《CRIES FROM THE OCEAN》 1 What is Poetry? A puzzle it turns out That we in turn, turn in at crossed roads of answer Fighting not to be fought with mockery I, the originator of this line answered: Poetry is nothing but an imagery of a crazy man We all are crazy; what makes me a better crazy fellow, is poetry. By remembering our heroes who once held victory Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. We murmur by calling the blissful shapes of our women and not ladies! He knuckles his head over when he flashed back The memory of the village in the city Finally, he answers that the power of the police and its employers Of its formality, crashes our soul of genuine poetry! Mere sky-scraping of the views of men 2 Apeero What is your fate you Apeero I know of your duty which you perform, Isn''t it to call people on board? Yes Apeero, you call people to destinations. But you, you remain on a single spot You help others go to a place of joy While you are in turn left rooted on a spot Yes, Apeero, you call people to destinations. What then will be your lot? I travelled so far, And received blessings of mankind from God Yes Apeero, you call people to destinations. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. But I have always met you on the same spot, Nothing changes on you except that the poverty Seems bright on you everyday Yes Apeero, you call people to destinations. Won''t you yourself go on board That you too may change and have favour? 3 Forest of Dead Ladies Fresh legs under a plank of debris Walking on the street Putting on designed material of nudeness and lustfulness, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Smiling like the carcass of a lion at themselves Never wearing the soul of purity and wisdom (Assuming a role of fun while playing the part of sadness) To their grave they all return at night; For it is in the night they perform their dutiful work¡ª Some in the evening shift 4 Death Gives Life When I die because I may die, Maybe if I die because I ought to die Or should I die if I die, Let mother earth be a cool room for the cadaver. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. A piece of cloth would do A drop of tears will I permit not, Not even from a dear. Though much of sorrow behind, Faces of sad shapes but happy minds may mourn camouflage; Alas, I am he who dies and gets born again, I am Kokumo the spirit of heavens. Once you leave that yard, I must but rise If I die, that I doubt 5 Behold I See a City A man indeed I am, Clothed with flesh and blood, That is liable, prone, open and nubile to sin And goes to sleep in the mud of atrocities I am no more than a "confused element". Like a whirlwind have I chosen to change! Direction of mine is for that narrow path A wide and ecstatic ending that begets no end I am of no pity for ash but weeping always, For if so ash will be scattered, Then what becomes of men who are mortals? I am highly choked by what''s to become of men! Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Two places just await men; Oh Zion, I look thee from underneath. Behold, I see men of glorious end Feet of royal men drumming on those gold-thread streets Martyrs of his faith who were lambs of his message Sits at the right hand of God! Of their glory is no end Of their joy, no stop. How I wish to be in the millennium years to come. There I hope to sit on His right side Directly under His feet, listening To His gentle immortal words. That Man of glorious heart. He who for no just cause Was killed, was raised and so won death and Hades. Men and women of mortality Listen! Listen! Listen! For us is a great delight To see one another in heaven. Be not scared of death, For even if we die today, I am of the belief that 6 Money Finder While I dozed off in sleep, The life of a mortal was held back Kept on notice with the gods. In this sleep Began another journey. This tale, Filled with moments of hard work My job was to break rocks. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. But imagine this, I get paid whenever I return to our mortal world. Did you just ask me how? Yes! 7 Once We Lived Father may not live anymore, But once we talked morals. Mother may be with the maids of heaven, But once we ate communal delights. Brother may have joined the fallen heroes, But once we played at the village square. Asake, my sister, may now belongs to Hades, But once we listened to moonlight tales. War might have killed all but one, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. 8 Motunde is Akudaaya Motunde, it is thirteen years now Since you''ve left me, your first love. All these years, you were dead. Dead you were, but for real? Motunde, Abeni said you traded in Kutuwenji Labake said you were married in Katangora. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Ah! Eemoo wolu, eemoo lukutupebe! But here we are, washing beside your grave... Dead you were, but for real? I have heard stories like this, An unexpired residue of life; Perhaps, that is why you refused dying. Whether dead or alive, your husband came, He came with your second-life children. One named Durosola and the other Omorotimi. Perhaps, they are unlike you, Abiku. Husband said you alighted at the junction, And directed him here, that you will join him. Yes Motunde! You have directed him, To see your six feet home. 9 Apocalypse In the beginning, Of the days of unrest and bloodshed, My eyes caught a vision of these words¡­ Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com www.webnovel.com for visiting. Deep sleep, Wide awake, Steady looking, Man standing, 10 Lords Song in a Strange Land @@ They once belonged to the household, Once enjoyed in the lord''s courtyard; A while ago, they were steadfast. But with a blink, blown off¡­ Toured to a strange land, Like, Demas to Thessalonica. Choosing the path of betrayers, Singing in a strange land the lord''s songs Of healing now mused into rhymes of hollowed regrets. Come back you who are astray! There is an open gate of grace, The merciful master stands at the gate, 11 Death is a Farce @@ Death, is understandable Can''t blame it on the sun, Neither can it be on the rain, Nor on the moon Death, is but the necessary end. All function for a reason, Each at its best in its season Before your delivery, Paulinus, This day had been set aside; Set aside for you, To end your mission here on earth. Perhaps, Set aside with all necessities, Of days, months and years; But finally, You''re delivered today; Death to you now is freedom. Death is inevitable, None has stopped it yet, Not even the medics And the prayer warriors, Death is the satire of man and ambitions. It comes and leaves with whoever it wants. Paulinus, Your absence is deeply felt. One of the biggest seats around the family table ____________________ Is empty. One of the chairs Is now filled with dust. We love you Paulinus, The battlefront misses you, I suppose the afterlife is good? 12 Dread the Yoruba Ghosts @@ Esu, Esu Odara, Esu Laalu ogiiri oko You who feed at the three-centred junction, Praise to you, Creature of deceit, For you poison lovers against each other. Ogun, Ogun Lakaaye, Iba fun Ogun. Ogun is Catholic, He is found all over in diverse forms, He is the general lord over all metals, He bathes not in the streams, Rather with human blood. Sango, Olufira Obak''oso, Ina loju, ina lenu, Sango, husband to Oya. Your majesty, A king like no other, You whom we thought hanged¡­ Brimstones of fire, Even your eyes are thunderous in gaze, Ela and all call you the undead King. We only make flames here on earth, 13 The Dead Wakes the Dead @@ Ifa agent of gods, Emissary of the gods, welcome We admit you were sent, Tales of divination reveal you as a messenger. To you once again we greet, "I am orisa, agent from Eledumare, Seeming abiku, reflecting ebora, gnome of the forest; I am but a messenger of war, to warn, Reflecting the ancient in the future, I am but a piece of mystics'' reflection." But we had long expected your coming, Before, we thought you had ceased, But Ifa Agbonmiregun, illumine us, Orisa, to what is your mission? "See dust claiming solidity. I cry warnings of war, From your mockery, reflection of vengeance is made. By your minds, Tears of mission are known." Orisa you have trampled upon our understanding; Our ears are given out in marriage to the deaf, "Then with you all are my dear words, As the shadow images of night, And as the stars of the blues, 14 To Hubert Ogunde @@ Teacher''s son turned Ifa consultant, Yes, church turned Ifa himself. Catechist as said then, Now as matured Orisa Envoy of our gods on earth, A donor from Ajagunmale. Ogunde, an African artiste, A naturally gap toothed gift to Yoruba race. Chants of ofo, ayajo, ogede and asan Were his ways of performing on stage. Christened Hubert Renamed Ogunde by a white admirer, Yet he defeated all, 15 Sango Duro, Dont Go Yet For Duro Ladipo @@ The small gods are dancing, Merrying in your abode. Oko-aran, you the spirit of dance, Putting back your rhythmic buttocks after the hands. Sango, the man with feet of bata, A drum laid open to palms Your dance is that of possessed occult. Those rhythms you dance are of fire I see a group of flesh dance, Brought to life by a drop of your sharpest semen. Okiti-ogan dance and wriggles her fleshy buttocks; Causing uproar and hiccups. Fire spittle forth and back, That''s the call of Olukoso. His dance consumes all, Duro, tall dark bearded man, Framed in strength and agility¡­ But I know Duro, 16 Community of Shed The earth, Is a community of shed. As man, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com www.webnovel.com for visiting. Mistakes are bound. But as god on earth, 17 For a Lost Lover @@ Can I ever let you go? To your feelings, you I owe. When my faith ceased, While God seemed pissed, Only you remained my faith. You found me, Your eyes shaped my hands, Together, We found freedom, Out of bondage of differences, We learnt to love