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Yemi Afolabi Poem
Suddenly we appear
On a land with tinctured atmosphere
The cross, the moon and star
A sovereign state more ethnical than wazobia
A smooth and broad path before us
Hungry for our feet to break the hush
Alas the road becomes starved
With thorns and thistles upwardly breaking its soil
Like the ape, bigotry evolves
Extremist in every nook and cranny
Untamed by the scepter and khaki
Callously murdering people in cold blood
Enemies of peace lurking around
Refusing to walk in the path of love
Killing people with façade of hide and skin
The unpunished traitors of love and nationalism
Dedicated to those who lost their lives in Southern Kaduna massacre
YEMI AFO (2017)
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Yemi Afolabi Poem
Free like the birds in the sky
Tender like a newly budded tulip
A clear minded soul with no grudges felt
Bouncing here and there with naïve eye
Missingly missing those “maami’s” cuddles
Her warmth sweet bitter lineage appraisal
That at dawn interrupts my sweet voyage
And in turn gets me singing “one, two, buckle my shoe”
I can’t help but remember
“Baami’s” whip each time I go wild
Oxymoronically beating me, telling me not to cry
Now tasty but then sour
Driving along the street with rolling tyres
Handly cushioning the rain
Dancing all around the hood with pant but no shame
With much within to aspire
YEMI AFO( 2017)
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WAZOBIA LAND
Choicelessly I appear
On a tinctured lopsided land
A land with the best brains
But with the least development
A land flowing with milk and honey
But her sons and daughters are kwashiokored
A land favoured by nature
But cursed by greed
A land beautifully painted with diversity
But cursed by bigotry and sectionism
A land that has bidden equity and justice farewell
A land where sanity is sane
A land where cabalism rules
But democracy is portrayed
A land where we have the rule of men
And not the rule of law
A land where the gavel-holders are big-pocketed men
And not the judge
A land where “khakimen” oppress
And not defend
A land that has square pegs in its round holes
A land I wish I had a choice before coming into.
YEMI AFO
Copyright © Yemi Afolabi | Year Posted 2019
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PSYCH UP
Hours of wasted yesterdays
Haphazardly hops in my head
In a ugly pretty fashion
As though it were some minutes past
All my fore-time murderers
In my inner eyes appear
Like it does on chippy screen
Loneliness pulls the trigger
Of the lurking memories
Tick-tacky natural eraser becomes helpless
Dawn frowns and twilight mourns
The demise of their elder brother
Long sitting on the fence
Drenched my solo silk in conical aqua
Inside too warm, outside too cold
I had to call the skull into play
The chest couldn’t get along easily
Because of its familiarity with the deceptive lens
The trio combo seems impossible
Until the latter plays second fiddle
Then the weighty body sets off
Slowly it paced
Amidst myriad of lieing lizards
All waiting to swallow my innocent ant
Wisely did it fly with its peers
And put my progress hunters in turbulent sea
They aimlessly ran helter skelter
Then I chuckled, smiled and laughed.
YEMI AFO
Copyright © Yemi Afolabi | Year Posted 2018
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Yemi Afolabi Poem
COVID-19
On our planet suddenly appears,
A pandemic so fierce
That literally seem untameable
Holding people hostage without weapon
Restricting our gatherings to fifty
Mouthlessly closing down borders
And microscopically sapping our economy
Fuels boredom to raise its ugly head
As we no longer watch Messi’s magic
Nor see Ronaldo shake the net
Hitherto, spreading its tentacles across the global circumference
Sending fear into the spine of the brave
Just at the sound of a sneeze
A villainous viral virus
Victorious the human race has been over and over
This cannot be an exception
A Moses will be here sooner
To make the world cross over this viral red sea
And deliver its inhabitants from COVID-19 plaguing time
In all these things, we are more than conquerors.
YEMI AFOLABI, IBADAN, NIGERIA. +2348037750808 yemiafolabi66@gmail.com
Copyright © Yemi Afolabi | Year Posted 2020
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Yemi Afolabi Poem
WAZOBIA LAND
Choicelessly I appear
On a tinctured lopsided land
A land with the best brains
But with the least development
A land flowing with milk and honey
But her sons and daughters are kwashiokored
A land favoured by nature
But cursed by greed
A land beautifully painted with diversity
But cursed by bigotry and sectionism
A land that has bidden equity and justice farewell
A land where sanity is sane
A land where cabalism rules
But democracy is portrayed
A land where we have the rule of men
And not the rule of law
A land where the gavel-holders are big-pocketed men
And not the judge
A land where “khakimen” oppress
And not defend
A land that has square pegs in its round holes
A land I wish I had a choice before coming into.
YEMI AFO
Copyright © Yemi Afolabi | Year Posted 2019
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