After KAYEEFI was born and bath Her veil was as tattered as a torn net Only a few friending shame vowed partnership. As time crept to welcome stages Her emergence and nature became a star She fights moral at every quarter Riding on the wings of civilization Her Veil peeled...
Taking thoughts backward, Reminiscences of ancients; They are lost in memories Pieces left are hymns in holy papers Perhaps, discos are the better dance steps. Taking thoughts backward, Ancient archives plied through wind Whirling wind, in my memory they lodge, Descedants of living sculptures we are We are, offsprings of...
. Tell Are-Ona-Kakanfo that Balogun, the man of war is back from war. . Balogun, the son of seven thunders in the days of seven wonders kills the war and takes plunders I am the Balogun of words for I know the alphabets that put strife asunder. . Tell Oba...
empty gourds of palmwine clanging at the palace gates though I have not seen a drunk King Akogun! We have lost the battle again where are the men of war? but how? could men have conquered demons with burning torches. . the last masquerade to dance at the village square...
Taka a hankali Most beautiful Yarinya yar north-side Sarautar ki is not what we see everyday Yours is in the zuciya They see you but can’t look at you Your beauty brightens the day Of those that like tagumi It shines so brightly that Even the sun cannot contest The...
Her hips swayed rhythmically to the tempo of the mystical Bàtá beaten with the hands of antiquity at the village square. Elders nodded in accordance, onlookers cheered in glee while trees incessantly bowed at the command of an ancestral wind to the dancing goddess, Omolewa, the mistress of the brave...
The very day that Audu was born, his father said, ‘I will not raise a son!’ So the day he became five years, he was sent out admist his sisters’ tears. He was given a small hollow plate, and was told not to return home for food. He was to...
I am the black, The humus deep within the earth, The life and succor to a dying seed The hope of a thousand souls that draw breath Melanin in tears trickle into the earth, At the same spot where our humanity bled Is that resentment you wear on your eyelids,...
Far from home….. Beyond the sea is where we reside Where shivering usher out Our glowing teeth not to smile But to beckon to the frigid weather Our complexion is seldom Negroes is what they call us Yet pride bestows in our skin Far away from home…….. That evening granny...
I’m back in this place where the moon rejoices at the hearing of melodious lullabies sung into the cranium of crying babies who are stuck to mother’s backs at the end of noon tide. . I’m back in this place where death raises the deads of the cemetry and hades...
