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Abdul Yusuf Poem
It took just a moment
A single concentration lapse
And down the drain,Bayern's effort went
Whilst Messi enjoyed the claps
Life is like a football game
As dicey as a game of chess
A step can earn you fame
Another can end you up in a mess
A poor tackle can earn you a red
A miscued shot can end in your net
Life is not a flower bed
Off the post,your strikes can ricochet
Goal tallies are all that are countable
Your loving fans can always turn their backs
Your strength is only a vegetable
So while you still can,stack up your medal rack
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Like after a dalliance,
my heart bleeds when
your ephemeral stay
comes to an end.
You are the cynosure
of all eyes.
Your multi-colours as soothing
as an embrocation
the distressed heart's emollient.
Your arch is the envy
of great architects.
Thy colour blend is fit
to make
an artist faint
Your beauty is ineffable
Too sublime for a pastiche.
O Rainbow! Are thou rain's
lagniappe
to the sky?
O Rainbow! Thou forever are
our eyes' delight!
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From the beautiful river Nile
that is longer than a hundreds of mile,
To the exquisite Kilimanjaro
too high for the reach of a flying arrow.
From the treasured Gold Mines
filled with gold that can make the world shine,
To the silky Sahara desert.
From the people's homely faces
exuding pride at its cultural riches,
To the glorious sunset as it drops behind the horizon
Its golden yellow truly amazing.
From the sight of deers and zebra
Beauty! That's is the mantra.
From the musical nights and moonlight stories
to the diverse and tasty culinaries.
I marvelled as I toured this African continent
Mouth agape as I savoured each moment
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They say,
a time cometh where a lad and a lass
strike parity.
The thought itself is everlasting
insanity.
For the world is gruelling and they ooze of
pity
And men's politicking,to them,is a feat near impossibility.
Drums are not needed to boom my
views.
All hail men! Women pay your
dues.
Woman,
whilst we engage in battle,
face your cooking pot
For marginalization shall die
not.
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Pumping through the boundaries
like water out of a burst pipe
they go beyond
in search of that golden fleece.
Leaving the yam and millet
In hands of ''intellectual weaklings".
Deserting their muddy palaces
Resorting to restrooms yonder
Good hands seasoned for hoes
now tremble at the feel of paltry foreign notes.
It's where ice-cream falls from the sky.
So they say.
Here the soil is "too brown".
They set the stone abroad for those
lofty buildings
and leave to fall their homes.
The fences crumbling
like dry crumbs of bread.
And years later,they return.
Those with the golden fleece
come with an arrogant streak.
Clad in suits and hats.
Muttering incoherencies from their mouth
Or was it their nose?
Disillusion evident in their "four eyes".
Wriggling out of their "below-par" Papa's
"peppering" embrace.
Those whose search plummeted
rush back to their roots
like bee to nectar.
Tears in their vanquished eyes.
They cling to their oldies
smelling the smell of home
with as much relief as finding an oasis.
Then,they are treated
to
a prodigal son's feast.
Pounded yam,goat head
and the likes.
Then,they ravish the lot
punctuating with
musical belches.
Then,they wallow in
the warmth
whilst singing
'home,sweet home'
For tomorrow,
work begins on
homefront
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Golden generations are long gone
the green-white-green no longer holds sway
unsheathed swords and machine gun
cries ring through,people scampering away.
hearts filled with burn and faces forlorn.
Hope is too terrified to stay
Regrets! Just how many chances did we spurn?
Nuggets!we threw nuggets away!
Despair has already won
Repair? Can we ever find a way?
those toils in fields of green are gone!
Black gold has come to stay
the green-white-green is fading away
Golden generations are long gone!
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Beard in fashion.
His comely face still the cynosure- the attraction.
Eyes as bright as candles.
Teeth as clear as marbles.
The disco lights were all he craved
And to wine,he had become enslaved
Pipes and cigar were his life
Mistresses he sought and not a wife.
He had the strength of forty horses.
Even,he could match a million forces.
He could sprint for eighty leagues
Tearing through forests and snapping twigs.
He had them all-all in multitude
All his legacies,he summed up in
a mantra:
"Do some mischief,then become chief"
He was fed up with mischief.
Now,he wanted to become chief.
But things were no longer rosy
His eyes now glowed as red-hot coal
And teeth as dark as a hole.
He couldn't sprint a fraction metre
Not even a frail man could he batter.
It was a slide down the pecking order
Deserted by all - foe and brother.
Like a plague,he lived in solitude
Deserted by his mistresses- and exodus
in multitude.
Sun was setting behind his head
In grief and regret,his heart bled.
He had - but flunked it all
No comely face,no strength and no family at all.
His legacies had come to nought:
"Do mischief,suffer and rot"
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