FRIEND

I am captivated by the picture frames on his wall Of present colleagues and childhood friends But how could he keep this? Uncovering memories underneath buried Some relished moments, others very bitter Looking at the pictures I cannot count the heads The crowd, as with most kids Was too much for one to handle But… Continue reading FRIEND

O FRIEND

In the arch age, arrows are most dreaded Ravenous Swords and jackknives too Of ghastly fear and shock in man they render In this jet age, bombs and missiles are most frightful At a shot, a thousand fall and kiss the earth But none of these perturbs my heart None I say, do I dread… Continue reading O FRIEND

WHAT WILL MY STORY BE?

When they praise him When the streets sing him songs And towers tell his tales What would be my worth? What tale will I tell? What pride shall my progeny possess? Would I say “I know him”? Grey-haired, chewing-stick chewing On a stool, stories spewing “Same class of ’98, I know him” Would my tale… Continue reading WHAT WILL MY STORY BE?

KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON (by Haruna O Abdullahi)

Samson Kukogho, your pen tears me like a dagger, And your verses cascade before me like a waterfall. Your rhymes put me in a fit of ecstasy, And your lines leave me in momentary fantasy. Pour me your libation, Feed me your thoughts, Lend me your sight, For I want to walk your path, The… Continue reading KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON (by Haruna O Abdullahi)