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Oluseyi Akinbami Poem
Ten Lepers sought the Lord
carrying their badges with a Plea
unclean unclean was the cry
Mercy alone was their Plea
The King of mercy heard their cries
by his word He healed them all
One amazed returned with praise
A new disciple of grace
Four Lepers at the Syrian gate
though hungry yet harmless
The King of mercy prepared a table,
Bade them eat from the banquet divine
Providence had them in mind
Though the host of Syrian heard the noise of Chariot
Paving way for more Lepers
Zacchaeus fashioned by nature saw a crowd
He was the chief among publican
On that day, the master was passing bye,
His vantage view was a sycomore tree
He wanted to be loved though a sinner,
Hasten and come down Say the Mercy King
I must abide in thine House
He found grace on that day
And He must need go through Samaria,
A prostitute came to the well
abandoned and used by five men,
The Jews had no dealing with the Samaritan was her only theology,
Mercy King had the better gift,
suspend even His meal to save a soul
when her case came to light,
she became an evangelist.
Come see a man who told me all that i ever did
The city saw the King
He was Born blind, never once did he see the Light
Families afraid to own him as beggarly he sought for ease,
Even the Priest love to see him so
But the King of mercy spotted him from Heaven
He was marked for appointment
And when his case was called
One thing I know He said,
“Once I was blind but now i see”
Thirty eight Years, he was bedridden
in competition with diseased folks like himself,
waiting for certain season in vain,
Angels could not give a helping hand,
the fastest feet must take their portion at the pool
The King of mercy came for him
This time the pool was no longer needed
A faith ascent took him home
At the gate they called beautiful,
No one hoped to meet a lame beggar there,
But Life happens to us all, as for him this case was bad
for forty years he roamed in obscure darkness
The helpers with feets feeds from him,
they lend him legs to seat and beg
with his state they have a trade
But the King of mercy on way to the Temple
and would not leave him without help
Rising up in His name, he went with those who had feet
He too was a Commander, but a son's sickness exposed his weakness
A father's love compelled him to this Journey
from capernaum to Galilee several distance with faith
The King of Mercy saw his son and saw him coming too
Just a word of Authority from the Master, he know about Power.
“Go thy son liveth” He needs not another
“He sent his word and He healed them
and delivered them from their destruction”
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And he said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle.Judges 14:18b
They plowed with the heifer,
A stranger of a day,
assigned from the pit,
to bring a Samson down.
She feigned false affiance,
with a mission so deliberate,
trans-versing vast territories,
to cage a man by Lust.
the disguise of a demon,
derailed a man on mission,
suspending the vision.
The bargain was too costly,
her comrade the philistines,
pretentious while purloining,
hides in ambuscades,
dictating schemes to kill.
The captives now entrapped,
They kept their walled territories,
inflamed the loose Cyprian,
for fleshy lust and greed.
Are you the man on a mission?
Oh! be not complacent.
The flappers surrounds you still.
Keep this emblem on your chest,
Delilah is not a friend.
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The lure of untainted flower,
Its sweet perfume encased in a whorl.
Alas! That which I await is scarce.
This memory will be banished tomorrow.
Tomorrow ,
I must satisfy her.
My labour waits for her belly:
The weary days
The sun
The rains of my struggles
Bear fruit tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
She said, “I will come tomorrow”
Her many delays must end tomorrow
‘cos her quest for vanities are fully spent.
Our wedding shall be tomorrow.
Tomorrow,
Her lust shall be feted
Her feathers of courtship plucked!
The downs, I know, shall be not be rubied
But tomorrow we shall deceitfully walk to the altar.
Tomorrow.
I bid you, wait till tomorrow.
She goes home now to break her bond
With him that was in her dreams only yesterday.
I, shall wait till tomorrow
To make her drink from her fountain of lust.
Her secret desire of a ride to a far country
On her lover’s back, a wish not penny can grant.
Tomorrow.
I must nurture the wounds and scars of another
And regret I never made the first cut.
Yet, she must do it again as before.
But we shall start tomorrow.
Tomorrow,
She shall dance like a maiden untouched;
All her lovers in the pew,
Mocking my folly with unspoken memories of their voyages
And I, a victim of blemished womanhood,
Ready to fool the world in “unholy matrimony.”
Tomorrow,
When she parades foolishness for fashion
Then, call her not my wife.
When she fights on the street in rage and fury
Oh, call her not my wife.
When she slips into darkness to drink from the cup of a rival
Please, call her not my wife.
When the stench of her reputation chokes the neighborhood
Then, remember her not as my wife.
When she regales her mates with tall tales to my hurt
Please, call her not my wife,
When she wraps herself in fineries yet uglier than a mummy
Please, call her not my wife,
When godliness is exited and the fear of God abolished
Please, call her not my wife
Think no shame on me
Then, when she becomes a Matron over innocent children.
But, I must marry
Tomorrow
Be it for a day before I die.
