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The Road

Dark stripe night-like silvery shadow,
  Bottom of an earthen pot of a kind,
  Hallowed sepia-eyes of Black Dahlia in her dying glow
  Expressway etched intaglio,
  Through miles of my crazy driving mind,
 
  It is dawn,
  Under  a cloud, peeps the sun,
  While morning dew is still fresh,
  On the leafy flesh,
 
  In front lies my life,
  The sesame yawning road doses starving,
  It is the day of my harvest moon
  And i must be home,
  To reap the corn of lonely broken hearted living,
 
  Embarking on a journey to build my hope,
  On the beyond stubbles of life,
  By loosely trailing on so labyrinthine along a
  strange rope,
  Where will this romance
  With the Anaconda leads?
  Maybe destined like the road to somewhere leads,
  When will this sojouner comes to the remembrance
  And comes to the crossroads,
  Of life's all unending trods?
  Helplessly! my days keep throwing up the sponge, 
  When will i plunge
  Into the mirage ocean,
  Of oblivion?
 
  This road leads  
  To the sleepy lull,
  This road leads 
  To the seraphic soul,
  Over the lily covered Hilly
  Down the unbeknownst far fir forested valley,
  It goes on eternally.

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Mushin

Mushin Ajina
   Bojiojimi
   Eruobodo, ogongo baba eiye
   Ofigbogbo ara shogun bi olosha
   Gidigbalo dawa omowipe ebi npa omo enikankan
   Iluola ti ki nsekan labo afi kobuyari
   Iluoola baba Dimeji
   Eniyan ogoro nwo e goro
   Awon dobodi yes ma poshe
   Woni otigun igi re  koja ewe
   Igba  ti ba edun nile odi obo
   Igba ti ba enle odi irawe
   Agba de okuro lewe
   Won omowipe aiye ominira lonje
   Olaju totun lala
   Odiju otun riran
   Mawominiran baba Fatai         
   Ewo ketona
   Ena ketora
   Enibitin to fowo ola gbaniloju
   Arinja lojawa
   Ago, ago lona ni ti jalo
   Malu ja odi bolo oya mi
   Ashoromo
   Ashorowo
   Ashorokan
   Ajagungbade
   Fibeyenle jo!
{Mushin one of the flashpoint in Lagos Nigeria is the place i was born, full of miscreants and hoodlums who are ready to foment trouble. The language is Yoruba language of West Africa and spoken in the West indies and Brazil}

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Mushin

A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows move and speeds transaction times;
   And the delicious hawkers are on parade,
   
   Plentiful offered to hurrying feet:
   Whet the appetite!
   Eatful and relaxful!
   A cry of artificial 'soyoyo' resounds above the din,
   And another sportive:
   Eatful and relaxful!
   Mine is not garbage
   Aroma is bellywarming,
   Buy and get a kiss! 
   A touch-room of rollicking buttocks,
   A new wife in your backyard.
   
   Mushin, a river, a delta and a sea of humans,
   Vegetating rootless furgitives,
   Floodgate of occupational strangers
   And sprouting munificent householders,
   Splice the meander of many whereabouts,
   Milieu of cobwebs sustaining its multiplex,
   Irresistible, the villagers deserted their origins,
   Blighted eloped to its Eden of lovers,
   End of the road fair to traders,
   And a refuge of many wandering sojourners.
   
   Eko dun ni mushin!
   Satisfactory totem of good life,
   Inside the povertytrap lives in splendour,
   The stupendours poor,
   In some portion, the cholera era still extant,
   Crowded haphazard acres, painted us in diarrhorea,
   Disheveled landscapes, colosus callous spread 
   Of tattered tentacles of households,  
   Guaranteed epiphany of praise music roar in glee,
   Seedy stadia of 'Amuluduns' afflicted with deafness,
   Gods and stars of seraph voices,
   Rhythm-tuned the bandwagons of revelers,
   A fleeting breath between moralty and debauchery
   And the colony of commune copulating emass,
   Bringing forth lavish czars of louts and touts,
   Blessed by the teeming angelic minstrels,
   
    Danfo o shiere, baba lonsinwin!
   
   The virulent-rockets that deathly sped through our
   veins,
   To reborn the bullet riddle heart of Oyenusi,
   Hoodlums rose against derelict minds;
   A ratat on Dagga's eyes,
   In the bloody sky sail the jagged wasp bottles,
   To sting and to crush neurotic pickled heads, 
   Tomahawk axes hacked the skeleton in cupboards,
   Sabre cutlasses swooped, dig-deep gully on sweltering
   flesh,
   Nuzzling for breasts, we scion each learned, 
   To wear our hearts on our sleeves, 
   To roar and to leap for sighted danger,
   We had no time to rumage the minds,
   Fed roughage to calm the molest nerves,
   Immune and armoured, we tread the screaming streets