ourselves only. In death, Will I ever forget you? Even in heaven, We might be the first couple, And if it is hell, Well, to hell with life as singles Your sound of moaning, As a cat''s mew, Soft, tender and passionate, Like the Biblical pomegranate. Cara Mia, 18 Dance in the Shrine @@ Young black women with glowing opaque skin, Rolling their flesh to the rhythm of Abami-Eda, Wearing beads of the gods and painted face, No sandal to defile the temple, The temple where the warming sound of Afro beat resides. The wind in the shrine has smoke written word on it, The priestesses on stage, ritual costumes, Intelligent African make-up, with no certificate required, Familiar looking breast also jumping in accord with the beat, And to the master priest himself, 19 World of Pity @@ I, the poetic son of Kongi, Who grew in the thorns of life And who has learnt to flee Lions that devour one''s dreams. In this world of pity, dwells animals, Trees and humans; but which one is real? We are all living at the shadow of truth. Even though there is a semblance of truth, In what we do and what happen to us. But, we only walk at the edge of truth, The world is at the edge of death, But as we know, civilization will be sceptical. People no longer see with their inner sight, They prefer walking with their empty sockets; Our days are numbered, we are the secret agents Of God, sent from the world beyond to come to This world and take possession of it. Then to pass through the bridge of death, to the Federal Republic of Jerusalem in heaven, to Deliver our diplomatic result of mission. But not 20 Abiku @@ I am he who is born, Dies, And is born again. I am joy And grief Rolled up in one. I am Abiku, The midget of bareness, And elder to still-birth; Even still-birth of latter years. Ghommid of wickedness, I reside on the circumference of banana leaves. A wanderer in the noon, Secured with itinerant demons in the hot sun. I am Abiku! I am homeless, A homeless wanderer in the noon! Feasting on women with deaf ears that walk in the noon, But when I am caught, I get marked-burnt body. Then, I am reduced to an outsider to the spirits. I cease to be narcissistic of my pride as Abiku, Becoming an object of mockery, I become banished as an Abiku 21 Sing Your Songs Forever More I bet you sing in rhymes Or in assonance of times; Keep up your nursery love, It will be some sweet sound puff; Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. 22 African Hibiscus Catalyna, my African hibiscus plant Cultivated in Kenya, My rare specie from the silicon village Daughter of a Colombian mother, Married to a Kenyan prince I am Kenyatta, an orphan, In Ethiopia, still an orphan, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. But fostered in Kinshasa Come, ride with a prince, Follow me by the corners of the night, Catalyna, relieve me of anxiety; A man is known by his spine And if you permit, You will hold my length. I am Kenyatta, an orphan, In Ethiopia, still an orphan, But fostered in Kinshasa Follow me Catalyna And we can know each other by bringing our spines together. Catalyna, I am a child yet, An African wild child. Yet I desire a noble specie. You are African, also an African Hibiscus. I am Kenyatta, an orphan, In Ethiopia, still an orphan, But fostered in Kinshasa I will write the sky to brighten my love, 23 For a Biafran Jewel Truly I am no different from the other But you shaped me like a porter You raised my eyes to yours in the night of mood, Though the day was crude; For only a saint could have conquered that hour, The hour of a woman''s power¡­ That it might come to past, So we glued our tongues to last. But what profit has it brought? We have actually been lost. But lost is it? Lost in lust? Infatuation governs my thought? Alas woman, you graced my existence with your elegance You brighten the night of my heart with your remembrance. That which is not of passing away but of craving and perspiration; Height of yours I know is an elevation, Which you have above all; beauty like more of goddess, I know you own like powers like a priestess, Offering prayers in the holy closet; You offer my body in congenial prayers; according to our precepts. You are the moon that is closed in my heart; Shining over the shadows of earth Love is the answer that made me a better man, And this I learnt at your heart step; its fate''s plan. This you prepared in the darkest hour of your heart; That, which I talk, is the kind expression of your heart. For in the past have I asked, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. That will she be there? So love had me masked That I thought, positivity will be the result, But negative prints stood on my injury like a salt. Like an orphan, you raised the dust of fear from my body. You became a soul in my body to make a whole somebody. Like a sweet lullaby, so are the rhythms of our memories, Our sole hours of silence have got many purposes. Those reasons I cannot depict, But I have no words of