Ojá Alè

From the shadow of a gloom
-where I stood-
Night did blossom, bloom and is full
Then crept up my bosom
With all rigour of her youth
Vanity smiles at human toils
Knowing just how to foil... I watched as
Inert stars try to fight the steely night
Its all futile, futile
As this flickering flare
Gainst the zealous zephyr...of the same night,
Her crisp darkness,
Brittle
Is only broken
by the frequent human
gnomes
and goblin sounds
Beckoning buyers
To their nightly wares.

Tanmóko

Sunset yellow stings my eyes
Some strange orange lit the sky.

Wandering clouds with pseudopods
Form and unform in amoeboids

When these amass a massif
Red rays pass through their crevice'...

Quit the farm, for all is lie.

Omi

Omi
Odòkòtò
Aqua from a hollow

Scooped with ewé kókò
From our oko kòkò...

I drink from that clear source
Pure words for goodly cause

Ain't oní kótokóto.

AFRICA WILL RISE...

From the depth of an abyss
To heights unimagined
From dirts and dunghills
To sitting with princes
From lack and poverty
To much prosperity
From thirst and hunger
To being a giver
From a land of desert deserted
To one of beauty besoughted
From 'rearing' a race
To setting the pace
From an handmaiden barren
To having many children
For all her seeds as scathered
Unto her now are gathered...
Africa will rise and give you glory...O God
And my Nigeria shall be her heartbeats of joy.

RAINDROPS

Cascading tears of heaven
Unto earth is given
Breaking her clogs
Pleasing the gods
With more edibles
Upon their tables...
This same blessing
Of late turned to mourning
When an army of flood hungry
From these tiny tears many
Ate up the whole land
Our feets sink in wet sand...
So today again
As the sky began to bray
And clouds gather to break
The shutters of heaven
For another downpour
The gods dither...
Mouth much prayer
To the maker
For a cup drier.

BOWELS OF HELL

Men robed
In deathly cloack
Painted black
What once is white.
Shaggy bearded
Auto rifles
Ever dreaded
Forging troubles.
These, terror be to the earth
Hell is bereaved when they die.

Ad Infinitum

A dome
Like liver lobes
The globe home
Stretching the farthest I see
Sinking into the vast sea.

Its so good to know
That this old dome
That house the globe
Broad but bounded so
Is not our home.

For I know
This dingied dome
Is one of the minutest
Of his experiments
That an expanse limitless
exists outer here, a space boundless...

Why think as the thoughtless
My life ends here
Alone, cold neath some tombstone
No, now I know its a passage
An escape route out of this dome

Into his abode
Of golden road
The glories untold...
And fancy me
In the presence of his glory
All through eternity

Just fancy fecund me
Painting, singing, poeming... Ad infinitum.