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Igba Irunmole,
These armies in bright blinding splendour,
Arrayed in unfathomable beauties,
Winged being from beyond the galaxies’
Tracking the blues skies unnoticed,
They walk this earth, unseen by mortal eyes,
Igba Irumole,
Sparkling in beauty, I marked their glowing gaze,
In radiance beyond sunlight,
Watching the sons of men day and night,
Though as servants attending,
Yet as warriors in readiness,
They weary themselves unseen by mortals,
Igba Irunmole
They cover the winds in clouds,
Sprinting through sunlight unhurt,
They mingle in lights with glorious enthusiasm,
Constrained by frequent grandeur
Parading this widening landscape
Igba Irunmole
Is this His beauty? a delightful sunbeam,
Buries my gaze in a blindfold of horror
Well nigh to the end of life,
This frame so frail mingled with pains
A strength not mine imbued within,
There I saw my fickle frame.
footnote . Igba Irunmole translated into English Are myriads of Angels
Igba is number count in Yoruba Language,
Irumole, Iru awon oni Imole, the bearers of Light
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I am African, I affirm that i am Original African
untainted, unblenched, unsoiled.
I am African,
with all the dignity of the first human.
unashamed, unbowed, undaunted. I am African.
unique, culturally so.
I am from the people whose origin birthed all others,
the first creatures of Earth.
I am African,
Boldly I declare,
with this strength and sinews affirming,
though they obscure my origin with fabrication,
and contorted the fact with lies,
Yet, my spirit aligning with the truth undeniable, I am African.
Though the glare of calumny opposes,
and unvoiced spite rent my melanin,
I stand unfettered declaring, I am African.
unrestricted traversing the globe,
from this climes to India,
I carry beauty across continents
sowing seeds everywhere.
I bore the heat unblenched.
I retain the goodness of Gold.
This sun does not affright.
it leaves no particles with the scourge.
When you see me touring the Land with strength,
Remember,
I am African.
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Despised, Reviled, Rejected.
Object of cruel mockery.
Before I was conceived, I heard of you,
Dumps for homeless migrants,
Debased and inferior.
Was beauty ever part of you?
This throng, that daily treads your well worn streets,
Whither? your brackish waters,
Home to unseen enemies, children splash uncaring,
Your market is a meeting place, young and old,
Rich and poor, your wares to behold
Ajegunle, the harsh teacher, Survival skills your forte,
Sharpening and shaping lives by your creeds
Ajegunle,
The enemy of state love, a point to prove,
Creativity crams herself into your nooks and crannies,
The envy of rich Ikoyi.
Ajegunle,
You must visit with vigilance, day or night,
Hunters abound, roving eyes,
Seeking purse to prey upon.
Their kills dissected in the crevices of Ajegunle
Where the oppressed oppress another
Atavism is a regular guest at Ajegunle
Where order is almost a crime,
Disorder the norm,
Ajegunle,
Kingdom of numerous kings, a reflection of ourselves
Poverty amidst riches, want amidst plenty,
Ajegunle,
Despised
Reviled
Rejected
Ajegunle is a Popular slum in Lagos Nigeria.
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Our Shame,
"PRESIDENT" & "LEADERS"
Full grown men,
old,
devoid of vision,
Lacking in wisdom,
wicked weaklings
protected by paltry paid gun men
great grandfathers,
unwilling to train Younger Leaders.
Untrained themselves in morals & reputation,
Liars,
Tired & fickle in frame,
feeble. opaque, lacking imagination,
These exalted clowns,
drawn from rickety defeated military,
All but a weak one from the creek.
Gangsters,
Elevated as Presidents,
or Governors and Leaders,
We are Trapped,
fooled by cynosure of degenerate,
immoral men, destinies robbers,
watching the drowning of a once rich Giant.
confined felon,
demented through age
rogues as Presidents, Senators, Governors,
Protected by corrupt Police
and a demystified compromised Army,
Oppressive DSS, Abusive servants of the masses,
robbing the future of unborn kids,
denying all in the midst of Plenty,
shaming us all.
We have no Leaders Yet.
None since 1960.
Profligate band of men,
overtaken by fraud & moral turpitude,
A merry-go-round by failures,
sixty Plus years after Muzungu,
Illiterates still in charge of our destinies,
Despised in Ghana
scorned in Zambia
Overtaken by Ethiopians
locked out by Botswana
Denied by Rwanda
disgraced in Libya
Mocked in South Africa
Bared in sane countries
where corruption is an indelible blot,
incarcerating the guilty away from sane men.
These crooked Old recycled Failures,
Destroyed, ruined and damaged destroying still.
unwilling to retire in their dishonour,
Killing, abusing and incarcerating Young men who dares tyranny.
A former Giant,
Now a Crawling Giant of Africa,
Beggarly borrowing amidst plenty.
Over two hundred million divided mass,
waiting for “godot” .
procrastinating liberty for fear and docility
A country of Countries Ruined by Military men
masquerading as democrats through tyranny
A Cancer in Africa.