deceit. Sooth me, oh lady, like once forever, Be love''s soothsayer that I may continue to be clever. You, the bravest of all lights, Surviving heart''s plights; Never afraid of the night, I learnt you are. Every second and promise is for what you are and not who you are. When the storm arose against me, you faced it like it were for us, You championed me through like a warrior''s horse. Go on! 24 Looking at You at all Times Like a stream, You walked to me Like a river, You quenched my desert of nastiness. Can I touch that fine art now mortal? By your body, you sucked my desire. Every voice wants to speak through you. Beauty of art you are. Let me hold you and feel nature''s riches. Yet a promise: May I become of you; may I become you As the river runs through the fields underneath, So you run through my heart and eyes; like a passage, I wish to go through you, not once but always. My belle Senorita, the gem of love Let the others be children and we be like the moon and the stars. You are a source I believe in. It''s a while I have trusted one; So, betray me not; but you I admire, princess of beauty. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. 25 Request for another Head Let the gods shine smile on me The sky is a poet''s page, And I, the long waited writer. My hands fashion words, The tongue of the poet lingers to talk. Ajala, you moulder of heads, Mould me another head to this which I carry, It''s not your neck that will carry the load, Perhaps you should add more strength to my neck too. Oh, I forgot your speciality You only mould head not neck In the head I request of, Put lullaby and lyrics, So as to ease my sport for women Ajala, see me not as a ladies'' man. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. 26 Helens Collection You should see Helen''s footsteps, When her long fair legs move, The glorious hips does the dance! Helen, beautiful lady who is the dancer. Helen, only in time I knew you, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Both of us alone, with you time ceased; With us only, both in our cuddle, We remain eternal: we are immortal. With the dance of our ancestors, 27 Far Away It''s been a dream, To always cuddle But hurdles never I would have longed to be in you, The cupid''s arrow was stopped at its shot. Dearest love, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Where will you be? City, village or in thoughts? My heart desires us; But family custom forbids. Birthright forbids me with you, Being the gong of the throne disallows. To have you, is to hold the wind now. 28 Why Divorce? Let''s call a truce Shileola, The warm hug and the subtle kisses, Remember the evening love, Recite those stormy words of feelings you professed, Our holding of hands in the dark, The walk around the park and the garden in Sri Lanka What more? From the mall to the Church hall, Right from Church to our matrimonial settee, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. And from our home to our family clinic, Omoshalewa remember, From maternity bed to continuous celebration¡­ 29 African Storm Days, months, years, Then I knew everything was gone. From the moment you passed on, The rest of us were buried, But our past is much alive, So much alive, That only God fits in for me to be with Will I alone stand this cold? To me love is now old, Making my heart frail to love; To love another, Is now to murder our memories¡­ There is a storm in my heart, I wish you out of my way. Unbound this spell of love you have cast on me, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Heavy heart it is now In a world of love turf, Life without you is like a box of wind, Only to blow me off love I wish to stand up, To pick up another love, Not to fail again in love, But to do without your memory. In all, let me face my new love, I am no longer colonized, I am now a free African, 30 Love across the Stree Together in our eyes, There is a love bond, To be iced. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Like beggars on the street, At each balcony we meet Anxious of a distant love. Let go of parental fear, And this moment, Just a look will be a fair share. That vein of love, Connects us though our building, Has iced us into a real feeling¡­ Across the street, From your penthouse balcony, To my own uncompleted abode; 31 Love on the Rail Love is a rail, Upon which the heart runs Romance is its coal, Making the steam for love Lust is the chauffeur, Which moves the train Truth is its passenger, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. For no train moves without its passengers Patience is its guide, 32 Teenage Affair @@ I saw your fingers crossed, Your ankles knocked against the wall, Your eyes rolled at the sky, Something is lost I suppose. I''ll rather remain a prisoner, Than not to lift your garment I''ll rather remain a banished leper, Than not to suck from your virgin breasts. Will this night pass us Without exchange of blood? Or should I wake from this dream? 