Tag Archive | Poetry

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.

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

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.