Tag Archive | Nectar

Segilola’s Tale

 

 

Saucy as a shrew, naughty like that.

From catacombs to every crevice,

wares well sold. Segilola beautiful damsel.

Igba nla dogi, iyalaya any bagger*

I will walk my talk, my talk is my work.

 

 

Something supple, rolling like that.

A matching army, of it own accord

Controlled by no sergeant major; and

like a piped piper, puppets are drawn,

to nectar so sweet, yet so sour.

 

 

Segilola, scourge of many frowning wives

Envied object of many a putative damsel.

Loathe or love her, your senses ruled.

Pine or lust for her, your senses dulled.

What to do with this Segilola?

 

 

Segilolas aplenty at every ojude-Oba*

surplus at those privileged polo games.

Massed at the Argungu fishing fiesta*

Well dotted at each Ofala celebration*

Every where you turn, there’s a Segilola.

 

 

Glossary.

 

*Igba nla dogi, iyalaya any bagger – Expletive indicate of ‘who cares’

*ojude-Oba – age grade festival in Ijebu land.

*Argungu fishing fiesta – a fishing gala in Sokoto

*Ofala celebration – rites of renewal for a King in some parts of Eastern Nigeria

 

© 7th November 2016. Adewale Adeniji.

The Harem … Part 3.

How on earth did they cope,

Rulers of dynasties old?

What strength possessed them

To rule roost o’er these cesspools?
Kingdoms ruined, alliances bust

By shenanigans of the Harem politics

Fortunes, hard won, easily lost

Yet, this institution endures.
Why on earth do men do this,

Pursuit of flesh to gratify flesh?

Who can man save from this pull of

the sweet and sour taste it bodes.
Harems, meant to show man’s prowess

Yet in deed shews forth women’s might

As birds a nectar draws, men always drawn

To that which eventually his death makes!
(The end… Or is it?)
© 25th September 2016. Adewale Adeniji.