WHY WEAR A GARB?

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WHY WEAR A GARB?

Why wear a garb?
Only to cover your thorax
While speaking to others

Why wear a garb?
Only to hide your undies
While alighting from taxies

Why wear a garb?
Only to walk about
As if manoeuvring a death trap

Why wear garbage?
Only to be in discomfiture
Only to hide in contrition

Only to satisfy the society
Displease the Almighty
And in fact, put yourself in anxiety

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DON’T DO IT !

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DON’T DO IT!

DO IT! DON’T DO IT!
THE VOICES KEEP COMING
GO ON! ARE YOU SILLY?
THE FORCES KEEP TUSSLING

THIS FEELING IS SO ANNOYING
THE THOUGHT, QUITE DISTURBING
OH! WHAT SHALL I DO?
WHICH VOICE, SHALL I LISTEN TO?

DO IT LAD
IT CAN’T BE THAT BAD
IF YOU ARE CAREFUL SO
NOBODY WILL KNOW

BUT IF I AM NOT?
PERCHANCE, I AM CAUGHT?
WHAT WILL ENSUE?
WHAT MIGHT I DO?

YOUR FAMILY WILL DISDAIN YOU
FRIENDS WILL FORSAKE YOU
YOU WILL DESPISE YOU
AND FOES WILL, YOU, RIDICULE

THE RISK IS TOO HIGH
I CANNOT TAKE IT
THE PRICE IS NOT NIGH
I CANNOT AFFORD IT

WHAT WILL I TELL MY LORD?
THAT I WAS A COWARD?
NOT BRAVE ENOUGH
TO REPRESS MY LUST?

DO IT! DON’T DO IT!
THE VOICES KEEP PASSING
THINK I’VE MADE MY VERDICT

TO WAIT TILL THE SECOND COMING


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SEASON OF WAR

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I’m so glad to be posting this, as it is (embarrassedly) my first ever written Shakespearean sonnet, with a pretty loose rhyming scheme of abab cdcd efef gg and the syllabic technique; pentametre.

SEASON OF WAR

WHAT HAS THE EARTH DONE TO EARN THIS ASSAULT?

ARMY OF MOIST PELLETS PLUNGING AHEAD

THEIR SWORDS DREADED BY THE STRONGEST OF ALL

SENT BY ARES HIMSELF TO FREE OUR LAND

OLD AND YOUNG, WEAK AND STRONG, COY AND DARING

ALL, SOUGHT ABODE FROM THE WRATH OF THEIR LORD

A WRATH THAT BROUGHT WITH IT, COUNTLESS BLESSINGS

THE FIT FLED, THE CRIPPLED RAN EVEN MORE

A DESCENT SO STRONG, ALL TURN PURITAN

WIGS WENT ON RECESS, PANTS WENT TRUNCATED

A DELUGE THAT OVERRULES KINGLY PLANS

WORKS ARE AVOIDED, MEETINGS ABSCONDED

MOTHER NATURE, ROB US NOT OF THY RAGE

YET MAKE IT NOT MORE THAN WE ENVISAGE

I FEEL THY PRESENCE

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Oh I feel thy presence

Unlike none other I have felt

I see your unique refulgence

All evil, indeed, it does pelt

This is indeed a great coming.

I have waited long for thee

Share with me your countless blessing

Oh Ramadan, leave me not but as one who truly ‘believe’.

RAMADAN KAREEM, brothers!

ASCENSUS ARMATI

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ASCENSUS ARMATI
THE RISE OF THE ARMED
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
FROM CAPE TOWN TO TUNISIA
FROM DAKAR TO SOMALIA
IN SHACKLES, WE COUNT OUR DAYS
OUR NEMESIS, OUR COMRADES

GREETINGS TO THE FREE BLACK CLAN
LUCKY IS HE BORN OF AN ABBYSINIAN
FOR HE NOR HIS GREAT GRANDFATHER
TASTED FROM THE WHITEMAN’S DANDER

IN SHACKLES, WE COUNT OUR DAYS
ALAS! SOON THAT PASSED AWAY
NO DOUBT, IT IS WAS NOT WITHOUT
MANY A KINSMAN’S BLACKOUT

NEW TO LIBERTY, WE REJOICED
OUR HOPES FOR THE UNKNOWN, WE VOICED
OUR IGNORANCE DEFENDED OUR REALISING
AS A WAR ENDS, OTHERS BEGIN

ATTENTION!
AFRICANS ARE AT TENSION
AT THE ECHO OF THE TRYING WHISTLE
AT THE SIGHT OF THE UNIFORMS’ METTLE

ATTENTION?
THIS IS AN ABOMINATION
A SHOULD-BE VIOLATION
WARNS THE AGED NATION

CORRUPTION IS EVERYWHERE, THEY SAID
THE ARISTOS ARE SHADY, THEY PLEADED
WE HAD NO CHOICE EXCEPT
ONCE AGAIN, SHACKLES, TO ACCEPT

OUR COMMON WEALTH BECAME THEIRS
THEIR FAMILY GLITCHES, OURS
ONE REGIME GIVES UP TO ANOTHER
AS DOGS DEVOURING ONE ANOTHER

OUR PRECIOUS GOLDS, THEY WITHHOLD
OUR AFFLICTION, EYES CANNOT BEHOLD
OUR STORY COULD NEVER BE TOLD
BY GREEK WRITERS OF DAYS OLD

