(For Pa Salami) What do you see in your sleep? Layout of your very room barfed with dusts, Sickening smell and a metropolis of cobwebs, Then a voice standing like a reaper To pull emotions into drip of deeps. You see everything Behind your creaking door. Creaking door. Creaking door. Winds walk with their fingers… Continue reading A ROOM WITH A CREAKING DOOR by Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Author: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a poet, photographer and nutritionist. He has won several awards. His first collection of poems, FOR BOYS WHO WENT, was published in 2017.
ORI by Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
this poem is untitled the voice of a young boy stands tall in the noise of this troubled market. Divide for him a portion of destiny He is tired of changing face like a shedding snake. Ori, do not be cruel! Let his dream stand proud like the minaret’s peak His worth must be known,… Continue reading ORI by Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
FREEDOM: by Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
I see our future in chains; We only strive in vain Shall we be free of these pathetic breed? Do they know ours pains? That we only seek freedom? We walk in files to the work field Guarded by armed morons, With eager, blade mouthed whips Oh! We cry and take our fate, Hoping Freedom… Continue reading FREEDOM: by Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
LIES
Today, we gather at the village square To witness the funeral Of our yet living throne-men. They have all kissed us With their turtle lips Dripping of innocent blood The crown and scepter The beaded neck and golden sit Today, we deny you, Akogun Kolawolu You whose gun never fails to sing dirges To the… Continue reading LIES
I WILL BE BACK AFTER THE WAR
Aduke, don’t cry! I am strong enough to fight life with the claws of my pen This war claimed Awo’s breath and dug him six feet beneath stole Azik’s motion, turned him into a withered tree This war is challenging, Aduke But shall I sit to watch posterity’s dreams washed down memory lane? Aduke, remember… Continue reading I WILL BE BACK AFTER THE WAR
ABIKU
Announce to the market of familiar strangers O’birth crier! Inform them in the city of the under-sun Chalk the name of our visitor on the cheek of Life. Quickly! Remember, he is wayfarer Drag the gold shielded ram to the market place sound the gong of announcement let our feet grope the shameful sand Abiku… Continue reading ABIKU
OMO OLOSAN 1
One evening I sat amidst the gossiping winds Reading the dailies Sweet voices come calling From a distance, ‘Oyin ladun osan’ (The orange’s sweetness is honey) Gripped within by unseen compassion I forced my focus On the loss Super Eagles gained Brother, shey e’era osan? (Brother, will you buy oranges?) Lifted my eyes to see… Continue reading OMO OLOSAN 1
WILL I LINGER AFTER I HALT?
Word-mason: I wield my knife Laying on the pad of life A thousand blocks of words… What will my end be afterwards? No, I do not fear death. But I fear, for my name after death What will the tongues of man say? After the night that births no day? Life is a market, we… Continue reading WILL I LINGER AFTER I HALT?
TO MY UNBORN
The dew is hope of rain on a deserted morning. The tiny rays of the sun under sad clouds after a tormented rain is a speech that means all is well.. Dear child my name is like the cloud storing up strength before the rain-day.. My name I promise will be your pride….! Written by:… Continue reading TO MY UNBORN
INSPIRATION
Like the drops of rain on a thirsty ground Like the gleaming moon in the darkest night …inspiration comes! It is… the instigator of our pen a light unto their paths a song in their mouth as the truths of the world (and the lies too) become characters on paper Without inspiration I am like… Continue reading INSPIRATION