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!!!

 

SERIES 1 of WURAOLA

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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

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