33 For Julia Roberts @@ There is a harlot Down Beverly Hills, Wearing a beautiful heart in a chariot And working all night with no pills, I love your films Julia Roberts. There is an actress In America, Hitting bums of success, 34 For the Girl on the Windowpane @@ Hello Mazal, Teach me how to speak love And how to approach love Show me how to show love Mazal. Hey boy, Get hold of her hands in the public, Treat her like a queen in public, But inside, Make to her sweet love, Such which lets out her tasty watery beast. Mazal, Let the sunrise brush your face, And its rays brighten your smile, Let me partake of your kisses, And a drum of your love. Sail with me, You captain of this love cruise, Together let''s fly home our desire. I will hold out my hand, And with it, I will hold out your breasts 35 Off that Love @@ Watch, Be careful of that, it''s delicate, Handle it with care, Be gentle with it, Hold it right, Put it tight, Softly caress it, Let it pass through you, Love it is, But it''s noisy. 36 Pool of Love @@ Your fire burns, Spreading all over Putting it out is a dream, A farce like staring The sun in the face. Getting into you woman, As an inmate of passion, Swimming along the coast, And to us, let love boast, The boast of no infidelity. Your heart, a furnace, A pool, yet it burns. I have fallen, stumbled perhaps Into a smokey future. 37 Pool of Love @@ Your fire burns, Spreading all over Putting it out is a dream, A farce like staring The sun in the face. Getting into you woman, As an inmate of passion, Swimming along the coast, And to us, let love boast, The boast of no infidelity. Your heart, a furnace, A pool, yet it burns. I have fallen, stumbled perhaps Into a smokey future. Here we are in Eden, 38 That Tall Dark Kachi @@ Nubia''s daughters are elegant Some dark and slim; they''re beauty''s pregnancy Holding treasures of womanhood, They''re located in the heart of communal hood. Hanging around another pride in the hood Talking away suitors with nature''s plot Like a parrot. I must speak of an eye catching, A mermaid of Osun''s beauty True beautiful Ashanti''s daughter, 39 From your Open Admirer @@ Like the crawling steps of a carnivore, I crept to an ocean of your feelings Expressing the hymns of love to my ears of hope I heard the African man wave the flag, Flagging open an ended love bride. The tempo moves my spirit, That tempo is that which your beauty hammers; One which your heart gives And that which your habit carries along I am an admirer... I, who yearn for true love, Trapped by many moon light; Have found love at your place of sunrise; So as love to love, Princess, an admirer is entangled. What about me? Dance to my song of woo Tap your feet in my rhythm of lust And be lost in my throb of sacred African woo¡­ I shall keep the treasure between your thighs. Under the easy lateness of the day, There we knew of our wondering hearts Your love travelled miles Perhaps thousands of miles like mine, for us. ____________________ Then you said to me, Our love is a metaphor of our desire. 40 I Am that Fellow @@ Since God is God, Let him play with me, So that I may always be full of joy Since God is God, Let him toy with me, So that I may always be fun to be with Since God is God, Let him toss me round, So that I may travel round the world Since God is God, Let him kiss my head, So that I may be wiser Since God is God, Let him bath me, So that I may be of good character Since God is God, Let him carry me, So that I may know no fear Since God is God, Let him teach me, So that I may teach teachers Since God is God, Let him smile on me, So that I may donate to charity Since God is God, Let him hug me, So that no pin of attack may touch me Since God is God, Let him remove from me a rib, 41 Wuraola, Omo Tinuola @@ You, daughter of Iyalode A gem amongst the beauties, Light skinned like the evening painting of the firmament But you have a "but". Your mother is Iyalode. Not that it is an offence to be an Iyalode But she gate-crashes every party As she packs Amala into her head-gear And tying soup at the edge of her wrapper, Not also forgetting to put the meat in between her breasts. From one party to another, Flying the same three pieces of Iro and Buba round the town, Slapping the sole face of the town round the clock All parties are known to be a store of only you. I love you Wuraola but marrying you? 42 Yours Faithfully For Fela Anikulapo Kuti and Bob Marley In weed we trust, Colonials called it weed, Imperials named it marijuana, To locals, it was just another plant. Time of breathing in and out, A kettle whistles of ash smoke, Puffing off the worries of the day. Smoked, boiled, cooked, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. All inhaled for a digestive purpose; A brother is cannabis, A sister too, that relaxes an overworked mind. Its touches and flows, Opening the mind to great soliloquy, If well put into use, Nothing is more pretentious than its fear. Yours Faithfully, Cannabis Sativa, 43 Im a Feminis My greed for them, Maybe that''s why my flesh will never cease to prickle My love to have them around, Maybe that''s why I desire lots of their bodies I am a proud feminist, Maybe that''s why my smell favours my passion A good feminist I am, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Maybe that''s why I married so many But also an intelligent feminist, Maybe that''s why I gave birth to none Nonetheless a careful feminist, 44 Love Portion How did my arms leave you to the cold? Why? Or are you no longer the first in me? Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. And when did I sentence you to other arms? Is this not the work of Lola, daughter of Alagbo? 45 To my Dutiful Maid You know I will always remember you Are you not Lavinia, daughter of Katherine? You, the pretty maid of one of my inherited chambers Come into my inner chamber There I have a pouncing exercise for you. You look really tough, though. Bend a little, Rest your mind on my couched table, Push forward a little the left leg over the other Such humming of yours I like. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Tell no one you''ve got a good voice. Will you another day of morrow come? I bet you would. For not you knew how you are. I appreciate the cool hands and lavish expertise you have, 46 At Drama Tapping steps of the fugitive citizens, Crowned by the leader of female tutor, Student doing what is said Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Ladies and men of fertility in sweat 47 Roses of Saint Susan Susan, let the gods give me what to say For in you lies my fortune of words. By your laugh and bitterness do I unite Slide my heart with your kiss and, Kill my heart only to be born in you. Blind my eyes that no other Susan shall look A beauty''s saint as you; Touch my lips and hold my tongue to yourself, That no other woman shall kiss For if golden Venus and others was you, Yet I will refuse to be into them. Dreams are like storm of love For in reality dreams are storms, Ragging and bragging but with little time. But shall I compare your love; Like ragging storm and Whitsun, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Oh Susan, words of a poet are not good enough. Not good enough to talk this moment of life. (To task this moment) The council of gods meet me with a fortune, Finally, I was told the magical gem to please you. But I, an African man and you an English Scottish, Shall an African man kneel to propose to you in public? Or, shall an African man engage an English lady By virtue of ring and paper? 48 Cha Hello Vivian, Please teach me to love, Tickle my imaginations, Show me why everyman wants you. Kofi listen, and you Amara also; Hold Amara dearly in public, Treat her as a queen when she is outside. But inside, mould her and teach her love, Such love that surpasses a quick feeling, A sweet love that let out Her tasty beautiful watery breasts. Amara, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Sail with me, Become the captain of this love cruise, Together, let''s wade through this stormy love. 49 Tale of Our Road Map In the edge of time must I address _ I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap From the excerpts of our agony''s cup, must I account our taste of time, I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap. As a voyage it all began: On a road of vagueness we headed towards Evolution, towards bartered mirror for territory Our ancestors were conned to slavery. In the edge of time must I address_ I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. A black monkey turned white begins to suffer his own people Encroached in the silhouette of a webbed deceit of long nosed Yes! Trading and bargaining on men like items of industry. He is called Ajele! From the excerpts of our agony''s cup must I account our taste of time, I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap. Boys and girls are seized from sucks They become sucks of chains Lined up like fishes in a can Carried off to the plantation now called Caribbean! In the edge of time must I address_ I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap. 50 Johannesburg A city on a hill, where I was not born Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. 51 Born with no Record Catch me mother Sheba, Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Stretch your help, Place your glory on his feet again, Mother Sheba, queen of Africa. Father, on my way from the farm of hospitality Came a visitor with disguised conviviality. In his hands, book of salvation, In mine was a fertile land of culture. But as we knelt in trust of prayer, Our destinies were switched. Mother Sheba, look after Egypt your first son, And Libya my brother, injured again in 2011; Help Kenya and Sudan my cousins Forget not Nigeria your giant son, 52 Butchered In 1885 Africa was raped, She''s been maimed. Africa was robbed, Her effort to resurrect, foiled. Africa was shared, Her potency castrated. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Africa was sold, Bought by imperialism and its evil hold. Ah, 53 Spirit of the Masses @@ We would have loved to write our achievements, Only if the government had not been cheating us; We would have praised our little selves, Only if there had been no internal neo-colonialism; We would have gone round the world, To sing the song of our little giant; Only if those stealing off our sweats, Are not still walking freely in the country; We would have made a world record Of nationalistic songs for Nigeria, Only if the land is not being shared and reaped By the none-working few, Who pass the baton of corruption on to their children; I would have done all these, Only if I were to be having 54 Fitila Procession @@ I am Betiku, Son of Famurewa Last of his kind... After long years of travel, About our return they marvel. After long years in chains (Now in freedom) still in pains. Our capture is our agony! Too long have we been in this thraldom, That we can''t join the Fitila procession of our source, Our black heritage has become a loss. Our capture is our agony! We must narrate our stories, Though a tale that begs blackout it is; Like a terminal disease, We were treated to slavery of debt. Our capture is our agony! We must praise those memories I Betiku, last generation will tell my memories. Caught and chained, my lips are a gate. Blood rushed and gushed, waiting on fate. Our capture is our agony! While some of us died on the plantation, Some liberated and with them came a nation On the Caribbean though, we are from Bekuta. ____________________ But an old woman said we are from Abeokuta. Our capture is our agony! Today we are back, But back to cultural lack, Now Jamaicans, 55 Rise Once Again Men of War @@ We celebrate our death in unity, Blood turn wine for the spirits of triumph But we are immortal, By the chains lowered from heaven, I shall return to this earth. Ajagunmale! When Beyioku came to Eba''odan, Battalions came along, Igbo''ipara knew victories; Beyioku left Ibadan, For the world beyond to continue his trade Beyioku¡­ There is an unknown statue at Beere: A man of war with pigeon on his left shoulder, He sacrificed seven virgin boys (They were his) All in a day for the sake of victory for Ibadan Oderinlo... Kiriji war! Heads divorced necks and rolled on the ground, Barren women thanked Ori for their fate. See intestines ripped open by just one man''s sword: Ibikunle! Eru-je-je¡­ Erujeje, fear that fears fear, Fear that paralyzes, Such is his presence at war! Who could defeat Ibadan when His army was Ibadan''s pride. Sadly, his death took along with him, Ibadan''s era of war renown¡­ Ogunmola! Ile-Oosa that became Ilesha Had a man of valour, 56 Dead Poe @@ I. There is a flame Out in the sky Look! The sky is burning. The roads from heaven seem damaged, The muse of a poet is asleep. II. Not even a sleep of two Would awake a poet''s muse, Not even religion or morals. But the roads to hell can, 57 Biafran Capital @@ From Ore road to Onitsha, Down to the Onitsha bridge, To the coal city of Enugu, Come and see. From the New market, To Old park, Right in the heart of Enugu, Come and see. Standing alone, No father or brother to lean on, See the trial of serving a country. No shelter for a patriot in his home country. Come and see, Countrymen come and see, The suffering of a Corp member More agonizing than the war that bore the scheme. For our brutality began ever since, Ever since we were born into this country¡­ After years of study, Alas! Kelvin fell due to brutal training at the camp. "You must never speak ill of this scheme, But you must stand up for your country" Somebody is fooling someone or himself, This scheme has brought us to a place of questions. Come and see, To learn patriotism isn''t it? Yet government workers are the most patriotic: Sleep, gist, work a little, and salary is earned. On the bus back home in the west 58 The Nation in the Dark @@ I. From Mungo Park''s canoe, Over the river of Niger, Down to Flora Shaw''s orgasm That named Nigeria, All is a distorted history. From the Royal Niger Company, To amalgamation, Down to independence That sired our troubles, All is a misnomer. II. From our first Republic, To the 1966 troubles, Down to the failed military revolution, That tinctured our regions With the cold breath of war. From the young guerrilla soldiers, To the night of bloodshed, Down to the Igbo massacre That birthed the civil war, All is the handiwork of colonialism. III. From our deep history of glory, To our days of fallen brothers, Down to our neglected days, 59 Typical Onitsha Trader @@ At Mile 2 bus-stop, Inside a mini-bus, Heading to Cotonou. Customs on the highway, With guns and fiery fury, Collecting naira notes with smiles, And with a pro-back turned palm. Trekking across the Seme border, With or without your papers, You or your load might be declared illegal, But with money, you become the