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The sprout of momentary illusion,
the voyage of a derelict dream in place of a lie,
the lure of April, the deceit of May concertized in December,
in wintry snow, mocked,
miscarriages of a well worn organ,
the grin of February,
suspended in September,
the burden of unconquered Lust,
the armies of censorial secret "bedders",
begging for the abandoned rottenness on my path,
obsequious frenzy of the hasty oath at Ikoyi,
the stealthily lure of a defiled bed before the oath,
the desperation of "a wanna be" by crook,
hurried by the mascara coated looks of a postponed "dowried hariotery,"
A bedfellow from the red zone,
an unrepentant Gomer,
The armies of bias exes overwhelmed the gaze with suspicions,
compelling through diurnal and surreptitious escapades in dark corners,
allured by unfinished lust,
to the city centre for a quickie,
And myriads of men hides in ambuscade save one,
with threats of kill for suspending their “off home” secret lush
The public mistress unfit for their homes, Yet suited for their Lust by turns
she warmed our beds they say'
purloined for your Fall of a few days,
The bawd roamed unrestrained,
'Don't talk to me' she says.
Unbridled concupiscence her forte,
forty plus years in the trade,
well versed in the art
The sneaky nights,
the secret calls,
the Stygian services,
and countless gift of libidinous frivolities.
Yet their victim must remain mute,
as truly the drama unfolded ,
all appeal rebuffed by arrogance,
as they taunt with permissive perverse Laws
convinced on the first day.
Converse for four weeks,
conscripted in one week
“conbedded” on arrival in same day,
Correction of a fool,
concluded at the Court.
Then in retrospect, Delilah revived.
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Africa,
In this tranquil spectre of time,
imagination tickled,
Tell,
I will tell of the treasures of a people,
Africa on my mind,
The blessed Land of the brown Chocolatey pigment,
the brave unbroken cast,
myriads of ebullient frame transverse in strength,
though marooned by turbulent past,
scorned by the ignorant,
undeterred,
These rare breed tanned by the beauty of sunshine and nature,
Effulgent with coruscation of brilliancy,
Calumniated yet they soar.
the subject of unvarnished opprobrium,
defying the rage.
Onward to destination
Tell, The greatness of unbroken spirit,
when riveted with the barrels unharmed,
The kindness and love,
Africa, the Beautiful Motherland,
The Home of Nature,
from the swelling tide of the Atlantic oceans,
to the coral gardens of colourful crystal clear waters of Zanzibar
The scenic lakeside of the Bahir dar in Tana,
The breaking plate of “Nyiragongo”
The calm quietude of Amboseli,
amazing coastal treasures, the tropical forest,
A people of strength,
A continent where hidden gem are untapped,
with Mountains and sweeping valleys,
Africa,
Tell,
The spirited awe flowing from “Mosi oa Tunya”,
inspiring creatures of Serengeti,
the beautiful kissama and “Masia Mara,”
where ravenous creatures converge to hunt a prey,
Only the brave heart dares.
the craggy cliff, the Lush emerald Jungles,
the beauty of natural sunset,
the resplendent glow of untainted atmosphere,
To tell of the beauties of motherland,
The thought overmasters me,
Take me to Africa,
Where this tanned frame glitters in the sun
cock crows at dawn,
the thrills and chirping sound of birds,
A people with values,
culture and morals.
Africa,
The cradle of civilization,
Though ridiculed, we go on in strength,
passing through the King's highway.
sojourner among you.
This is not our rest.
Kissama is in Angola
Amboseli is Located in Kenya
Atlantic Ocean is located S-shaped basin extending longitudinally between Europe and Africa to the east, and the Americas to the west
Mosi o Tunya is located in Zambia,
Serengeti is located between Tanzania and Kenya
Massai Mara is a Border between Tanzania and Kenya
Nyiragongo is located in the democratic republic of Congo
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Strange sedition stealthy sets
cloaked in artificial greening phiz
some by prejudice inquiring,
“Where are you from”?
others in feigning frame avoiding,
finding paths away from you,
Though harmless your looks.
There be those secluding,
choosing space dodging.
deliberate speed the drama,
of Conceited Bias unspoken,
The loss of childhood innocence,
Deprivation infinite,
miscarriages of Justice,
preferential treatments innumerable,
spites and Obvious denigration,
strange glare on nature's kiln,
The sun made me shine little mind,
I don't envy You in this cold.
The spite, multitudinous,
The Jeers, unprovoked contumely,
At work,
The Bus,
the Malls,
The elevator,
the peevish looks,
uncertain repudiations,
Even in Church secluded,
The brief suspense at the “sacred” ground
Exclusivity,
We see it, watching in silence.
Some time too Obvious,
Unspoken Nepotism,
“We first”, You Last or voided.
The denigrating use of “Minority or Others”
As though the described are less human,
I am African, NOT "minority" or "others"
we know these sieving schemes.
In civility we ignore,
A better knowledge Leads
This dying carcass a mere container,
We are not inferior,
we are not a threat,
We are beautiful ,
We observe,
We lough at these ,
And when the manacles of Justice is snapped by the creator of colors
then shall you know,
We are all sojourners here.
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