Showing posts with label African poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label African poets. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

A PATH THAT WINDS IN TO THE CLOUDS

Oko, labe igi oronbo
A path that winds into the clouds
In loving memory of broken cisterns that squirt.
The very moan of trees
Rises to ninth heaven in praise,
Of the cat that died
Dousing the rampaging fire running in your tap

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Monday, 7 October 2013

MARKETPLACE

There's a thriving marketplace
When insomnia comes to Owls, to Ravens
Aminu Kano, Adetokunbo Ademola, crescents of Ahmadu Bello

Monday, 6 May 2013

DON'T LOVE ME SWEET

Don't love me sweet
My heart's deep and wide
You can never fill it

Don't love me sweet
My heart's given up
To maternal love, surreal
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Don't love me sweet
My heart's too broken
Your love can't mend it

Don't love me sweet
My heart's not for one
Yours' a loosing fight

Don't love me sweet
My heart's dead
Immortality reigns here

Don't love me sweet
My heart's given up to hell
You love but a bestial

Don't love me sweet
My heart's too selective
You don't fit the profile

Don't love me sweet
My heart's in need of reality
You, but a dream

Saturday, 22 December 2012

Word Eaters

Be kind with words, mildly eat
Not with oil of the furnace's fury
For then, the tongue shall burn sore
Neither from cold's slumber, dab
It's sludge would give you away
But in thought and gentle caress
Eat them, well cooked

Monday, 23 April 2012

JAWS

Aw, with this weather?
Let the bombs rain
Warmth come forth for
Those without a blanket
Merry where the cisterns leak
They will hug calabashes
And gamble away sanity
Like Zacheus, of Jenta Mangoro
They pay the taxman of spirits
And kill the fake heart within
Those without a heart fall
Within Jaws the city from chaos
Where anyone with some cash
Gets to thrust at Jaws
Sensitive mandibles between legs
There it burns the most
The rampaging fire in his tap
Seeking to be doused