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Obesity of Thoughts

All dressed up, bottom box

frills, thrills and booyahs!

No party though to go;

But appearances, keep thee up.

Your thoughts are fat,

my understanding, thin.

Grandiose ideas thou have,

manifestly minuscule in truth.

Great mansions you promised,

but no land is in sight, anywhere!

Ghosts of the past, they are here,

awoken from fitful slumbers.

You feign wealth when all there’s

to see are books, well-cooked …

Still, you swagger along,

charming pants off people.

You Vagrant!

Appetites aflame,

Fingers a-wandering,

Cookie jars a-running!

Tired am I of your

jug of jarring juxtapositions.

cold, nay hot; heated yet wintry,

in an endless rigmarole.

Successfully, you’ve made

virtue and vice mingle together;

at home with sin and penitence,

surefooted in the art of double speak.

Are you not spent,

is your power not sapped?

How many seasons must we endure?

Thou purveyor of inconsistencies?

©️ Adewale Adeniji. November 2019.

Lost! (Cryptic 101)

A little boy, I’m just a little runt

Looking, praying for love

A little lass, I’m just a wee wench

Searching, hoping for love

Not everywhere, oh no

Neither regular love, nah.

Aseeking, awondering

Pandering over an ideal.

I’m just a little gal

Looking for perfection

I’m that hunk, hungry

For that ideal, perfect tryst.

What you are is lost.

Ain’t no love that perfect

No union that smooth

You’re just a little lost!

©️ Adewale Adeniji.

4th July 2019.

Happy Independence Day, America!

Our Nation_2018 Independence Anniversary_Commemorative Poem_ “Loud Silence”

Deep breaths

Furtive head shakes

Moaning sighs

Vacant looks.

Breath, breath boy!

What’s gwan?

Darting looks, here, there

Still not a word!

Is it cowrie issues?

No? Oh, a maiden?

Or, or idea troubles

No? Now, what ails you?

That deep sigh again…

And bowed head

With Furrowed brows..

What now in Iroko’s name?

All entreaties done

Silent you remain

No comments?

Or Complaints?

Very loud indeed,

this studious silence.

Birth something, a sign..

Nothing? Oh well.

Come anon, reveal.

Expose the labyrinth

of your mind; thoughts

that a weakling make

of valiant veterans.

That time of the year again.

To look back. What could’ve

been. Well, we press forward.

© Adewale Adeniji. 01/10/2018.

Fertile Deserts, Barren Paddies.

 

Good, yet incurably bad.

Stinking, sweet aromas.

Sad, smiling faces.

We loath and love simultaneously

We are of course being ourselves.

***

Barren rice paddies, filled with

empty husks, none to thresh.

Yet bellies awaiting filling,

bodies needing fuelling.

All shorn of themselves.

***

Deserts so fertile

with gore so sore.

No, not of produce.

Alas of pogrom.

Tragedies for us all.

***

Opposites, converses,

our discuss, all warped!

Common ground narrowed

by conversations so blithe,

offspring o’ fertile deserts, barren paddies.

 

© Adewale Adeniji. May 2018.

Alatika* United

 

A gallery attendee here,

A window dresser there.

That’s the way of it!

Pressure! Pile it on…

Except you deign another

4 years of dryness!

 

 

Another season of being

for all, yet for none!

Come on now, write yours ..

Yes, a letter you dimwit.

Pressure! Pile it on…

No more shoe string living.

 

 

Oh, how great were dem days

Breakfast in Dubai! Choi!!!

Croissant from Paris,

Caviar from Petersburg.

Cometh this man, cometh

starvation, privation!

 

 

Pile on the pressure!

He cannot even kaput in peace

Fool! Tight-fisted bastard.

Cause confusion, anarchy.

Trust our people, they’d

lap it all up. Write, grumble.

 

 

All aggrieved, unite!

Come, complain, harangue.

No more years, no more 

for the scroungy old fool!

Confuse every issue, 

Confound every one!

 

 

Coalition, yes! Nice word.

Tell the farmer, he is leading

the charge! What nonsense!

How can we live through 

another season of this man?

We are united. We love ourselves.

 

 

© Adewale Adeniji. 05/02/2018.

*Alatika – a local word meaning revellers.

Nigeria Go Better!

We were once, all of us,
young and free, vibrant together.
Neither pretense nor grudge.
Then we grew up, and we
became competitors. Nay enemies.
Where has our salad years gone?

But, I cannot hate anymore
You, refuse to fight me any longer.
Even if we all may be hurting …
You may be down, I may be lost.
But together we are not out, not yet.
All we can do is carry each other.

All we must do is fetch for one another.
One for all, our horde for one.
Together … Stronger … Bolder
living, learning, laughing, loving.
That is all that is left to do, as we age.
No more jostling. Let us bare each other.

Hausa, Igbo, Yoruba, Fulani, Urhobo,
Bini, Birom, Baruba, Bachama, Anang,
Ishan, Isoko, Ikwerre, Degema, Efik,
Eggon, Egun, Gwari, Gwoza, Nupe
Ibibio, Igala, Idoma, Ijumu, Tiv … and more.
All together, carrying water for Nigeria!

© 14th July 2017. Adewale Adeniji.

Contemplative (Cyrptic 101)

I think, unthink then rethink

Methinks, You think, We think

Crypto or lucid, all stink!

You think, unthink then rethink
Can you, for sure rethink?

Will it, perchance be it?

When all, by pretense, think, But none really think shit.
Still all seek Olympic heights

Delphian native, oh enigmatic

Yet sore indeed – the sights 

Trying indeed all to outthink.

© June/July 2016. Adewale Adeniji.