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The Golden Stool

The Golden Stool

 Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
 To rest my bottom,
 Cursed! And of course abominable it is
 The Asantihene possesses it,
 I will rather then be banish from being;
 And become a bottomless bottoms
 A riddle riddled with contour,
 It is uncomfortable anyway,
 I will rather seat on an armchair
 Listening to the howling wind from Elmina;
 Telling stormy tales of the beginning,
 Of million sunk soul ancestors departed;
 In ocean-farer Columbus minute sail,
 Neither I examine buttocks of Homo- erectus
 With magnifying glasses,
 Nor listen to naked maidens cuddling calabash;
 Filled with soft breadfruits
 Strolling on marble tarmac roads,
 But to virgins with unripe chest mangoes;
 Dancing and queuing at my hut stepping,
 Listen to mothers mingling backed urchins
 Hoping in hope load of sacks;
 In uncountable mileage
 To dispose and bring back joy of cowries;
 Labouring farmer hue mounds in hectares,
 Rose in a grunt
 Nostalgically, looked hazily back and future;
 I must do a little bit more, more and more,
 Mounds, until I reach tip end of the earth;
 The hunegred yawns must be fill.

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Frankenstein

O! Frankenstein you were lost for a century
 Nobody could tell wherever you have been,
 But you are here now, a stranger to paradise,
 Loneliness has become your friend 
 Your other name is Friday, 
 You have no soul, you love Cinderella;
 Come, let us stroll to the earth my brother,
 Should almighty look you twice
 And discover, your heart is a transmitter
 And cord of wire lurking inside the belly,
 Have managed to peep out around your neck axle;
 Come let us go,
 I will make you the President of the world 
 Rule over every nation, every creed and tongue,
 Entreat me, I will teach you all the puerile tricks
 Tall wisdom and nubile swagger,
 Of a new nuance of language. 
 I no go, I no go!
 That globe I no go! I stay, I stay!
 Famished out earth is full of fallacies
 Terribly diabolical, cheerful envy,
 And attractive jealousy like magnet
 Infectious back biting, murderous barking 
 And tearing likes the hounds of hell,
 Virus wickedness, witch hunting like wizard of oz
 Feverish wagons of greediness uncountable; 
 I no go! I no go! I stay I no go!
 Let me hibernate under the umbrella 
 Of the omnipotent shield dreaming dreams,
 Of my blighted love by and by, 
 Where has she gone, Cinderella? 
 I looked afar off in the horizon
 And beheld her like a mirage in a paradise,
 Cupped right palm over the palm view transforming,
 So that focus could discern, now
 Striding same position in the stormy desert
 In the showering sunlight,
 Her figure moon-smooth as marble
 Her hair flagging shamelessly  in the breeze,
 Her jutted hips dance to graceful steps 
 As she came, her robe turned to cloud 
 Turned into fading white goose, as she flew away,
 Aloud her voice bust in mirth
 Beckoning laughter teasing to quench my thirst,
 O! I am man made
 Forgot to put juice of crimson
 To run in my vein,
 To burn fire in my heart
 My brain have muddle up and jumble up,
 All happy wire tying it firm,
 O! I murder Doctor, you do no good!
 I have no appetite, 
 So God can have his dinner
 But, I will die for her, 
 Because she is the dearest dream forever.

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Spirit of the Night Soil Man 1

Spirit of the night
  Spirit of the night soil man
  Spirit of the night soil man is awake
  Spirit of the night soil man is abroad,
  Here, the emerging mystery, more a sinister from a
 dungeon,
  When twilight sat on sad rooftops,
  Lurking eyes, creeping limbs in the damp backyards,
  To Loo looking gunt in the gloomy moonlight
  Where broiling broths in chamberpots and bedpans are
 emptied.
  
  A structure of planks led upstairs
  Ushering to crouch in a crouching mode, 
  Over hot hole on the pedestial,
  Displaying buttocks lob over poe
  Began the winced and windy screeching sirocco,
  Screaming complaining bass and solo guitars,
  Can be irksome when catch unawares
  Of habitual sacrificial ritual of defecating,
  On other hand, when afflicted in fora,
  Go gawky limping along all the way
  Any convenience found,
   Unleashed mixed vortex of dark diarrhoea,
   Ascendancy of curl buxom python laid,
   Windy circular terra-cotta thin rope
   And from top, short brief beef cake grenade drop,
   After, some bruisers clean with dry cardboard
   Or old newspapers that headline "Hard Times"
   All add up sure riches to wealth,
   Well soughted out after in heap chest.