ONCE IN A COMET COME
ONE WITH EQUITIES AND WORLDY WISDOM
WILL THINK OF THE MULTITUDE
AND GIVE SWAY TO UNBOUND QUIETUDE

GONE ARE THOSE WOEFUL DAYS
NOW ALL WE HAVE ARE TALES
GOOD RIDDANCE TO KHAKICRACY
WELCOME, ADVOCATES OF KLEPTOCRACY

THINKING OUR FUTURE BRIGHT ONCE MORE
WE HAD NO IDEA WHAT IS TO COME
THE MILTANTS HAVE SHED THEIR FURS
AS THE WHITE FOLKS, THEY BE SOLIDLY WITH US

PROSTITUTE IN DISGUISE

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PROSTITUTE IN DISGUISE

I may pretend I do not see you
But I do quite clearly
In fact
I seize every chance to take a look
I see you
Working against my success so doggedly
A devil incarnate you must be

You please my eye-balls
But worry my soul
You serve yourself
For others to devour
You think you are at liberty?
NO!
All you are is a slave
To the society

You roam the streets
Like a gentle lunatic
No better than a dog
Proud of its regalia
You put on fishnets
And say you are decent
You cover yourself in nylon and strands
And claim to be clad

Mini-skirts, mini-wits
Sleeveless shirts, zero feats
Buried face, glaring folly
If you deem yourself gorgeous
Why not ask your past love
Your days are numbered, O whore
For old-age is no one’s foe

My pals would point at you
As if to say
Now that is one material
Worthy of wedlock
In disgust I shake my head
Because I know
You are no more
Than a second-hand doll

You this clown!
You have the cheek
To say you a woman?
All you are is
A left-over dish
A worthless toy
A prostitute, in disguise

THE DISCOVERY

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THE DISCOVERY

MY VOLITION WAS NOT A PLAYER
IN THE WHETHER OF MY EXISTENCE
MY WILL WAS NOT CONSULTED
BEFORE IT WAS SUMMONED
MY PRESENCE

PULLED FROM MY LONG REPOSE
I BATTLED WITH THE RUSH OF RAY
PUSHED INTO THE ODDNESS OF THE COSMOS
I COULD NOT BUT BEHOLD

THE PIERCING PARABOLA ON DELIGHTED FACES
STRANGE VOICES THAT CAUSED ME FEAR
AN INVINCIBLE FORCE THAT GENTLY CARESSES
A NIGH OUTCRY PUNCTURING THE EAR

LOOKING, I SAW
HEARING, I MARVELLED
TOUCHING, I WAS AWED
STATIC, YET MILES I TRAVELLED

I SENSED THE ORDER IN THE DISORDERED STARS
THE MUSIC IN ORNITHOLOGICAL CACOPHONY
THE GRASSLAND WITH MY SILKY FEET
THE AROMA FROM ALL ENTITIES

I PLAYED, I CLIMBED, I DIVED
EVERY SECOND WAS LIKE MY LAST
EVERY SENSATION, I ENJOYED
NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD NOT LAST

I GREW, I THOUGHT, I KNEW
I WENT AHEAD
TO INFER WITH MY TINY HEAD
IF BEINGS COULD THIS MARVELOUS BE
THEN HOW MUCH SO IS HE WHO DESIGNED IT?

TO HIM I DEDICATED ALL MY STRIFE
WITH WHOSE WISDOM I EXIST
I SIPPED IN EVERY BIT OF LIFE
BEFORE FINALLY I STRIKED THE BUCKET

Money

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MONEY by OLOLADE ABIOLA BAKARE

Money here.
Money there.
Everywhere.
Anywhere.
Whatever you want, you get.
But where is the Money to spend?
You are useful but,
Children and Family
matter.
Health and education
matter.
Food and transport.
Night and day.
Church and Mosque.
In the Lord’s name.
You’re needed everywhere.
Life is tough without you.
Nothing comes easy without
you.
Oh Money!
Where art thou?
You are as hard;
As a nut to crack.
Without you,
Our problems are like my mother’s paying
beads.
Will you desert the commoners like that?
They search.
They count.
They wait.
They cry.
Yet theirs is a life of beaded needs.

To all money-proprietors…

THE LOST PROPERTY

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THE LOST PROPERTY.

The awareness of guilt
The state of reticence
The manacle of restraint
That has accompanied me for years
Has vanished as a bubble does in thin-air
Only its fragments remain
In places of extreme solitude

Civilisation has separated us
Technology has sundered us
Imperialism has disunited us
I have lost my conscience
I have lost my rue
I thought I had freedom
But the reverse is the case

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Take to the streets in rags
Indiscernible from a lunatic
Except that I appear less filthy

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Steal from my fellow country-men
Relegating many into poverty
Without a hint of penitence

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Defiant to mother nature
Longing for repulsive coupling
With another who is gender-equal

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Commit crimes against humanity
Slaying my man-kind en masse
Only to satisfy my egomania

Your absence is killing me
But I know not
Your lack is bestialising me
But I fear not
Reality is only a lid away
It is more than a big shame
That not anymore can I find shame

NATURE

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NATURE by QUEEN ESTHER OYEBODE

Let the mountain stand in pride,
let the oceans roll and tide,
let the trees wave their side,
fall in summer when they are dried.

Let the breeze reel and ride,
let the animals play and hide,
let the moon above us guide,
the groom to the arm of his bride.

Stars above us there reside,
like Gold, gold in our eyes divide,
let the earth where we abide,
give us good harvest dignified.

Green, green, green inside,
beautiful colours that we can’t hide,
sky and earth has solely replied,
natural beauty we show with pride.