dinning in a large house with greatlights,
our children are walking happily on the streets,
the Nations stand in awe of us,
as they have become witnesses of what is possible.
Our gown of mourning has been torn,
we are clothed with a marriage gown.
Salvation has come with healing on its wings,
for our father's captivity is turned around.
If you hear us cry today,
if our tears fill your censers above,
think not that we are in chains.
for today our dream is born.
For we cry in our songs,
we cry in our prayers,
we cry through our smiles,
we cry because change has come.
We will teach our children this story.
The story of redemption.
Tell our fathers,
to sleep in peaceful bliss.
For though the struggle may continue,
we know that victory is certain.
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Maitama i remember,
as i sit by the coast of Niger.
There i'll always weep,
when i remember maitama.
For our culture has put us asunder,
it required from us a price.
What greater price has love,
than to lay its life for one.
As cold winds of harmattan upon a dry lips,
so is the absence of your love a whip upon my soul.
As the rains floods our village with waters,
so those happiness floods my spirit with the thought of you.
My love and my life,
wish i could make you my wife.
Art thou still in thy father's bosom?
or in the arms of a stranger?
Maitama i remember,
as i sit by the coast of Niger.
There i 'll always weep,
whenever i remember Maitama
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Oh! this cry that aches my heart,
folded fist, the size of my pie
kick,kick..I just can't fight,
this swaddling cloth beside my thigh.
Sssssh... and I'll sing you a lullaby,
Christmas carol or ocean drive,
kick,kick...oh! I cannot fight,
this swaddling cloth before my eyes.
shake shake....I beam with a smile,
furious cries and teary eyes,
kick kick and a fart with ease,
this swaddling cloth I cannot resist.
rock rock, I lay it to sleep,
kisses and affection,showers from me,
its gentle head upon the breast,
this swaddling babe, my heart's gem.
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Sweet sweet tomorrow
come with good tidings and messages like drops of honey
come softly like the dew,
bid away my hopeless noon.
Sweet sweet tomorrow,
ride on the back of angels and be swift as the wheels of chariots
whisk the sad days goodbye,
let the teary nights depart.
Sweet sweet tomorrow,
come with a jar of sweetness and a daisy of hope
come and renew my heart with sweetness again,
sweet tomorrow.
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Ololade Omololu Poem
Maitama i remember,
as i sit by the coast of Niger.
There i'll always weep,
when i remember maitama.
For our culture has put us asunder,
it required from us a price.
What greater price has love,
than to lay its life for one.
As cold winds of harmattan upon a dry lips,
so is the absence of your love a whip upon my soul.
As the rains floods our village with waters,
so those happiness floods my spirit with the thought of you.
My love and my life,
wish i could make you my wife.
Art thou still in thy father's bosom?
or in the arms of a stranger?
Maitama i remember,
as i sit by the coast of Niger.
There i 'll always weep,
whenever i remember Maitama
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Sleeps departs but dark mist persist
with walking sticks and swollen feet
a bowl in hand,pennies in it
we want to know,who knows the way.
Golden feet on ivory Street
barns and yards in rural reefs
all have eyes of lame survey
behold, they ask who knows the way
Many footprints on sands has passed
day and night we travail on
a search unending,while nerves are bending
still we ask who knows the way.
Jesus is the way.
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Tonight,
There will be no stories by moonlight.
The moon shall hide behind the thick drapes of clouds,
the stars shall lower its luminescence
the skies will turn grey,
when the carriage passes down the road.
The dust shall be as the stone,
discomfort and pain upon the sole,
the rivers shall not flow into the sea,
while the trees shall bear no fruit,
tonight no one will sings a lullaby.
The chapel bells shall not call the living,
grave and death sneak into the corridor,
black veils doth fill the temple gate,
and brokenness the other of the day.
Tonight everyone remembers the phrase"once upon a time
Tonight,there are no fairy cakes and season play
The stillness of life, a shadow it cast
tonight as men shall mourn their dead
heaven pray for the living on earth
Tonight, take Jesus and live for all ends.
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Oh what a love,
a love so pure.
He did this for you,
He did this for me.
He walked on the sea,
He made the blind to see,
that we all might believe,
He came to set us free.
Demons flee,
sickness retreat,
satan's defeat
bruised under our feet.
He gave his life,
that we might not die,
His love was not a lie,
see how they pierced his side.
He did this for you,
He did this for me,
that we all might believe,
He came to set us free.
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What is it?
That flames me with it's presence.
Like a dark horse it carries me
to places I have never been
and show me secrets hidden to me.
Like a raging messenger
and crosses the thickness of my thought,
stirrs my spirit man out of slumber,
sometimes changing my world.
What is it about the dreams of my head ?
and the visions of my bed?
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