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The Beat Goes On

Can you listen up to my heart beat
  Or is it the beats from that beat?
  It's the radio,
  Then it goes on gently
  Yes, like a long thin snake
  Where uuh, where huu!
  Could be... couldn' t be
  Could be my heart is beating like the radio,
  Snake! Beat into bits,
  Where huu o, where huuo,
  I can float easily or deep in underwater
  Like gold fish of the pacific,
  Just like Titanic
  It surges and lush gently,
  Can i go and speed in a car
  And feel the beat carry me higher?
  Not me if i were you, not me
  Should i...should n't i ?
  Whether i am sleeping or playing
  Work and awake,
  Not me if i were you, not me
  If i fall down i will stand up myself,
  Just as if i am drunk with the beat
 And dance like the Go go hit,
  Go steady and slow so gently,
  I have seen the bride dance  perfidiously,
  Take care buddy, take care
  Have i...have n't i ?
  No one is called we have come
  Herself! Mixed and missed,
  Take care buddy, take care
  It dwindle...it dwindle and it dwindle,
  Something or some one is sounding so blissfully,
  It is sonic  groovy,
  And is off the wall hit
  And it bade encore
  All through the evening,
  O! Michael, Michael's legendary is like Michaelangelo,
  Singing and dancing all through like a yoyo,
  It's that beat of bit of a change of face
  Could made you lose your grace,
  You have painted the face with colourful-colours,
  Exposed to the brush and erase that smear on the nose,
  You adjusted the thrilling lips off the negro,
  And the eyes have they tune up to lustful glare,
  The cheek o! so Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, that! cheeks
  You were infamously infuriating,
  So provocatively humanly bad
  You were endearing to the last,

  In toto, you were a king of the whirlwind,
  In tete, you were the prince of applause,
  And tata, you were the sire of controversy,
  You were... the messiah of all possibility,
  You were... the song personify,
  The melody in the throat of a trumpeter,
  And the soulful largo largesse of a crooner,
  It dwindle...it dwindle...it  dwindle...
  Then sefini
  Tata.

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What Could Makes Me Happy

What Could Makes Me Happy

 I have tarpaulin over my shame,
 And instead of photographing un-wiped yarns
 I will continue to climb the ladder of laughter
 In case the eczema of fame spread abroad.

 What Could Make Me Happy
 If feverish joy could always splutter and flourish,
 As often as eruption in one's crotch
 Wet naughty naked tongue under the ruby flesh,
 Then cemetery should be the death of belly dancing,

 What Could Make Me Happy
 A sex deranged Cliffordian orgy?
 Trapped a pussy into his sacred slaughter slab
 Dose her and embarrassed her hourly until lunar,
 Dropping cold icicle of blooded lips
 The severed corpse puke and raised the peace flag,

 What Could Make Me Happy
 In the cathedral of want,
 With hiccoughing economy; dry hacking until comatose
 The years of locusts go on like a long pronunciation,
 Everyone is weighed down by portmanteau of problems,
 And essential needs trickles in form of an anecdote.

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Dhal

I knelt down covering the face with ground,
 Romancing with hands spread
 All over, exploring crevices, valleys
 Undulating hills and mountains which spreadraggle.
 His worshipful majesty blotting out of my turlips
 In repeated recitation recalcitrant tongue,
 Ageless ancestors do come together, 
 And let us broke on reason,
 Plead case with the Almighty
 Plead when prone to give in
 Plead when on his Dinner spread,
 Don’t offer chicken noodles and potato shuffle
 But barbecue basted boasted Peacock, offer
 Salami salmon salad in the sky
 Roasted shark fins garnish with jellyfish
 Add some coral reef to taste,
 Dragon eyes buried in hot chili sauce;
 Gut of Godzilla and chop chest of Plesiosaur
 Mutton of Dinosaur and the baldhead of king Kong,
 Breathing steam, sweet cherry on top,
 All gather in a giant charger,
 Let him not sip them down with Apricot flan, 
 Rousing rumbling champagne, bland brandy
 But chestnut seed, olive and kernel oil
 Sunripe grapes, camouflage lemons, rose of clematis,
 Ceanothus, sunflower seeds and a sprinkle of cayenne
 Let Hercules wringe together, 
 Let the violet juice drop to fill his goblet
 And settle his heart.

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Love's Fruit

Among your orchard grooves lemon green grew
At first the dream-like pear-shape eyes
Until i parted and stared closely 
Into your cherries iris pupils
That aim the Cupid's arrow, 
Piercing through my reddened apple
Puncturing a spring full of blood
That gushed to overwhelm my melon soul,
Until the supple roundness
Of a ripe pregnant papaya,
Caresingly whispers a soft rub,
And i was lustful in your tutti-frutti roundness,
Like a lonely sherry 
Once bitten, she is smitten.
Whet daga slid through desired pink strawberry,
Licked the naked sweetened and soured juice
Pineapple's bloom-lipped enveloped tongue-suckled till dripping,
A connoisseur sipping fine grape-wine from ancient casks,
Drunk to stupor,
And after, i offer the grace olive kiss of devotion,
Forever still dream-crossed, dragging the steely banana
From the depth of your throbbing tangerine heart,
And i was lustful in your tutti-frutti roundness ,
Through your crush wet eyes 
You silently chew the plum of quietude
And i climbed to pluck the figs of a trusting heart.  

Afolabi Taiwo
Sexy