Thursday, 11 May 2017

Rustling Grass

Not even the dreaded woodlands can make me this frigid tonight

Eyes shot, ears raised, heart beating like festive drums

The horrid fear of the known, ached pleasure for the familiar unknown

The certainty of what to come, the mask neatly placed on what I sense

So close I feel the scent of it, yet my hands cannot reach its edges

Through the windows of my mind the truth to me slowly unfolds

With precision sharper than the samurai sword my doubts had me

Will it be the oak tree that will fall? Or the rise of dry lands out to the deep blue?

Queries that circuits my curious mind from dawn to dusk!

Should I take off or simply slide away into the night like an owl?

The voice I hear are close to home, once I danced to these eccentric tunes

Over the horizon something glides towards my shaky steady feet

Transfixed in my perfect confusion and overwhelmed with exhausted hope

Yet, there is still this painful melodious rustling of the grass!

Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla

April 12, 2017

Saturday, 6 December 2014

14 Years A Sinner

Oh heavens! forgive me for I have sinned
To the sacred crescent I come with my bag of wrongs
I have stolen, cheated and stabbed my 'friends'
I have dug a deep hole in the back of my rivals
For those I love I plundered the ivory treasury
For those I hate I became a knighted by the emir
A worthy compensation for the Ijmag agenda
The desert written script for my hallowed crusade
Oh the sweet gate of al jannah! To thee I match for votes
Visit not on me the sin of fourteen moons away
Hands, feet, mouth and sacred members I have washed
Please make this tinge be gone at once!
Oh the roofs I have to lift for the rain to strike
My heat sinks just thinking of how hard it was for him
Please show me the graves of those gone to rest
For peace their Epitaphs I will re-write in Gold
Shackles surely will fit my wrists walahi
If only they know how much the counsels cost
From high to supreme I dragged our rectitude
Only to be told my appeal will get a better chance with God!
Now my dreams to rein is about to be plundered
Nightmares of the monster called USSA
Shivers from the faces of Aluta I slaughtered
Oh! that heaven will grant me sweet rectitude
Deliverance from 49 sprites that daily torments my peace

                                                      Omo-Ekun, Ilu Nla.

Sunday, 4 May 2014

Our Baale is a Learner

Today I did the unusual
I sat waiting to be told on NTA some real stuff
Little did I know I was in for the usual?
Baale never cease to thwart walahi
Once again Baale took the doubters to the cleaners
I am a learner he exclaimed! And so what?

I remember Baale’s coronation
Dancing and wriggling of waists that now lies in waste
Baale’s wife a true spectacle to behold
Her ways with words, even the ancestors wouldn’t dare
Now almost four seasons we still battle with masquerades
But wait, Baale will learn on the job!

Surrounded by many tale tellers Baale declares
No Baale can learn like I do!
So Baale how do we find the missing village pots they asked?
Lets the oracles in the next village help he declares
To Baale, tears and blood should be flow like a river
The second coronation party will not be postponed!

With fear I received the news of the impending visit of the masquerade
But wait, can’t the Baale order the village hunters to town?
Why can’t the palace guards keep the palace jail securely fastened?
It's two weeks and hundreds of precious village pots are still missing?
Why has the Baale’s wife taken up the job of the hunters?
Oh… did I forget…our Baale is a Learner!

                                                                           Omo-Ekun, Ilu Nla!

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Under the Umbrella

In the rain we have wept for years
Hoping and wishful thinking about shelter
A refuge from hurt, fear and grieve
If only we have a tenth of our own
If only we can fill the boxes with hope
On the match again we chanted in our wet drenched suits

Progress! Progress! Our lungs hurt with expectation
Well, fellow Nigerians and the rest is history
Our rains became hurricane, flooding our hopes away
In chains we all lived our days, at night we only had the stars
Even the poets were not spared, returned to the earth with his pen!
When will we ever going to have our robes dry, when?

Suddenly the Iroko fell! Felled by the forbidden fruits from south of the east
In loud ovation we danced, finally the stallion will make the tenth
that same night, the stallion was put down before dawn
And yet again under the horrendous rain we stood!
The eagles came home, the owl came back
Years in exile had beaten our birds like a whip

99 was the magic number, prison was the place to be for some
Frap! The umbrella went up! Finally we are saved from the cold
Only of we knew what was in that well, sadly,we all drank in ecstasy
14 moons has passed and the umbrella brought more rain than the Amazon
Death, debt and deep damage, rot beyond the deep Dead Sea
Lifelong lack and living less, lonely and low under the Umbrella!

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

June 13

How come I don’t get it?
What is this malignant song all about?
I heard the cat was skinned by the rat
So what? Should the world cease to exist?
From Adam, Cain and Abel has been at it
Years of sharing the spoil without a noise
So why should last night lose its poise?
Or the devil has suddenly changed its side?
The headlines and footnotes all seem to care
Of whom they grew and dine with wine
Justice oh, those fairy tales sucker!
Fairness his sister always in between the fights
Yesterday was a reminder of you loss
That huge coffin carried by the ants
Deprived of the crumbs, sugar and water
All the ants need to stay alive and strong
Now the will the dead, 20 years and fresh
Eulogies from around the clan
Even this year the clowns sang a solo
The melodies of skulls filled with rot
Yesterday was a painful prompt
We lost it a long time ago, yes we did drop it!
Now the rats are even more daring
With big bowels and vacant cavities
So the squirrels are now drawn to the game
A nightmare this is sure must be!
Only to roll over and check my clock!
It’s Thursday June 13, 2013!

                            Omo-Ekun- Ilu-Nla

Monday, 10 June 2013

On the March Again!

We are on the march again
Beating the same drums we bought from the queen
The same tunes that was played at our christening
Wait! Something is familiar with this dance
The merry-go-round move that ends with a smash
The falling of the dancers and dropping without a bounce
 Again we start planning for the next trip a day we came home
Fighting for the best seat on the caravan that never seizes to fail
That’s my spot Olu screamed! Segun is driving so what?
Every trip the numbers fall, the coffin at least must be sold
All the supplies gone before the camels rise
Hopes dashed as if it was a game
 1520 is the year of the Gods
The battle between evil and the evil makers
Many said it’s a gentle ride from the start
Now we know the dangers of a quiet peaceful lake
Solemn, silent, snake with sinister venom
Don’t worry about its bite, we will be dancing again!

                                                                                                             Omo-Ekun '13