you’ll never be alone
my sister
truth is bitter
like a bead of pearls
wear it round your throat
like chloroquine for fever
swallow it
in that case you’ll never be alone
during your prime
passion may come
for you to break the pot
when it’s not yet to deflower
the beautiful garden you’ve nurtured
till now
do mind your peers
Dinah had no fears
she had to shed tears
till when you’ll experience womanhood
let no bee suck your virgin nectar
my sister
say a greeting to hospitality
with generosity make a friend
kindness your bounden-duty
hopeless Sarah entertained men
angels who gave her hope
…she laughed!
you may laugh too
when it seems chastity does not pay
truth stranger than fiction
morality sign of weakness
but remember
if you keep my words
you’ll never be alone
Monthly Archives: January 2014
TO BE A VIRGIN
WETIN YOU GO DO?
every day living
na palaver
to get cassava
na wahala
with hunger
no shame in gutter
God bless
the aje-butter
i always mutter
as i scavenge the bin
even ordinary water
na serious matter
assaulted by the economic fever
i shiver
down to my liver
no more survival
we’re all singing revival
our saliva
we swallow hard
as we try fight corruption
with half-devotion
egunje dey give us attraction
more than five moons
rusting away at home
becoming an educated fool
no thanks to my ogbanje school
wetin I go do?
i go try my hand
draw a few lines
write a few rhymes
in perspiration
spiced with some inspiration
but you
wetin you go do?
WWW.FOOL
welcome to fool’s paradise
where exists no parasite
about a new craze me a neophyte
of this thing called web site
first is me looking for email
that my pal me could exchange mail
to do this me will fail
for my email address reads:
fool@paradise.dontcom
to this no one hooks up
soon this email packs up
ozie says email’s nothing
that i should get something
something live and direct
to hook up with the wild wild world
ozie says web site is something
me then should get a web site
a world wide window for me a neophyte
that goes faster than email and pmail
as me finishes reading ozie’s correspondence
should me say what coincidence
i raise my head in my residence
catch sight a buxom spider spinning her own web of residence
at a conspicuous site in my residence
in my presence
elated my eyes shine bright
and my joy knows no height
i watch this spider with delight
spinning its web to fabricate
a wide web intricate
for me to communicate
this spider me removes from its site
for other sites she could fabricate
and me communicate
at every spun web this spider me will extricate
eureka! me finds a web site to participate
to the wide wild world to communicate
through this web site intricate
me then calls ozie to investigate
my exquisite site
ozie calls me a fool.com
but me likes that name
and names my web site:
www dot fool don’t com
ONCE UPON A POET
i am a poet
i am a weaver of words
by inspiration
i make concoction of common words
in the cauldron of thin-layered head
by perspiration
i roast raw ruminations into cerebral
edibles
i am a poet
i am a weaver of words
in stitches i sow garments
of poems hung in the open
for your amusement and enlightenment
but i am poor
why not stop by and pick a book?
FROM HIROSHIMA WITH LOVE
love hurts like missile against your chest
it burns like a house frying in inferno
love thrills like a collection of cocktails
creating in the heart and mind
a fusion of illusion and devotion
love excites like an engrossing preoccupation
it incites like a powerfully worded sermon
love is atomic
it blows the heart into smithereens scattered
all over Hiroshima
shattering your life in the heat of its force
we arrived from Hiroshima with deep hole in our hearts
wondering how you still love us
you’ve built love on our foundation of careless hate
we’re amazed as you nurture it in fragility
can a word of regret clear the eternal debris
can we atone for the hate of our past
will this love resurrect the dead and bury our living hate?
SEASONS JUST PASS
seasons just pass
without reasons
like a babe i still muse
over treason
defying prisons
momma was pledged
better life for rural women
she was ruled out
even without reason
wasn’t that treason?
poppa promised
poverty eradication program
but was programmed
yes for retrenchment
wasn’t that poverty commencement program
that doesn’t make life easy?
seasons just pass
without reason
better life turns bend-down life
poverty eradication program
now penury elongation pogrom
starting a new season
everyone’s shivering
cost of living increasing
many still craving
thieves thieving
labourers laboriously labouring
terrorists terrorizing
traders tremulously trading
seasons just pass
without reasons
nothing good seems pleasing.
2015
staring but not seeing
are there clairvoyant eyes
peeking into Nostradamus’ cauldron
of concocted tomorrows
i behold twenty colours of confusion
and fifteen of convolution
pessimistic!
isn’t 2015 a magical era
fireworks, tongues of fire heralding it
billions keeping vigil just for a sight
while eternity passes us by
2015
at twenty why are we still acting like blasphemous teens?
2014
in the passion of my impatience
i am conjuring your future presence
unfold the depth of your essence
do abide by my insistence
as i behold your fences
in the faraway borders of limitlessness
enshroud in sworn silence
grant me the licence
come to me in your silence
2014
am i pointless?
am i hopeless
in your future absence?
i grope for your past tense