WE ARE AND WE HAVE BEEN HERE

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WE ARE AND WE HAVE BEEN HERE•

Do you know of the first civilisation?
You should seek knowledge,
we've been here long ago,
when the eyes were at the knees.

All humans existed,
until the homeless spirits of heavens came,
and bore a race.
We are the original humans.

The faith of the cross and of the moon,
two most influential faiths of all,
both came from us.
Messiah came from us, and to us.
Look, the prophet too was one of us, not like they have painted him now.

We were first created,
we fell, we became lost to our creator,
he cried, for he knew we lost our glory.
Then came the wages of our fall,
torture, persecution, rape, slavery, colonialism, deaths, absurd laws, corruption, imperialism, oppression, greed,
money over health, immorality and lots.

In America and its corners,
that last race owes Africa 40acres,
somewhere in Europe,
you owe Africa billions of your wealth,
Oh! In Australia I remember,
you owe Africa an Aboriginal homeland,
In Asia, everywhere,
Africa is owed.
Even in Africa, the oppressor is owing big.

But know for sure,
Africa has children all over,
Now her Children demand a payback.
Not just in cash, but a return of Africa's stolen wealth and treasures in your land.

Rise Africa,
your children will return you home.
Not the whitened Egypt or xenophobic South; weeds amidst plants.
I mean your real children,
Africans with Africa in them will ship you home, mama, oh mother Africa!
I will speak of you Africa, oh Africa!


ENOCH A. OJOTISA 
LL.B Hons (Ife), BL, LLM (GCD)
CEO, AKEWI ARTS HOUSE

CALL TO NEGROPEANS

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CALL TO NEGROPEANS*

When shall the ones in diaspora return ?
I ask when shall they set foot upon our soil again?

When shall the sun from Kumasi no longer scare our brothers 
from their sunset of police Brutality?

When shall Trevor Martins leave America 
for Lagos or Accra or Freetown?
 Don't wait till another young blood is spilled.

Africa is home,
come back home,
though not as deceitfully beautiful 
as the shining metal of death pleading self defence;
yet, it can be as beautiful as the words of Marcus Garvey, 
surely as real as the honourable blood sacrifice of Malcom X.

When are we going to claim the Nile as ours?
When shall the princes of the North accept who they are?
When shall the nation at the feet of Africa sow its torn xenophobic clothes?

Africa,
I sprout forth from thee,
yet you are a seed planted in me,
growing always with me,
I am from Africa,
for I'm first a Man labelled, Blackman.

By: ENOCH OJOTISA

SERIES IV of WURAOLA

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SERIES IV OF WURAOLA

 

Tell her, Begiola is lonely,

now I’m at loss,

Ibadan born never shows fear,

but here I am, shivering,

once again I’m betrayed,

even with my SUV and status,

my heart is broken.

 

Who can bring me back Wuraola?

is there any Knight in Ibadan,

that can rescue my beloved?

How many sacrificial items,

will it take Egungun Alapansanpa,

to return Wuraola to my arms now?

 

Ah! Luke 6:24,

will riches be my consolation now?

Oh No! Ori, take your riches,

and find me Wuraola again.

she’s stolen from me, my love is stolen,

snatched away by the cold hands of death,

just when I waved at her across the road,

Gbegilodo, agent of death, hit her!

SERIES III of WURAOLA

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SERIES III OF WURAOLA

 

Wuraola, it is not your fault that you left,

that you sought after greener pasture,

and left my Paul for Thessalonica,

I won’t blame your guts my love,

who prays to love in poverty,

and romance in abject lack of wealth?

 

A man is a man,

so our said,

while I ran errands for riches,

and beckoned the call for wealth,

there, doubts approached you.

I know my woman’s strength,

Like Romans 8:35, my love for you,

can’t be separated by any disappointment.

 

Wuraola, like I said in the past,

love knows no hurt,

love sees no pain and records no crime,

true love measures not with vengeance,

love sees only what it desires to see as love,

I am Begiola, my arms are open for you,

Wuraola, when shall I meet your father?

 

SERIES II of WURAOLA

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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!!!

 

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