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Gabriel Lola Poem
Adieu Fidel Castrol! Adieu Castro!
What a life, What an adventure!
The west with its sophisticated propaganda
could not kill you. In your prime they sought to
assassinate you, yet the world counted on you!
you were the evil they made us believed you were, yet Cuba had the best
Medical facility in Latin America, you saved Maradona, when the west
Could only but watch, patient Cubans reaped the benefit of socialism
they fed us lies upon lies, invaded Cuban and planted division among Cubans
yet you prevailed, the greatest Latin America Statesman of the 20 Century
Rest on Fidel, Dance on in your victory, sleep on sweet Castro
They labelled you a murderer, I call you a humanist,
Second only to Madiba of Africa!
Hugo Chavez is gone, Gaddafi is gone and gone now is Castro
Hamadinejad has been asleep since he exited the political scene
I dare say the world is getting boring! Vladimir Putin has challenged American hegemony to the best of his ability. May Mother Universe bless us with another soul who would teach how to endure and challenge oppression like you did Castro. Adieu Fidel, I bet the world will miss your statesmanship! Adieu. Love and tears reign as I send these words from Africa!
Copyright © Gabriel Lola | Year Posted 2016
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Gabriel Lola Poem
Oluwakayode Adigun a rare name
I heard as I breezed down
the city of Lagos in search of
pecuniary gains. Does he teach?
So I was told but when he walked in
it was unannounced, subtle, oh yea!
His presence I reckoned not!
As often, these stories, of trade and
lending bored me with winter fevers.
Petulant and non stop barrage of didactics
permeated the horizon but this Adigun,
a different breed with brazen
intellectual antenna,
some what of a gem, in a split
seconds, the session rendered
aglow. we laughed and roared.
And sweet was the banishment of boredom!
Passionate and exited, teacher of trade!
An intellectual of rare nicety, a
sublime mental gladiator with untainted
credentials in a delicate trade!
In obedience to the east and
custom, Adigun deserves colanut
and water, the greatest
yoke of friendship! To this
man, Adigun, I invoke the sacred
ancestral homage meant
for kings foremost knights!
I have known him albeit
a few hours, my balls wish I
had known him all eternity. Adigun,
a connotative Yoruba appellation!
Oluwakayode, named after the deity of
fortune ,Paykay as often, revered
by friends and admires of equal
trade! This stranger, in his episode
of transition to adulthood reminisced
noble candies not common
with the poverty stricken mortals of
his time. My poetic hand relishes
this holy flirtation in volumes.
Copyright © Gabriel Lola | Year Posted 2011
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Gabriel Lola Poem
The best of nature lies in thy bosom
mother Africa, the toast of continents
your strength and opulence draw
kings and nobles to endless
rift of spoil sharing and gun trotting.
Africa! The strength of
the universe, the last bride of
nature with sumptuous virginity
from Somalia to Kenya, deep
down the creek of Delta to
the arrogant diamond of the
Zulus, earth cannot rival
thy blessing and extravagant
endowments.
Shameless kings seek second
dominance in oil rich north
with flying birds and explosions,
they sowed corruption in Naija
they brought AIDS and HIV with their planes
and then send grants to mock us
Yet the African spirits wax stronger!
Mother Africa,
inside thee lies peace
endowed by creation, but
these evil emissaries of
violence sowed poverty
and grief in thy land
knowing the volatile nature of
thy productivity. Alas, in torrent
we have reaped pains and bloods,
four years drought in Kenya, two
months xenophobia in south Africa,
endless genocide in Sudan
endless NATO assault in Libya
with piracy holding sway in
Somalia, oh mama Africa!
yet thy love intoxicates me
like the tribal white wine of Iwaya!
they tell our stories in biased satellites
they label us evil and apish
oh Mama Africa, arise, arise !
out of thy trial in awesome purity.
Arise! Arise! Arise!
Arise from thy slumber and give
hope to our fleeing children!
Bring them from the south,west
and north and let the
eastern hemisphere release
thy heritage.
Now there is war in Africa
but soon there shall be
unassuming peace and
discoveries of earth
noble secret in thy enclave.
Copyright © Gabriel Lola | Year Posted 2011
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Blind and numb like death
dispenser of cudinatis, enemy of
the masses of mascara!
Made possible by holy
wizardry not in white Man's land
but within the enclave of black sentiment!
golden fleece released by mental ingenuity
I fear science! Technology awes me
in bewildered extremism!
But alas, my magic card is stolen
by the nemesis of unfortunate
altruism. Two ignoble gentlemen
joined in mischief stole my magic card!
Peddlers of ungodly trade
prodded this ugly cudgel at
my brow! oh! lola, noblest of
mankind! my miffed lips hardly
could utter a word to its detriment!
Oh! thanks, heavens! the card
lacked hole for unholy propitiation
they shall maneuver but the head
lies in the birth of the owner
except death and forceful recovery
can take away the secret number.
Alas naija! Alas my brother!
The trade mark identity has
been stolen. Whence shall I
go for reimbursement of the
stolen naira or who shall replace
the golden wallet? I do not
know! This act does not
surprise the city of Lagos, the
capital of moral impropriety.
