PoetSolo's Series

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BADGES OF HONOUR

Where is our honour,
Where are the badges of honour of our great nation,
And the honor of we individually.

I can say;
Nigeria lost its edge because it lost its way.
We forget what we here for.

We talked about freedom and democracy
But we practised license  and anarchy.
Where there is no purpose,
There is no self-control,no moral conviction and no ethical boundaries.
Where is our honour?

Nigeria revive your honour,
The badges of honour.

The world needs you and the purpose for which you were born,formed,established,
Your birth is the evidence that your purpose is necessary to the world.

Let's work,unite together to restore our badged of honour.

Nigeria is the way it is 
because of why it is 
You are designed for your purpose
You are perfect for your purpose.


                            -Oluwabukunmi Solomon
                                     (Poetsolo)

Olasumbo Ajibola's Series

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*The call* 

 _24th March,1985_ 
 _10:30am_ 
 _All saints Chapel_ 
 _Ibadan_ 

We were all dressed in sparkling black,
Awaiting the commencement of the service.
Our heads  bowed in utmost reverence.
Mouths weeping,eyes screaming .
And our lacrimal glands dried like rivers licked up by an angry sun.


We mourned the deceased,
Thought about everything we shared that  evolved into memories
And nothing told us we will meet him again.


At the cemetery
 Tears bursted again and our faces almost rusted of wild weeps.
A shout from here,a noise from there
I stood still,trying to be a strong man
But my conscience never denied me of few tear drops.

I saw the vanity of life.
I saw how great men become "late" after their last breath
I realised honours and riches are mere fantasies that take us nowhere near the boundaries of heaven.
We sang hymns  again,mournfully but tunefully.
From dust to dust.
Oh death! an halt that reduces all to little aughts.

 The thoughts of heaven encompassed my mind.
 *Would I be called to rise in Paradise?* 
Or would I be summoned to pay for my ills and misdeeds.
They say life is an infinity of struggles
But one day,death will converge my struggles to an eternal rest
Just like it did to my dear friend that just departed this sinful world.
What will be said of me when I am gone?


 *When I close my eyes and open it at the throne of judgement,* 
 *What will be my portion* ?


 _Olasumbo Ajibola_

Alberto's Series

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RÒGBÒDÌYÀN

They didn't just trample on the name, Òlúbádàn!
They came to our school
and started to do like fool.

Hence, they awoke the fierce of Armageddon! 

The day came like all anticipated,
even the sky carried our label.
Pfuuuh Pfuuuh!
The game of samba started.

Òogbórí began to get pissed at the 2nd goal,
the dribble before the goal,
was what made the field blow. 

By the time it got to 5-0,
boys' joy was down to zero.

Our plan was to burst the ball. 
But, boom! a boy hit the ball.
And that didn't stop until it went above the wall.

Then, the rains of gathered stones. 
Many casualties were recovered with broken bones.

Adèkílẹ̀'s boys didn't get goodwill,
they entered our boys without chill.

One thing Òogbórí warned the boys about.
He said troubles would only bring itself about.
Although he still nurtures the trouble.
He was seen plotting wars on his table.

But, he insists no war brings peace.
It is either it leaves the village scattered in piece.
Or it causes the roof to mourn a piece.

In pure love,
all could be resolved.

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ÀLÁNÍ FÀKÁ FÌKÍ.

You said you like not girls, 
except those endowed with big breast.
Your radar of Wi-Fi is really so hot.
Its amazing it automatically connects any hot-spot.

On the day you walked with Salewa, 
we heard the night chastised her with your manpower.
Kelechi, Khadija, Ibádílọ̀lá, Beatrice, Bankẹ́ , Lábákẹ́, 
80% of our jewels are all within your benefited bracket.

They say ladies are flowers, 
Our village is a known garden;
like the gold, to ivory Coast, 
like a goal to a Keeper on goalpost... 

You are like Lionnel Messi, 
Steady-steady!
you feast on our trophies without mercy.
Steady-steady!
You are like Arabian Traders;
Steady-steady!
you exploit our wealth with few rababas.
Just like an angry Harmattan, 
Steady-steady!
you remorselessly roast our roses without frying-pan.

Your vigil is dominated by melodies of "Oh Jeez!" 
Your true religion is only holy around fine cheeks.
Boys in The Association of fine-boy's, 
aren't really mad about this.
But it is this your silly case, 
that has been disturbing their craze.
So before it turns to a serious case, 
they said I should ask you; 
"Hope no be sey you dey craze?"

✍️Alberto_Okuti.

GBEGE! PALAVA! KASALA!

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GBEGE !!!

 

This disaster is coming, it is cunning,

outrunning our hope, hope is burning,

the nation is up for auctioning; I'm running.

 

Youths are abandoning, like it's auditioning,

awakening ones, smitten! truth is deafening,

Nigeria is disheartening, hope is darkening.

 

Revolution is gathering; war is frightening,

growth is daily leaving, joy is daily orphaning,

return to nature's partitioning, I'm reasoning!

 

 

PALAVA !!!

 

Oh boy, take chair make you sit for this seat,

the backseat don tear oooo tey tey,

since 1966, but 2time King mend am for 1976, for hin first reign.

as per say the needle no too strong, na so,

na so the needle break. 

 

You be millennia pikin oooo, so you no get 

solid back for that seat so; unfortunately,

the leather on top that shikini seat too don rough; Dem wey use am before no consider you millennia oooo!

 

Millennia, you for no even meet this seat,

but your two ancestors, Decree and Democracy; two of Dem no consider you!

Na so so chop chop, and self center Dem do.

Sorry say, your distant cousins, corruption and bribery, na Dem only your two ancestors like.

 

Your paternal uncle, nepotism, 

and your maternal aunt, tribalism,

na Dem still dey sidon for the better seat Oh!

Oh your seat no even get better leg, hahaha!

Yet, you talk say you be future of tomorrow,

 

Millennia, you no be orphan oooo,

you get Papa and Mama; but where Dem?

Your papa, truth, and mama, justice,

na your neighbors, imperialism and colonization perff Dem since 1914 oooo.

 

Now, as I don yarn you how this your seat take empty and tear-tear for yansh, waka,

go meet your guardian, Awakening and his brother Revolution, na Dem fit help you oooo.

 

KASALA !!!

 

How will that man feed? Man's household,

a man is only a man when his house is fed.

 

When will she be free? A woman's body,

a woman is made up of consciousness, soul.

 

What will that youth bank on? Youth's future,

a youth is everything about a nation's future.

 

FESTIVAL OF THE BLOOD

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The merriment is finished,

many toes that walked here, are gone.

The anthill festival is destroyed,

crumbled by the hands of the Chiefs, the patriachs.

 

No god should go into oblivion,

yes! but that is a god that does not discriminate.

Our Chiefs wanted only a male on the throne,

and now, there is no male virgin to ascend the seat.

 

Mysogynists here and there,

feminists there and here,

nothing like Africans loving one another,

we are the original image molded on the 7th.

 

No man or woman is destined to rule forever,

not even the ones with the bloodline of Annunaki,

or those from the world of Orion will rule mortality forever,

but with love and perseverance shall we be free from our demons.

 

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