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Build Your Own ARK.

Ark

 

Random acts, kindness redefined.

Poco a poco, one humanoid apiece.

Lots of folk asunder, aghast for fear.

Gather, cradle, nurture.

Baby steps, balancing acts.

Kindness exemplified, randomly useful.

One, long gone, built an Ark. You too,

your very own A.R.K can build

in many lives, one at a time, by your

Acts of Random Kindness!

 

© 13th February 2017. Adewale Adeniji.

Solitude

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Quietness of mind.

Cocooned, surreal state.

Fertile arena for ideas to float.

Doors shut against every rabble,

all noise-some pests.

Wondrous state to ponder anew,

plethora of potential possibilities.

Noiseless lonesomeness soothes

and nourishes my cranium occupant.

Medulla oblongata thanks you!

Reason refreshed on solitude’s

altar; matched only by silence itself.

Otiose state, abandoned in seclusion.

What heaven!!!

 

 

Yes, I love my own company.

This sequestration of my mind,

in my space, at my pretty pace,

for my peace. Soothing is the

privacy this isolation brings.

No, you are not welcome

to my state of incognito.

Better to remain faceless

in facing my issues; confronting

them fiends of progress, retooling

my smarts, recharging my batteries.

Oh, how I long to be festooned,

moored on these shores,

permanently!!!

© 20th January 2017. Adewale Adeniji

Broken Petals

broken-petals
 
 
Blooming, glowing signposts of beauty, now
sterile, dull epitaphs of spent elegance.
Yes, once admired, yet now scorned.
 
Soft, undulating folds of jowls, now
sunken, boney cheekbones;
lost to the mutability of life.
 
Ebullient rippling muscled masses, now
alas, plain proof of powerlessness!
No, not as before mate, not as …
 
Chutzpa for life; how fickle thou art.
We thought ourselves kings, lords, and all.
But end up mere broken petals, all flesh!
 
Anyone heading towards Sunset Boulevard*?
Sing along, “swing low, sweet chariot…”*
Enjoy the trip while life resets for another generation.
 
Mentions:
*Author acknowledges Copyright in Sunset Boulevard. *”Swing low, sweet chariot” is an American negro spiritual written prior to 1862.
Both used in this Derivative Work under Fair Use License.
© 13th February 2017. Adewale Adeniji
 
 

February 13 (Remembering Murtala Ramat Mohammed)


Day that surely in infamy lives.

Murder so brutal on open street

Dawn of work, workers afoot

Bukar Suka unleashed

mayhem so vile,

Ramat’s life and many more be lost.

 

 

Drunken sucker then declared,

Dawn to dusk curfew for vile act of dawn!

Suka Dimka unleashed,

a can of worms that the top reached.

Bequeathed us he did, angst across the land;

that not even his neck could assuage!

 

 

Rest on, Ramat.

Our best revenge – them Hassasins

have long been forgotten!

But you we see everyday, in many ways

in all homes, markets and piggy holes!

Even aluminium tubes fly outta you!

Rest on Ramat!

 

 

© 13th February 2017. Adewale Adeniji

Alagbafo! (Washman)


Alagbafo! Alagbafo!! Alagbafo!!!

This man must be deaf o.

Alagbafo! Must I shout for you?

All these dirty clothes,

many Agbadas, Danshikis, Boubous, Abadas,

hooded tops from the main room;

crying for very clean wash. All you seem

to care about are bedsheets

and pillow cases from dark crevices

ladden with filth and gross like larceny!

 

 

Even for those you prefer to wash, there

you are with a sprained hand today,

painful knees tomorrow; and who knows?

Soft heart the next day? Mscheew! Was that

why you came to me for employment?

To waste my time? Remember I sacked that

bumbling hat-clad middle-aged guy

to take you on. Alagbafo, can you not speak?

Holding your tongue will not cut it, man!

 

 

You call me Alagbapo? Washer man kwo? Yo wa*.

And I heard your calls, loud and clear.

But I need a clear head to wash.

This no be ordinary wash fa.

If I wan wash am for sokoto*,

I have to wash am for Buba too!

Na to wash every thing, spotless, clean

To miss this opportunity na to die o.

 

To wash, you have to be carepul!

Bright, gross colors, not mixed with whites.

It takes time to do it. Na Ka ‘dan ka ‘dan* stylee I go use.

Otherwise… whites too will be quickly soiled.

Kana jin harshen*? Na softly, softly.

I will wash, and who will let?

These colors must bright be again.

Green go show, white go shine..

So, why hurry me; you fit hurry yourself?

 

Lo ba tan po*!

 

Glossary.

*Alagbafo – Yoruba for ‘Washman’

*Yo wa – Hausa for ‘Okay’.

*Sokoto – Pair of trousers

*Buba – Blouse like top, worn by both sexes.

*Ka ‘dan ka ‘dan – Hausa for ‘Small, small’

*Kana jin harshen? – Hausa for ‘Can you hear me?’

*Lo ba tan – Stalemate.

 

© 8th February 2017. Adewale Adeniji

Fearful Slumber.

Sleep, quintessential need of all.

Craved, yet distrusted by (wo)men.

Sleep, like his senior brother, death;

make the strong vulnerable, the weak

more hapless. But sleep must, must we not?

To rejuvenate that which a man makes.

 

 

Cold sweat of dreams puncture the bliss

of sleep; and the body craves the preference

of night owls for chatter which tatters the flesh.

Tattles, gossips, calls are welcomed; so long

as the head does not nod to the drumbeats

of sleep. Fatigue be damned. No sleep tonight!

 

 

Who/what will intercede between sleep

and this mortal fear of slumbering to death?

What guarantees do we have that slumber

will remain so, and not a procession to a crypt?

Any panacea for the dumbing angst?

What elixir for this morbid fear of sepulchers?

 

 

There is but one tonic, freely given to all.

It requires trust so base, that others will

troll at those who freely have it in Him; in

whose hands the twists, turns, tides of mortals

lay. He commands sleep, death bows to Him.

Sleep well when you have Him for a pillow.

 

 

© 30th December 2016. Adewale Adeniji.

Buyer’s Remorse (Written After The 2016 American Presidential Election)

Remorse is an afterthought.

Bitter aftertaste it wrought.

All the careful preparations 

suddenly without more, bust.
What was thought fertile plain

Now indeed dry desert be 

Remit was to buy original.

Alas, counterfeit you gain
So, every budding buyer beware.

Self-harm it is to spite your face

Cutting off your nose injures none

other than you; jeopardizing more.
© 10th November 2016. Adewale Adeniji.