TRIBUTE TO STEPHEN KESHI by ‎King Mike John

Our son has gone to reunite with his wife, she left us not long ago, She left in haste without saying goodbye. She was young and unaged lovely to behold. She was unwell stricken by the rough rod of life. She journeyed in sorrow to the white Lords, The ones who have communed with all… Continue reading TRIBUTE TO STEPHEN KESHI by ‎King Mike John

THE EAGLES PATH

on carting wheels they ride amidst shoulder high foes who pride with yester-glory yea! they ride off to get the rope of victory around standing necks the eagles’ path unthreaded braiding the teethed boots to roll away stones to nested nets a glittering gold gift held up in undaunted palms blessed by Oluwa. along the… Continue reading THE EAGLES PATH

THE COMBATS

At Gassama’s final trumpet, at his final trumpet . . . They stood like the crucifixion’s stake, Like the crucifixion’s stake, The Antelopes stood, Cheery visages in glum, Wreathed with wide waters, Of the hearts crackdom accepted. They’ve caressed Leaking from The Eagles In twin-legged sphere leather Combats, they’ve caressed.

VANQUISHED HEROES

A tune was played near; One of loss, a sorrowful song. A chant was heard from afar; One of joy, a victory song. Two ends of one tale. One the start, the other, the end. Often, human eyes can’t see beyond the present. The product of tomorrow remains unseen. The tale begins with an ordinary… Continue reading VANQUISHED HEROES