Yeye Oshun

Pleasure of the night laid legs on my honeypot

To bring alive my unborn children from heaven

Groaning of the day deeper my soul into spirituality

Claw of incantation serrated my waist with beads

They fed me with strange herbs and lizard eggs without honour

Clapping and dancing on naked breasts to their gods



Still and still, no evidence of fertility in this womb

And my in-laws gave me wit for slander

Jagaban Is Coming!

You are the one, the unbeatable of all time
When motion is still and helpless
When companions are scarce and wobble
When hope seems not to motivate and sightless
You are the one, who emerges sagaciously like a brighter moon.

You are the one, coming and the crests arise
Like a rainbow crescent in the sky
Like a supple wind gentle on the skin
Like speechless water filling the thirst
You are the one, coming and the earth moves wholly.

You are the one, coming, a hybrid of modern-day intellect
That made a strenuous impact on good governance
That gives strength to the low and weak
That touches lives with a gem of ignition
You are the one, coming and resonating more than an ovation.

Heavenly Father

Holy Father in heaven,
My parents have done enough,
But if I should think about their struggle and luckless,
It seems I should not grow old again.

They have till the soil,
It seems the earth is annoyed with them,
They have gone into the sea,
It seems the brackish sea has porous their net.

Land of Jesse

Dear land of Jesse
Upon the city of excellence and enterprise
There I heard the wailing of your children
Tremble like echo of antelope inside inferno

Shrieking voices: painful, tearful and pathetic
Calamity makes your history hoodoo and mournful
Land of culture and natural endowments
Are seen consumed by the anger of a laughing fire

The War is Over

Drum of war is still and silent like coma,
Tears mob the land and rent homes apart,
The velocity of their echoes
Travelled far beyond the seas,
Our heroes, the conquerors of many wars,
Returned home and silence like grave.

Masquerades amuse the day
With their best dancing steps,

God is not a Man

O Lord my God
I have been too silly on you
Walked away when I need you most
Deceiving myself that I don’t need you

When did I become childish
And bent to remain childish
When you have not created me childish?
O Lord I am very sorry

Taboo in Citadel

Firefly gambit and left prank of noble-less in my veins
Sometimes ago it was Abacha who built tents
Of dysphonia and anarchy around the country
A few days ago it was Obasanjo who sunken
The consciousness of the masses in a slightly manner
And make Musa Yar’Adua, the ring bearer and a dualist,
To take care of the ex-masters’ interest

All colours are beautiful

What colour is this?
Colour white
As white as snow

What colour is this?
Colour black
As black as charcoal

What colour is this?
Colour blue
As blue as the ocean

Area Boys

Living in slums like leeches,
Wandering about like a bird without shelter.
Area boys, sons of the soil, snail has no blood;
The senior brothers of mendicants,
That is what you call us.

You say we are drinkers, patriotic smokers,
You mean the drunker that speaks mumbo-jumbo

! Mary Mary Magdalene

Mary Mary Magdalene,
what do all those stories mean?
Mary, Mary, is it true,
Jesus had a thing for you?

Mary, Mary – He lay with you?
Mary, Mary, tell me true
Mary, Mary, red hair wild,
did He leave you great with child?

Mary, was your love so steady,
that you had had His kids already?
Mary, Mary, at the Cross,
did it feel a gain or loss?

My Father is a Great Hunter

In those days they say
Animals live in the bush
I wish my father can travel go West
To see cat and dog
Antelope and elephant
Tiger and lion
Living in a man’s house.

They call them pets
But I don’t understand
While in my continent

Lagos Bar Beach

Fear pedal my feet to be absconder
Slow down by the angry teeth of ocean grit
Crab, lobster, and clam are no more here
They said to be hidden by the goddess
And replaced them with a scourge of complexity

Is this Lagos Bar Beach that I know?
It is me the heir to your throne
Her ears seem far away from my extolment
I behold your generosity in every festive season
Nowadays thousands of trips are unseen on your shore