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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

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

Our Nation_Republic of Thieves.

There should come a time when the emotion called shame should arrest a man’s attention – when the unthinkable becomes the fashionable!
I am ashamed of being within the same geographical location where impoverished people celebrate certified crooks! Are you not?!
Something must be seriously wrong with our psyche as a people, when we would assault and burn (yes, immolate!) one man for stealing N500, while we bring out the drums for someone not accused, mind, but actually JAILED for stealing millions in US dollars; the common patrimony of the same impoverished who now celebrate his deported ass!
The heavens must wonder what clay this set of humanoids were shaped from! How in Iroko’s name would you eulogize your tormentor? Have we no modicum of shame at all? What message are we sending to our children, to all who serve in little spaces, diligently?
It is bad enough that we cheat our bright children of higher institution admission on the altar of quota system, cheat competent civil servants of deserved promotion because of ‘positive discrimination’; but must we also traumatize victims of hospitals that are mere consulting rooms, able-bodied, employable youth now unemployed in their millions, by now venerating a common criminal whose action and/or inaction contributed all this morass?
I refuse to join that lot. So, I shout it from the top of my lungs, JAMES ONANEFE IBORI, you are a thief! A convicted criminal! If Nigeria were China, your head will have rotted on its stake a long time ago.
I solemnly undertake today, any politician who celebrates this condemned criminal will hear from me. What I can do? I will call them out as larcenous accomplices! 
That is me. What about you? Will you celebrate this deported felon? It you do, and you are listed as my friend, I WILL NOT ONLY BLOCK YOU, I will also call you out as as accomplice? You will sue me? I will happily plead justification. A court of competent jurisdiction already judged your hero!
Shame no dey catch us? Haba!