Ashake, The day I wrote you a song, I broke my throat. I penned it on my cornea, But a flood of brine it became, When life ’Hi’ed’ me with hurt, And fluxed away with my pains. Nevertheless, I have the rhythm In my systole, and diastole. I pray you’ll...
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...
We shall rise on this day To dance on this clay For we shall proceed to Àgbède shed And stop all ìfonáfonsu Let the women converge at the square Let them come with ògidì ògùrò Let them sing to us beautiful choruses With a blend of our ancestral dialect We...
Awero, night before yesterday night Behind the bricks when all eyes Had lost there consciousness And that always smiling spherical shaped thing call the moon splashed light on you Acceleration takes over my blood circulation Deep down my retina, your imagery wallow……. Awero, a night before today’s Right their in...
THERE IS A WAR COMING: It isn’t a religious war Nor an ethnic war It is neither a tribal war Nor a war of a group It is however a war between those who value humanity and those who are selfish in their doings. It is a war between those...
Drumbeats, Dawn met her again on her rickety stool. Her eyes had seen what her mouth would always whisper; Was it Ashake’s adoption (Aye! That was her name – The one the gods have chosen) Or Alade’s calamitous journey? She had watched the procession Rushed slowly by, Bearing upon their...
Drumbeats, The booming voice of the silent gods, Their will has been enacted; Sacrifice was made in flesh, blood And Ashake’s Maidenhead. Alade threw a huge tantrum But the gods were silent And their wills unchanged, Ashake would marry the crown And birth the fame that would shame the lame....
Time stretched like acres of farmland And the North star soon lost its twinkle. The dews dropped like soaked balls of fluffy cotton, The day was unproductive like the other. Drumbeats, The voice of the silent gods. The mind is a jumbled heap of despair, The cold ran its strange...
Drumbeats, The voice of the silent gods. Papa is still without, digging trenches And mama fried akara balls At the village outskirt. The insistent pounding of the drum Caused my head to weigh a ton; But papa swift feet seems slow today And mama sharp tongue is muffled by silence....
