Green Land On Fire

Green land on fire 

I lie awake tonight 

Wishing of things I can change

I try to convince myself 

But it's all so strange 

Is it me, is it you or him?

Do I try , or are we through ?

Is this the end or new beginning?

Only one can guide this 

When my head is spinning 

Don't push, don't try , don't stress, don't cry 

How can I not mix this up?

I must do a thing to save my things 

In a free forest showered green 

Lies the three zealheads 

Whom their struggles seek to save 

The future of a green giant ground 

Lost in the volume that it's held 

What a youth sat with a thoughtful earnest brow 

A moment by their  side, heard the forest rumbling 

A chest from giant red flower

Striking every tree it's met

 

Number 1 gaze long at the moment 

Hurrying scene below , saw the symbol of the Greenland as the red flower strives

His face was sorely troubled and perplexed

Shadow of impending harm seemed to his sight to hurry 

A giant tree looks the safes

While fiery brands above the tree 

And the masses that he loved 

The ardor and the strength of youth were his 

But the wild ,reckless avenue of youth lured not his steps 

He stood alone , apart and saw afar 

The sure destruction lowering overhead 

Saw the cursed country where a wrong 

Prevails and right must perish 

With no hand to save 

Standing , bending and kneeling 

Thus perplexed

But not as then in deep dejection plunged 

His face though earnest still was peaceful now 

The danger above shone 

At the peak of the tree 

Is less dangerous than the burning flower 

From the button 

He heard no step, no voice , no seraph saw 

Though confused , 

What can I do , what shall we do ?

My city dwells in complete dilemma 

Take the symbol and deliver it there 

For the tall tree shall serve a bridge 

I have done my own part 

It's left for history to announced.

Abdullahi Auwal.

2020

The Black tradition

 The Black tradition

Our land is domesticated by tradition

Africa tradition of inculcation.

Our food is named by tradition

Africa tradition of declaration.

Our herbs and soil portrays our tradition

Africa tradition blessed with fruitful production.

Our mouth speaks louder with fire

With words transporting from one buccal cavity to another.

Our skin tells more of our strength

Oiled with the local ornaments of nature.

Our stream flows in unity

With our clay pot filled with its serenity.

Our mud houses tells of its compartment

With bamboo sticks standing as a pillar of its achievement.

Gray hair speaks words of life

For its age remodeled our step for the future.

Respect pays homage to the old

For the young glue themselves to the wise men mode.

Our dress code makes us look outstandable.

Our dancing steps tells more of our contentment.

Our local delicacies tells more of our origin.

Our locality kept boosting our integrity.

Elizabeth T O Joshua (5/8/2020).

 

Bleeding Warriors.

"I pray you return with your two legs".

Momma said as we waved bye.

Home we left, not as the best.

But with burning passions as of a hot volcano.

Our choice of path; family hate, but for blood they supported.

As we left, we knew very well.

Not again do we belong to ourselves.

Thus our emotions was fast becoming dead.

Only the love for "Green White Green".

Was daily growing and we do love the feeling.

As we've chosen the gun method to express patriotism.

Whether or not we died in the battle; we cared less.

"We wouldn't give up the peace of Nigeria.

No! Not without defence; we're no weaklings".

This song, we sang in our head but didn't prepare for the cost.

On the battlefield; face to face with death.

The mighty were falling; sounds of bullet rented the space.

Strength failed us, our passion became weak.

Ola! Okoro shouted as I saw him falling on my brief arms.

The iron piece had hit his head; before me, he laid lifeless.

Alas, momma's prayer received a NO.

As warriors this is what we go through.

We bleed yet fight and save on.

A death today and another tomorrow.

But on and on we fight, getting wounded for your safety.

Call us lovers; we're the frontiers.

Call us warriors; we're the chosen ones.

In your love for us; a word of prayer will do.

As we are the ones who faced the fear to keep you safe in health.

#June4Poetry.

#Kenny, your neighbor.

Happy Birthday Ogundipe Oluwatosin Moyosore

So many of you don't know this but myself and shubomi Obembe have been dating for a long time.

 We tried to keep it a secret from the public but our friends wouldn't let that happen all because I'm a golden boy that likes to show off. Imagine when iPhone 11 came out, I had to buy 2 for shubomi, one for her to be contacting her friends and another one to contact me alone.

 When shubomi said we should take things slowly, I couldn't stay calm, what was she trying to do? Like she doesn't want to be seen with me or the money I'm giving her isn't enough. That day ehn, shubomi begged me for more than 10 hours promising that she will do anything for me. because of my church mind, I forgave shu-gben-gbe. When I thought that was all, my brother, that was just the beginning...

I just want to tell you people to fear Ijebu people, molebi, I repeat, fear ijebu people. That was how shugbems came to my 5 bedroom duplex in banana island on one weekend. I was actually surprised when she came in but well, she said why should I be surprised with the "can't I come to my boyfriend house again". Imagine, I was already saying wi-pe I've found Gold. 

That was how she entered kitchen and said she wanted to cook my best food.

When did I tell shubomi that I have a best food, or has she now learnt how to cut onions. (I was like cook anything you want, after this food is the main food). That's how she fried plantain and egg oooooo..

 I xha kept quiet because I'm no white man to be eating egg and plantain as best food. As I was xha managing the thing, I noticed she started touching my chest and rubbing my head, I still dinno talk until she said "boo, I'm thinking that we should be doing joint account"... Thats how plantain hook me in my throat and I started coughing. She was so slow to get water but help me thank God. I woke up safe and sound. 

Happy Birthday Ogundipe Oluwatosin Moyosore

My Only Survival Means In University Days

 If I talk now you people will say I’m shouting that I need to be calming down. I know I’ve not done this before but to be forewarned is to be forearmed. 

I have kept this for a very long time because one must be patient to see the surface of an issue before digging it deep. So many of you know how close we are but I hope what happened to me will not happen to you. 

The popular yoruba saying, “kokoro to je efo, idi efo lo wa” (one has to be watchful of household enemies). After all we have done together and the memories we have shared together, a whole 4 years together and you choose to do this to me. 

 So there has been this average beautiful girl who wouldn’t want to let me be, base on say the boy na golden boy and drips too plenty. I was too focused to notice her: “can’t you see me” styles and her “Don’t you want me“ advances but all those ones na cruise. Me that Joseph is my most Loved Bible Character.

Well, not as if I did not like Linda but she has to prove she’s not a gold digger. Funds dey, what’s there in having 5 girlfriends, na small thing naaaaaaa but I don’t want to be distracted. So I told my guy how Linda has turned me to her Lord and Saviour, but we gast stay focused for the Grammy. 

I thought my guy got my back oooooo but he fucked up. 

Linda brought cooler ministry for me on one Friday when i went to worship my father which contained beans and plantain, my best food. You guys thought Overcomer will collect the cooler and told her I am yet to be back oooo, instead, my nigga told her that I don’t like her and I won’t eat her food. My best food, baba sent her away…. Hot beans and soft fried plantain. . . . you guys know how delicious this meal taste naaaa

O wrong naaaaaaa, I was supposed to eat her food for dinner because I came back late into the night but Ajayi Oluwatade Augustine dan spoil market. I had to boil indomie and soak garri that night. E pain meeeeeeee ooooooo

If not until last week that I asked her out which she declined because my friend sent her back when she brought me plantain and beans, I wouldn’t have known. Me wey be spec 

Maaa no cash you oooooooooooo

Happy Birthday my Brother, I wish you God’s Abundant provision

I should tell you I Love you but I rather say I Lurr you . . . .