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Poem_Chessy Chalkers

CHALK AND CHEESE-ILLUSTRATION

Marabouts at fork-roads
Fetching fetish feasts;
Curves unseen divining,
base minds emboldening.
Foretelling fortunes fortuitously,
plying Russian Roulettes you
Boogie Greenback diviners.

Know ye not that these
twain of a truth tussles?
Chalks and Cheeses.
Thou however thread both
together, with long ropes
of perfidious puns; parlayed
for gains so gross it choked.

Straight faced, your lot
promised a predator
keys to a nursery, when
you knew better; yet to line
thy wallets, you cared less.

How long captivated would
thy mind be manipulated,
you slaves of ambition,
worshipper on greed’s altar?
Mangled minded moguls too,
unhinged by base desires,
thou took these prophesies to heart,
parsing these divining assurance
these contrived courses of crass
as proof of assured occurrence!

But He laughs in derision, He
who knows tomorrow from yesterday
because His principles always
put cheese and chalk asunder.
Finito!!!

© Adewale Adeniji. October 2018.

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.

Marrying Who? Part 1

Marrying Who?, 01

Its our wedding day, great expectations…

All roads lead to us, our own unique moment.

All hail the groom, decked out in his best!

All hail the bride, decked out ….

Wait a minute. Where is my Egwu Eji*, my Amaria*?

Who, perchance art thou, lady in white?

What? Idonbilivit!

Is that you, my love? What happened to your face?

Decked you are all right, but is that you behind the mask?

Yes, I know it is called ‘make up’ now, but…

Is that the nose I still tickled last week?

Mba*, mba, mba! Ko je je be* now!

Ok. Where is the mouth I used to, you know…

Why is so pout? Blotting out your winsome smile?

Ha ha. Am I dreaming like Alfa Sule*?

What color is your skin again? Chai*! Te mi ba mi*!

To be continued ….

Glossary:

*Egwu Eji – Igbo language for ‘outstanding beauty’

*Amaria – Hausa language for ‘new wife’

*Mba – Igbo language for ‘No’ 

*Ko je je be – Yoruba language for ‘It cannot be’

*Alfa Sule – A local comic.

*Chai – Wow.

*Te mi ba mi – I am in trouble.

Literary Cautions:

This is a literary work. No offense is meant to any specific gender, please.

Photo Credit: Boscoe Holder.

© 14th March 2017. Adewale Adeniji