New Poems

RAINY REVELATIONS

The sun’s gloss
Upon our city
Hides her flaws
Leaving its beauty
Without due company
Before an audience
Observing an entity
Halved by the seasons
In summer
The street glitters
under darting sunrays
Even our sun-baked highways
ignore pity
for the sun’s beauty
But when the rain comes
anxious moms
make mud-splashing runs
to save their young ones
Even drivers learn to sail
as driving skills alone fail.
Cup-shaped drainages
fill to bursts
Talk of sewages
and dream of the worst
Loads of filth turned in
pose and toss
on new rivers running
across streets and closes
So our maps lie
but we know why.











A TRUE REBRAND
Like a tongue
Deprived of the teeth’s company
It lay sprawled
Like it could do no wrong
It wore a smile serene
And a demeanour so sane
That made me doubt
If indeed I had reached it
But I had
And pleasantly invincible
Were its struggling millions
Its surging unapproved kiosks
Its maddening buses
And shifty hands stealing purses
Also happily lost
Was its love for confusion
So like an old man
Tired of his wicked ways
Oshodi watched with disinterest
My daring regal strides
That once drew its ire
Oshodi lay passive
Divorced from its devious spirit
That hitherto fed me fear
Seasoned with courage
and bravery spiced with caution
That old Oshodi
Also taught me to rejoice
every single day I
walked past it
without being pinched
by its ever untraceable claws.










THEIR CRIES, THEIR LIES
When filled with bread
In their homestead
They send us mails
To invoke our wails
Wherein they assume
That our lot is doom
One doom report
Lures financial support
To self-appointed experts
Who dished out false alerts
Collecting aids on our behalf
And magnanimously give us half
Our senses are not too weak
To perceive their trick
But we’ll make things right
Rather than fight
We will search for that will
To correct our many an ill
We have a vision
To back our rebuilding mission
The past may be unpalatable
The present just endurable
But things will get better
In a future not too far
We refuse to be discouraged
By preying nations who have aged
And now spread mails of doom
To nations where they seek room
For their chauvinist ego
That just wont let go.