Is this Akesan
Or Oja Oba?
I asked myself: is this
Akesan or Oja Oba?
This image passes
For one in my ancient town
Alubosa, grapes, and fish,
All converging on the vast palm of the tray
See alubosa, grapes and fish
All on the spreading palms of trays
This is Akesan, oh no! This is Bodija
Here, down the city street of York
Walking down the street of York
Eyes flashed from their stunned sockets
Hey yayah, down the street of York
And eyes stunned in sockets
A guy walked about
Out of time out of route
But wait: who told you
Your modernity is the only one?
Yea, who told you it is only your modernity
In the market place of civility?
The world cannot be yours alone
When others also have to own
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After a mutiny charge of a group of soldiers on terrorism
as the odd smell of asphalt
in the incongruous road of his heart,
a soldier sniffs death.
He feels it as the snap of life
from a lanterned night;
he gets his death as a token
of gift from his country,
he gets death as a token
of love from his country –He gets death Continue reading
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Let my verse nudge your consciousness
To the standing mirror before you
The sun shines in sorrow
The moon moans
The sludge of supremacy
Causes their nauseous nonsense Continue reading
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