Details |
Fadairo Tesleem Poem
/How I yelled at God/
I saw a bird twirls towards me
"looks like a bat" No ! "it's an hawk"
I only heard the resounding flaps
of its wings.
It sang in such an undecipherable language,
Language no one understands but I.
What a bird !
"Boy ! Kneel & say a few prayers"
authoritatively it sang.
As Muslims revolve the holy 'kaã'bah'
& with silky looks and remorseful hearts
hold its shield firmly.
& Christians confess their dooms in presence
of 'Holy Mary'
I closed my eyes,knelt down & spoke.
Holy bird from the most high !
Tell father when you reach home,tell him
that this small boy has written tons of
words of hatred to himself,
word he'd ne'er say to his enemies.
Tell him this small boy here will end it all
if HIS interference takes too long
Copyright © Fadairo Tesleem | Year Posted 2021
|
Details |
Fadairo Tesleem Poem
o long
*************
"My Legs Led Me To The Emptied Apartments Of My Ancestors"
/My parents/teachers/peers/
told me nowhere on earth
is as silent as a graveyard
/Even mosques/not churches/not shrines/
are fitted to be compared to its lingering silent
atmosphere.& Today, I followed a friend to a garage,
after ruiner of happiness built an /unbreakable wall/
/unjumpable bridge/& an electrified fence/
to the beginning of a journey with /no ending/no returning
/of loneliness/& unpredictable destination/.
/But I heard the peeved laments
of heirs who preceeded their heroes/
/The weird sounds of wandering
souls finding their hosts/
The noisy violent wind that,
/erupts/sweeps/&gathers dreams/
Different noises of different tones from rooms,
/Pleading/threatening/protesting.
/Give back this life to me,
'ver would I go back to it/
/& If I can hide beneath tonight's darkness,
I'd strangle my wife's concubine/
/& they said death don't accept bribes,
Why'd he leave my father's father and take me/
©®Fadairo Tesleem
Copyright © Fadairo Tesleem | Year Posted 2021
|
Details |
Fadairo Tesleem Poem
//Superstitions//
I grew up to know;
// // // //
That a pregnant woman mustn't
be on street in the middle of a sunny day,
for the foetus her stomach houses might
be swapped for spirits from ancestral world.
That a grown up lad that bedwets
should pay twilight homage
to an upright tree
& twist butts in its presence.
That to trip over your left leg tells
/dooms/red light/misfortune/& bad luck/
&whenever I smash my right feet
o'er an hidden root,it's positivity & goodluck.
That when a star rushes down
& vacate the sky,
it's a proverbial way of telling
us 'bout the exit of an hero.
That ghosts find ways out of their beds
& come home each thursdays,visiting
their households & foods should either
be sprayed outside or placed in, uncovered !
That whoever urinates in river has
ignorantly dared Oluweri's wrath
&attendees at his ceremonies shall
be drenched by violent downpour.
That mothers that die aren't dead,
They loiter around,watching after their fruits.
That a sudden weird wave in the ear drum
is an evil call from the terrestrial world.
All rights reserved
Tasleem Fadairo
Copyright © Fadairo Tesleem | Year Posted 2021
|
Details |
Fadairo Tesleem Poem
/How I yelled at God/
I saw a bird twirls towards me
"looks like a bat" No ! "it's an hawk"
I only heard the resounding flaps
of its wings.
It sang in such an undecipherable language,
Language no one understands but I.
What a bird !
"Boy ! Kneel & say a few prayers"
authoritatively it sang.
As Muslims revolve the holy 'kaã'bah'
& with silky looks and remorseful hearts
hold its shield firmly.
& Christians confess their dooms in presence
of 'Holy Mary'
I closed my eyes,knelt down & spoke.
Holy bird from the most high !
Tell father when you reach home,tell him
that this small boy has written tons of
words of hatred to himself,
word he'd ne'er say to his enemies.
Tell him this small boy here will end it all
if HIS interference takes too long
Copyright © Fadairo Tesleem | Year Posted 2021
|