Category: POETRY

my matchbox world gives my family light from my moon
for we are soluble in this water of being

D is for D.O. Fagunwa, the bullroarer who rode in his pen horse for an Expedition To The Mountain Of Thought. D is also for Dele, the town crier whose large bell rings out: Do Not Die in Their War.

If You Must Set Forth At Dawn
Rise before the sun will smirk at your courage
Of a poet that birthed this madness

You are not a single story
Patience and pain have courted you to the gravestones of dearly beloved
Grief is not brief, take notes

these souls live on,
with immortal footprints on this terrain of african poetics
embodying our narrative experiences.

I kept
the mandate of my people

I died
the death of self

Imomotimi, sail on to the other side
As we paddle words to hurry waves for you
While counting time on our prayer beads

The most valuable Nigerian export is neither gold nor oil,
It is Chinua Achebe, the true son of the soil,
This is the poem to celebrate black excellence