My Poetry Diary

A death again on the Oba street, The town crier has announced its coming; A Kinsmen again has traversed the pit Another meek and lowly mourning, A home from home has been thy abode, Thy square is for merriment adorned by ladies, A shelter thou for the young, stray and old Now thy silhouette is like a shadow of the hades Oba street- the sacred place of refuge, The shibboleth has taken over thy town, The indigene opened their doors before the deluge; They accepted the beast that kills at dawn, But a pact to only come for the commoners, They sit their gods at the square we adored, They forgot we built with the forerunners, Thy once peaceful abode had lost its accord, We toiled this land with thy ancestors, Our fathers only sojourned here at thine plea, Thy prosperity came from our investors, Why now subjecting us to be killed? Why uprooting our trees from their roots?, Our gods are not human eaters or a demon, Nor like those visitors that suck

Goddess of the south, I awoke in thy crystal cave, Thou the most delicate, no doubt Am afraid, now am closer to grave; Who took me here?; Fate has cheated again, Am now trapped in thy lair, Goodwill I have none to bargain, I recollect twenty hearts I broke, Their tears has awoken Nwabugo, Here come her spear with smoke, Yet I marvel at her beauty and ego If in another realm, a place from here My hands will pass thy drapery dress, To unravel thy curvaceous pearl, And wantonly nestled within thy nest Nwabugo, thy fire is soothing, But only for the mild and sane, Thy touch is tough but smoothing, Like moth I will stick to thy flames, What would my punishment be? Pardon and be soft like fluff, Others has never survived thy decree, Especially those lawless and rough Thy blazing spear appears, Like an heated ambigram of thy name, It pierced my skin off unfamiliar affairs Drained off, drained of all blames, Nwabugo goddess of the

A toast to gaffystone, The husband like a strength of Lion, Thy voice like the note of saxophone, Wantonly with thy touch I fly to Zion, Thou with thy sparkles ignited my ion; The lion of my tribe I hail thee, An Odubote warrior of decent breed, A jewel thou made only for thy eye to see; Thou enthroned and planted in me thy seed.. With gladness I took it and for more I plead; O’ Gaffy I lean on thy sceptre, Ogolicious Ogo the tamer of the tempest, Thou that break lose all holds and fetters, Gleefully with thy fingers, thou the bestest.. Am very glad to be thy empress. Olorunleke thou a sunlight to Agbeke world, Thou a sage with ethereal brilliancy that’s rare.. For thy creation, I praise the mighty God, I appreciate thy resiliency and care; Always glad to have you here and near. (Poem: “A Toast to gaffy” by Agbeke)

I will swallow thee like my favourite pill, Your presence in me blossoms so real, I will keep you there in my round tower; As long as I have you within my power; So drop your heart at my footstep, I will watch over it till sunset But at dawn the beauty can once again sleep Until dusk again I will wantonly take the deep Let me swim through thy endless sea, I wont gas out until I have that deal, Where we can twine like butterfly and lily, With my fingers in thy locks  What again can I do to pin you down? Wantonly I want thee forever and now; Thy fire has consumed deep down my spine, Let me burn till I made you mine. Between dawn and dusk is you, Each day you blossom anew, For now I will watch you sleep; Till dusk again to ecstasy we leap Poem: “Dawn and Dusk” by Olorunleke Odubote

Silence ! O’ thou is beautiful at sight, Thy beauty is like the stillness of the night I immersed deeply in thy solitude, To the soundless, I become thy servitude; Thy beauty is as intoxicating as the old, So hot and saving from the cold, Let thy unseen hands atone my wrestling mind, To drink from thy lost well of its kind; So my mortality can find peace; Within turbulence and noise, a bliss. Silence ! Let thy warm arms give me fortitude; Unlike the dark, thou is of rectitude; Thy beauty is like a virgin of my imodi town, That captivate my clansmen in her flowery gown, Hide me in thy cave of beauty; From the noises and those of cruelty, Within thy shade I can see even when blind; Though it stings, wantonly glad we twined, Will thou be forever as you wish ? Thy free will to be as thou please; Silence ! Within thy lair my deepest thoughts unfold, Thou unlock those sacred stories untold, Which walks like ink on my parchment pages

The dawn of thy nightmare beckons, Thy Children has given up to be sold; They said our Èdé Yórùba is archaic and old; I wont dare betray my tongue for a second. The learned said thou is for the poor, Èdé Yórùba, thou the language of the gods, The brave ones that revere thee are called the clods, Èdé Yórùba, thou a noble that enters ethereal doors I cry for my dearest Èdé Yórùba Thy daughters tongue has forsaken thee, Thy sons has taken after the foreign deeds; My clansmen has killed thee Èdé Yórùba This generation knows thee small, Next generation may know thee not Thou the most beautiful of the lot, Why thou made Èdé Yórùba sullied like a whore? Èdé Yórùba, thou my true identity, How can I resurrect thee my first love? From the shackles pitched to their turf, Come back to us before we lose our sanity; Èdé Yórùba kó gbùdo kù, Edé Yórùba has done you no wrong, I rebuke those that dump thee, my mother tongue, When thou rescind