SERIES II of WURAOLA

by

SERIES II OF WURAOLA

 

Ah! Wuraola is engaged,

the Lagos boy snatched her,

she’s snatched away like a bag at Oshodi,

he says he owns VI,

and about buying a rolls-Royce,

says he will show Wuraola Lagos,

 

I cried, and warned,

yet I’m labeled enemy of progress,

Wuraola after waiting for two months,

discovered she’s been defrauded.

not just the long time preserved virginity,

along the catered goods include,

our relationship of 7 years.

 

Now she returns to Mokola,

roaming the overhead bridge,

Only to discover I’m no longer there,

with a bike as usual,

as she turned left to wipe off her sweats,

behold, she sees me highlighting,

with a big smile, from a new SUV,

I now stay at Oluyole Estate,

IBADAN BOYS ARE LOYAL!!!

 

SERIES 1 of WURAOLA

by

SERIES I

OF

WURAOLA.

 

I am yours Wuraola,

the wind is strong,

yes, our storm is in rage,

the wind is like that of Katrina,

but we are not in Virginia or Miami,

this is Ibadan, ni ile Oluyole,

where love battles all to survive.

 

Let me take you on a trip Wuraola,

not to Dubia or Sri Lanka,

but to Agodi Resorts at Mokola,

where you'll see the beautiful hills,

hills where Premier Hotel sits,

same hills where faithfuls go.

 

Wuraola, I want to take you around,

around my city Ibadan.

Come with me to the brown roofs here,

underneath sits, a god, Oke'badan.

these brown roofs gave birth,

to those you see driving exotic cars.

Manage the bike with me today,

tomorrow, we shall visit in our SUV.

 

ENOCH OJOTISA

www.akewiartshouse.com 

RIVER OF LOVE

by

RIVER OF LOVE

 

From the river of love

Adisa wants a bowl

as the keeper of town,

day and night he strolled.

 

From the river of love,

Ajike wants a drum,

as the beater of beads,

she rolled her waist in dispair.

 

Adisa keeps the town,

at night seeks the bowl,

Ajike runs home,

to this flowing love, with heavy current.

 

Like a fetcher, Ajike fetches,

Adisa stared too, like a beggar,

at Ajike's rows of beads,

which kept running with Adisa's eyes.

 

Ajike is blind, to see genuine love,

Aladisa is deaf, to ear love beckoning,

his bowl is shaking,

leaking unknowingly, is Ajike's drum.

 

The sting of a Bee hurts

yet sweetness comes from Bees,

so is this love like a Bee's sting,

love between Adisa and Ajike.

THE RIPPER

by

THE RIPPER

 

I had a dream,

dream wished to be fulfilled.

 

A vision is here,

such as to make manifest.

 

I made a call of change,

people united to this struggle.

 

Better economy,

struggle for a saner country.

 

Dunghill of atrocities,

at our helms of affairs.

 

Revolutionary cleaning began,

tidying up corrupt leaders here and there.

 

Now, set, 2015,

to begin to enjoy our little sanitation.

 

Unknown, I had employed the service of a ripper,

who secretly brought corruption, and polluted us.

 

Ushering disunity and hatred,

the struggle for no-one but everyone is halted.

 

Now I must trek alone to 2019's polling boot,

who do I vote for, who will save Nigeria?

THE RAINBOW, MY LAST COIN

by

...

so they say, "that not all that glitter is gold",

but you, Africa, is as a precious stone

formed in the heart of the goldsmith's heat;

for it is my job, to shapen you as love's goldsmith.

 

And so I pray thee, that I must shape yea,

Africa, thy heart, must I reform, into ALUMONI*

twinkle of a star represents nature's beauty,

but Africa's sunset depicts God's smile to mankind.

 

Oh Africa, come, sit upon my thigh,

let your early morning sun warm my heart,

and your scorching sun, charge my melanin,

a question I must ask you my love.

 

Have you ever seen God smile?

I have, on several occasions, during the rainfall,

the rainfall at the new moon's festival,

God's smile is made up of several colours you know?

 

Rainbow! Rainbow! Oh beautiful Rainbow!

Osumare! Upinde wa mvua! arc en ciel!

Yoruba, Kiswahili and French,

your three smitten political fingers*

 

Africa my love,

Rianbow is God's bright smile,

and I offer to you this gift of love of rainbow,

from the Nile down to the Zambezi river,

 

Come my love,

accept me into you with my burnt tongue of neo-colonialism,

do not hesitate to forgive my slightest mistake of second slavery,

Mauritania is not free yet of slavery, only accept this rainbow of love.

 

Africa, my heart, my queen,

my melanin brothers and sisters are still oppressed by fallen sons of God,

pity me this time again; and accept my last coin of nature's gift,

let the rainbow be our bond of hope for repossession of Africa's stolen glory.

 

WRITTEN BY: ENOCH OJOTISA

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*alumoni in Yoruba language means MINERAL RESOURCES.

*Osumare in Yoruba language means RAINBOW; in deeper context, it also means, GOD who is skilled in design and organizing with supernatural amusement.

Upinde wa mvua in Kiswahili means RAINBOW.

arc en ciel in French means RAINBOW; the reason why FRENCH is used in this context as African language is because of the political Negritiude years of our French speaking African nations.

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