At the end of this three moons,
my loads I shall pack and run
to safety where sanctity and truth
reign. in the north, similar
episode outplayed and the result
unexpected. But in this Lagos, theft
and perjury escalate.
Alas! Alas! My magic card thy
holy comfort I shall deeply miss
adieu! Sweat rainfall, adieu
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So it was your day and yours alone.
Decades have gone by and you look just younger!
Fidel Castro my childhood leaning and adult fantasies.
I was elated to hear you're older because they say when,
you are older time goes twice as fast!
Yet you you seem over the hill with sweet music and melody!
My brother, my brow roared and stung with venom
because my pen itches to dance and the drum
was without its rhymes.
I had hung the rest on restless redeployment!
These past weeks of wailing and weep
On my return the waited avalanche of wishes
from the ever loving Renaissance.
Yet there seems no end to this love
birthed in plural and nurtured at Abule
Onigbagbo! Mr Castro Fidelis,
As your name implies, I wish you health
and timeless happiness!
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Never too late the call to answer
never too late the service to render
in patriotism our strength triumph
in piety our loyalty resound
oh, service to father land?
The ravaging feat of the wicked we
solemnly bewail at this time of
national recession. In some
climes of idleness, victory song
of abracadabra quiver
the land but to us, the minority,
not in tribe but in loyalty and
patriotism, it is like the victory of the
fleeting star whose triumph does
not last. The new temple lacks the
sacred touch of the ancient and yet
its transient glow gladdens the youth whose
mien cannot but pamper modernity.
Wait not for too long, father land!
your children, your true children
will come from the far conner
of the earth and beautify you
not too long from now
in true service we shall arise and
sing the sacred royal anthem
cast with the sacred blood
of our forefathers. We shall serve thee
with our bloods and sweats, our tears
shall make thee happy. The season
of the lepers draws so soon to
its end and in preparedness
we wait to give our best to
the greatness of thee, Oh fatherland!
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Your special day it was and you
truly deserved every goody and roses you
can get from the mother universe!
Happy birthday to a special friend!
Although I haven't known you many years,
Yet these months you have imposed fonder
memories and you've dried so many tears,
Pleasure reigns as I send these greetings send.
Your happiness should last till all things end!
Because you've been so sweet and understanding..
In toughest times you've made us laugh and smile
Rejoice in your own specialness awhile:
This I am not requesting but demanding!
How else to make yourself the celebration.
Doing what does not come naturally?
Always your concern has been for us,
Yet now you must endure my adoration!
God be with you as your title implies
and see you through hassles of the years ahead.
Happy Birthday Chisomaga Sophia!
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From Kenya came Kenyatta the great
One of Africa's greatest of all time
a land rich in nobility and heroism
yet greatly disliked by nature!
Situated in the scorching sun of Africa
and rarely visited by annual showers.
Four years on, nature has withheld its dews!
Not a day of rainfall to quench our thirst
and nature's fury. Kenya, a Somali ally
and sister in suffering is in pains and
needs healing and relief.
The echoes of your children lingers
and rent the earth. Their tears
sears my conscience, nay the
conscience of the world. They
cried and wept until
their straight failed them.
The cry of hunger, thirst and
hopelessness.
our neighbors, stingy as rain,
pity us not! Oh, wickedness!
For four years, the
blessing of rainfall cast away
by non-humans.
Our cattle daily die of starvation
the tillers of the ground lament
vehemently because of nature's
hostility.
Our frail skeleton buried six feet under
in humiliation.
keep us safe
from further decline and send
us rain in due season.
I weep hard to watch lovely
Kenya decline in value and substance
and to see her children tears
drop on my conscience.
Copyright © Gabriel Lola | Year Posted 2011
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Gabriel Lola Poem
How dark was it?
How indellibly dark?
A fateful Friday of fate
We shared banters in bits
I asked you over and over
for the weekend but you declined
bacause you would rather share the
moment with your family.
As I journeyed to the capital
I reckoned we would see on Monday.
then came the evil caller and you were
gone. gone! gone!! gone my friend!!!
I sobbed, sobbed and cried
hoping you would walk right through the door
But you have not come.
You were not sick,
neither were you depressed,
You were gaily and great
This death came uninvited.
young and nice, my friend,
A fisrt class banker they call you,
But I call you lover of mandkind!
Oh Josh, fateful Friday it was,
You left home kissing Junior and mother
hoping you would come back but
you never did! We are still waiting...
but they said you would not be back Josh!
How do people die?
How do they go to work and never return?
Do they just sleep and sleep on?
Adieu my brother!
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For those of us with grateful heart, Mama Aduni
will always be a mother! she is a mother and the best
of them all. She is savvy and caring with candour.
Your life and time you have spent in service to humanity!
Today, just like everyday, as I reflect on your life and what
your eventual departure from this planet will mean to us
I take solace knowing that you have been wonderful and gracious
to us all. I drop these few lines in celebration of your days.
Mama, we love you and pray to spend many, many xmas with you
before your inevitable departure.
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