AMALGAMATION OF PAINS by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Green and white detribalised our existence Our grumblings are more private than public Alas! Our ears have been listened to dialogues Will writers present a collective opinion? While the nation’s children live together Like children of unknown concubines Fighting for the rights of their mothers Would the writers watch? Men and women in native attire… Continue reading AMALGAMATION OF PAINS by Bada Yusuf Amoo

OLD SOLDIER NEVER DIES

When I hear hopeless denizens Hooting like night owls Perched on frail branches Of smooth-bark Iroko trees Begging life’s support From crevices of rocky tablets Painted by your seductive brush That only flowed to calm urgy-nerves Of frustrated trusts seeking justice; When yester-memories flashback fresh bloody scenes Of Eight Ogoni men Tied to a stake… Continue reading OLD SOLDIER NEVER DIES

MY PEN POWER

My sun rises in the East Setting not in the West The North sees me and smile My brightness South deny not; Turning moon’s direction To beam on darkness places My star illuminates men turning riff raffs to Aaron’s rod, ever blossoming; all by my PEN POWER Obatala marvels at my creativity Orunmila asks me… Continue reading MY PEN POWER

OUR FATHERS

Our exalted fathers kissed the steel and made thousand crowns of chain upon their throttled necks from barns where their being beamed dim. Fetid festers watered their fetters’ studs holy waters for new converts they shared communion with their heads the lip of dawn bore their detritus. What have they not learnt, harvesting blood like… Continue reading OUR FATHERS