king of the border. After days at seashore, 60 Call Your Sons, Ogoni @@ Droplets of sweat, Clouds of wisdom, What of amnesty? No, says kangaroo court! For us it''s a long night of persecution. Let the drumbeats of your heroes sound, Your enemies smitten by your chants Ogoni, land of the minority, Yet provide for the majority; 61 The Prince with Goblet of Fire @@ The town is at war, First with itself. They proclaim the prophesy of the gods. Orisa, you the oracle from above, Your word says that Adeoye will be prince, But his people must first die by their own hands, Only then will he become a king. Adeoye, you are to lead that war, I mean that war in your town, Against yourself, 62 Manifest Your Manifesto @@ Today they start another journey, A route of new time Creating a new phase for the people Arranging their identity Telling us a criterion such as never believed. Who will tell us that they are real? Tell me that our ears have not been sweetened, How soon shall our season come? When shall our time be declared known for good? Bless our thumbs oh Lord! Atone our hearts for that is right. Let our queues not be in vain God is our shepherd our votes shall not be found wanting, We lie in dry hays of underdevelopment Let God make us, once again in our green pasture develop Our leaders we pray to lead us to quiet water of development For now, we walk through the valley of setback; maybe death We fear not though, but hope for revolutionary change; God, we are tempted to resolve to anarchy But deliver us from exile as of old. 63 God Na Beans? For the Naira @@ "Broda, abeg help me today, Follow gimme "Beta Life" note, Make I put sometin for belle today." "Hmm! Why? You no get work or family ni?" "Broseeh, no papa to shelter me, Mama no dey wey fit put food for my belle; In fact, work no dey join. Abeg, sumtin make I chop; You no sey if I go steal, You go dey part of people who go burn me." "Eeh! Look at you boy, Money no dey here joh, Go! Go! God go help you boy" "Will God come down to give me a note? Abi God go cook, throway food from heaven? Abeg, go with your money joh; God na beans? 64 The Jailers Lamentation This time next season, You will be out of our prison. Life becomes your own, You have to fight not to be called a clown. It will start very harsh, Do not look for a way to dash. Live in that harsh zone, It is a zonal suffering of selfishness. Carry on, your experience here, Use it to survive there. They are branded the banner of United Nations, United truly is some occupying other nations. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Who will answer our questions, All with our hidden revolting intention? Our souls linger for truth as desired, But our country doom they dished. Prisoner, you think I love this gaol job? I''m in gaol myself, stricken with the grief of Job. A uniform on you, Same here, except the rod of law; for me and you. Do not think of me as drunk, For saying all these or as a result of crank. My wife laments. Her bosoms in the arms of another, Now, she in turn, issues the order. My wife, a proud owner of good income, And I, Jailer, humble owner of poverty I become. Prisoner, do you take anger out of my words? Do wicked ones outside not lord it over us? My sons laments of hunger, Truly hunger stimulates anger¡ª we are all asunder. So prisoner, now you see yours is a better situation, Mine is well written for this occasion. The radio, have you listened to it recently? Oh! I forgot you are a jailed fellow presently. They said no more fuel subsidy, Ha! There has been no true magomago called subsidy. You''re no more like a one eyed man, Life has got you a negative ban (in it barn). Did I tell you what befell my son''s education? He''s now a proud Motorist, touring frustration. They say IMF find Our economy bitterly stunned. Prisoner, they say, you''re an activist. Some deemed you a utopian activist. Prisoner, did you really fight that oil subsidy? And all you got was jeopardy? Conscience pricks me now, Perhaps, it can be Englishly called a noun. You were never with sorrow, You said tomorrow will always be tomorrow. I see now that you were wrongly jailed. Not sentenced as proclaimed. Years will come, Yet our ends most come. Guide your life from your years in prison, Lest you be tried once again for treason. Prisoner! No! Brother. A brother you are now! Life out there is but conscience drowned. I, jailer, one who cater for the criers, I hope my words will get true buyers. Brother life become your own, Now, reality bears you alone; As that of the olive tree symbol, It is a trick to deceive like the bomb. 65 African Tale of Holy Bible @@ There was this day, The day of the Lord. There was this reign, The reign of the gods. There was this war, The war of the angels. There was this likeness, The image of the lamb. There was this death, The salvation of man. There was this tenure, The tenure of anti-Christ. There was this gospel, The gospel of Christ. There will be this Jerusalem,