Brain dead

On the chop board of history we glory lay
Expecting to be grilled with rage once again
With the demented bouquet of our collective idiocy
A sweet meal to the hills of the gods we sober serve
Their tables we set in relished ache
Even though their crumbs are out of bounds,
yet the smell of their air makes us chortle

We sit and watch this uproarious pun
A scene where the characters eat our fats
Of our choosiest wine they gulp with impunity
Oh! What a clamorous applause we give!
The second, third and fourth scene wasn’t different
All they do is dance, win, dine and mingle
Even though we see some occasional scuffles
In the evening we watch them eat some waffles

Now the party has started again
I mean under the cloud that rains cowries
Singing the song of victory without a sword sharpened!
Like swarm the stockholders move under the rain
Hoping to harvest some ‘fallings’
All my countrymen could do is take some notes
Wonder if one day they’ll take a test
Under the tree because the school is eroded
A nation flooded with chronic amnesia

                                       Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla

STRUCK!

Like a lightning, your memory of flashes through my mind

Blurring all thoughts that lacks your scent

Just like a hurdle, my heart skips at your voice

Pounding like the bombs on falling on Holms

 This feeling is sweet even without a drop of honey

Like a Berlin wall my defense fell

And all the excuses vanished like vapor

Deep in my mind I know it is well

In your angelic arms I know I had found favour

Even a train will halt to catch a glimpse of your beauty

With you in my hands your love is my duty

Baby your rock my world!

Elvis will sure be jealous of your skills

Sweetie you knock my fears

Tyson will shiver at your moves

What a time of our lives to love and be loved

This had better not be a dream

Baby mi nothing do you!

Wondering where you learnt to love like this

To learn, grow, support and cherish

So it is you have waited for at the station

And like a sniper you stuck my heart

Skillfully from the top of the rock called Aso

And your weapon is simply simplicity

I am stock and am glad am down

I don’t want to recover from this hit

Even with all the medics around like swarms

I will rather recuperate in your bosom

Struck I am and struck I will be!

                                                Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla

A song for October

Shame, shame, shame and shame

Shame to those who shave our heads and share our herds

Shame to the men who rape our soil and reap our toil

Shame to those gods who suck our oils and prick our boils

Shame to ghosts who cut our pay and eat our hay

Down, down, down and down

Downhill we will throw their caskets and throw their buckets

Downhill will their chalet erode and their chattel corrode

Downhill their face shall look with a sting

Downhill shall be their new abode

Up, up, up and up

Up here we will sing, dance and rejoice

Up in the mountains of a new found land of sanity

Up in the air our inglorious past and leaders will be hung

Up there shall be tell our sons to look and learn

Come, come, come and come

Come together and form a bond for the imminent

Come to an covenant that we will now shine on the continent

Come and shake the hands that fought the squanders

Come into a new nation full of conquerors

                                                         -Omo-ekun, Ilu- Nla

Tears still flow…..

It’s a full year since you called

It’s a full moon once again

It still looks like a dream

Can someone wake me from this torpor?

Yes, you left and am here

Times sooths all pains I thought

Robbing my heart like a balm from china

Maybe I need to look ahead

Peeping into the horizon of uncertainty

By chance I might meet another you next life

Many boring moments I have endured

Even with legion of bodies around

None matches your piousness

Even though you never long for the society

You are a queen worth giving the cathedra

Tear still flow gorgeous

Not because I miss you dearly

My heart aches less dearly

Solely because I lost the box

The chest where I kept my adulation for you.

                             -Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla

Finding Nakniyo!

Amidst the clusters of the cosmopolitan planes

The cat growls of thirst for the tang 

Deep beneath the earth crust is the hidden code of pleasure

All over the soul freely flows anxiety

If only this wait can cease tonight!

Now my bait is low and lost

This golden fish seem gone on vacation into the deep

Dreading the worm like a poison 

Like peter am weary of the catch

Even the great one will marvel at my inertia

serveral treasure hunters have scavenged the hills

Penetrating the dreaded groves to have a look

Still, your secret is sealed like the lost arc!

When will this storm cease

The hurricane of despair constantly pounding my heart

With the force sterner than that an atomic bomb

Hiroshima beside my heart is paradise!

Alas! Finally Nakniyo Came

So sudden that I lost my breath

The years of waiting vanished like the dew

Nakniyo was smoother than samurai sword

Quicker than the greyhound at a hunt

Behold the world of Nakniyo was dark!

now how know why my line didn't move

Who says Nakniyo is not whole?

What can match this living edifice?

even though am tired to her like ram fit for slaughter

I will die like a fish and stay out of the water

All because I have found Nakniyo!

                                   Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla

LAST STRIKER

Yet again the red light bleeped

Awaking me from the depth of my trance

Has boko-haram struck again I thought

Maybe finally the perpetual injunction has been stabbed

Something somewhere most be sinister from the west

Too bad a state of mind, but what can I do

Like the Titanic my heart went down

Wholly drown in pain as if from the pitch

Yekini is dead I muttered to my brain

Dead is Rashidi he screamed at me!

Isn’t life expectancy 48 for men my brain queried?

Like a fool I sat starring at my mirror

Another sacrifice for the gods of the Niger

Breed for the kill and groomed for the roast

To the heaven our souls were lifted by him in ‘94

To the grave we fastened his carcass before night fell

His striking was like thunder when the gods drink liquor

He has lost him wits and skills we now all chorus

Once again one of the boundless is gone

At 49 we left a striker to be stricken stiff by expiry

Nine was the number but the cat is dead

My childhood hero, I know you are livid

Mad at the gods for leaving you to sink like that

Rest on Great one, rest on Nigeria’s last Super striker

                                                    -Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla

                                                        

Chaos by Design!

The sea roars and whimpers with aquatic pleasure

Breaking the boats and drowning the feeble

The oceans are deep but cruel to a fault

Swallowing the earth to its tip

Yet we sail in gold and lust on its glides

We eat its seed and rub its juice!

The wind moves like the cheetahs

Rushing through the street leaving tears and groans

Oh! My roof is gone I hear

Yet we swim thousands of meters into its belly

Without care of fear we hop into the moving cave

And dropping dead to the wait of our lovers!

The west and east wrestle to death

Holding each other at the jugular from Adam

Many have left in the rain

Some have stayed and lived their hell on earth

Still, we buy and sell

We nourish on swords and shields

And our nation booms with blood!

Luciana has suffered many storms

Katrina raped her clean

Yet my prof. sees another chance

To make his storm top the chat

Praying the horror will come

And a chance to Christian the monster

At least he will get the honor!

Amidst life’s confusion I see the stars

Unnamed, untamed and yet unmoved!

He architect of the galaxy most be s freak!

To have created so much confusion for the mortals,

but only if they could perceive this trick….

That chaos is all we need to grow

                                          Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla