POEMS
My own expressions
POETRY ON PICTURES WITH OLADEJO HABIB
In a world where the youths get swayed by the social media and fancy gadgets, where majority wake up daily just to concoct stories on Twitter or show off on Instagram, here is one who has refused to tow the ways of others. Meet Oladejo Habib, a graduate of the University of Ilorin who uses poetry to discuss the issues in the society. What amazes me most about is work is his brilliant graphological arrangement of the words to suit his mood or what he is talking about. Here is one of them, titled ‘My Encounter’ He shows his marxist self in this one titled ‘Failure’ Take note of the…
JUST A LITTLE BLOOD.
It’s the best experience any girl could pray for I was told Mama says the best moment every girl wanted The birth of the woman in me Admiring my image in the mirror was all I seem to do daily As I await my glorious day as mama called it For weeks myself and Ougene talked about it Making us the envy of the younglings She would twist her neck and say “I will soon be a woman now” The long awaited day came My friend was to go in before me With our cheery attitudes we wore the clothes given to us Bursting forth with joy she entered the…
VERMINS
Even from dirt, that which is beautiful can be born Just because we are throwaways Doesn’t make us rags that should be torn You are blind to our beauty Because we reek of filth Yet you don’t know our story Or the countless times we have fell Like a monolith We rise higher and higher Heaps mounting at your door step We are Phoenix reborn from the fire Nay, we shan’t crumble but get stronger and stronger We are dirt but we are cleaner than you. :Abdulazeez kaothar
DRACULA, YOU WON’T HAVE MY BLOOD.
You can nibble at my flesh Those soft bites that send currents of pain and pleasure through my spine You can give me feathery touches That make me shake in the knee You can even prod me, with your talons and make me scream in pleasure But Dracula, You won’t have my blood For it is not just something you can just take You can’t just suck it and get sated My blood is worth more than all you have drank I believe you know that already or you don’t I choose not to let you drink this For drinking it may wake another hunger I am not ready to…
ÒRÌṢÀ
My Mother My brave Mother Who defied pains and brought me forth My Strong Mother Who worked odd jobs just to fill the shocking gap in my shoulder My naive Mother Who didn’t know which is and which isn’t, only accepting things as they are I can swear I surpass her in knowledge related to men My intelligent Mother Who could make accurate additions and subtractions of money without a calculator My Beautiful Mother Who still caused stirs when she was fat, shapeless and heavy with Life My Strong Mother Who would carry a basin of Water on her head while each hands hold a bucket My Mother the Healer…
LIGHTNING DOES STRIKE THE SAME PLACE TWICE.
History does repeat itself It could come in form of a life A newly born baby Replica of a long dead ancestor It could be the reason Why snakes would be man’s enemy forever Vile serpent that sent us all out of Eden. But Eve fed Adam the fruit, Oh oh oh No, Adam was gullible to have eaten the fruit He wasn’t forced Oh but he was seduced And then their eyes became open Oh, opened Different kinds of opens Some get opened and make you heave Aaaaaaah, relief from bottled up emotions Others get opened and you feel a sweet sharp pain As smelly pus ooze out of…
SISTERS APART.
With his phallus he separated and United us Ours is the kingdom which originates from the loins Flat nose beautys dipped in rich honey, chocolate We are the rejects grudgingly accepted We cut through denial with the twin features we stole Our mothers vehemently proclaim ” we choose to keep you” He was enraged “This wasn’t the agreement” We sail into the world through the same seas but different vessels We are ripped apart and pushed farther from each other by angry waves of circumstance We journey through life painfully yearning for the other We dread homecoming What if only our pieces make the journey back home Remains of two…
YOU CAN’T DANCE MY DANCE!
I ran, my speed was like that of Bolt They followed in quick paces trying to knock me out like Tyson So I walked slowly, avoiding arrows and spears They still followed, jumping over stones… I have jumped over rocks But I choose to walk These paths are dangerous I grew wings and I soared To unknown lands Feverishly, I toiled mother earth and made her yield Here is my home The air sings my praises The land is in adulations beneath my feet The leaves danced And I danced with them I was lost in the dance, my soul, my body But they followed And tried to uproot my…
YOU ARE JUST A KID.
You are just a kid Playing with her dolls Watching her father stagger into the shack you call home He struggles to keep the alcohol in his stomach As usual he failed The vomit splatter on your dolls And your mother who is waiting rushes to clean his mess You are just a kid When he came home one sunny afternoon, While you were eating with your mother, His biceps bulging through his dirty tattered shirt His palm sandals looking the worse for wear And his hair? Sleek and shiny An odd combination against his ugly rough face He charges towards your mother and kicks the plate of leftovers You…
OMO OLOSAN
She torments me Day and night she torments me She makes me soil my knickers every night, Sweet pain from the pleasures tickled in my dreams, Those buttocks torment me Even with the baggy gowns she wears I can still make out the clap of her buttocks Every time she walks by Her tray of oranges balanced on her head, She makes my walking difficult And I have to pretend all was well I have to pretend I felt no warmth when I give her the 200 naira note, Whispering to her to keep the change While she flashes her toothy smile at my mother Thanking her for her benevolence…
