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He sat on a fallen trunk among his fellow inmates
Not minding the termites that burrowed beneath his short
Nor the sun that drummed on his naked skull
Tattered and dirty
His mind was far away
Wandering through the ruins of his past
The ignorance of his childhood
The struggles of his growing years
How on that sad day
He stood in the cubicle
In front of a defiled jury
He remembered the sympathetic silence
That engulfed the room when the judge pronounced
“life imprisonment with hard labour”
He knows, the judge knows
And everybody knows
That he didn't kill the girl
The son of the rich man did
He knows and everybody knows
That for twenty years
He had suffered for another man's sin
But who is a poor defeated fellow
In the presence of the Highs and Mighties
He wiped the tears in his eyes
With the back of his wrinkled hands
Took his hoe and got back to work
He knows and everybody knows
That this is injustice
And it is sad that no one is talking about it
© Olatuja Oloyede
People gathered before the broken door of the little store
There was a theft last night
And all the poor woman depended on is gone
She stood blank and empty of life
Her kids are small and hungry
Her husband is lost to the city girls
Her rent has long expired
Now are shop has been looted too
Her only hope smashed
Her world is crumbling
A serious looking policeman
Investigates the crime scene
Everyone hailed his dogged commitment
But who will belief
That this same sergeant is the thief that came last night
That the station they went to report the case
Is the hideout of notorious hoodlums
That some demons are disguised angels
That the man they all run to in times of trouble
Is the trouble they are all running from
Who will belief if this truth is revealed
Who?
© Olatuja Oloyede
*SHE SAID NO!*
She said NO!
But she didn't know
That too many nights had whistled by
With my thoughts awake beneath the starless sky
Making a thousand wishes with my fingers
Dreaming of the days we shall become lovers
I'd whispered to the ears of every friend
That my search for true love now has an end
She said No
How can it be so?
Yes how can it be?
With all the things she's said to me
We've talked and laughed as one
A surety of her golden heart already won
But she said No
And she didn't even know
That I wish that word was never spoken
It has left me really broken
But it's alright
Poetry should make it right
I will fight back these tears today
And then walk away
© Olatuja Oloyede
Who are these things
Unnoticed in their condemned rags?
They are from the other side
The dark and twisted side of life
In search of meaning
On a path flowered with embers of tragic wars
They are the carriers of the aching of our failures
Sufferers of dark history
They will soon pass not into oblivion
Not into the eternal silence of the grave
Slaves are they here,
Kings will they be there
Their infant cradles were ridges of trash
And their graves unmarked forever
But their name will resound among angels
They lived without living
They died without dying
© Olatuja Oloyede
(Dedicated to all victims of circumstances)
She stopped frequenting the stream of her youth
On market days
Her space was vacant among women
At noon, she took cover from hot sun
An imbecile spirit might be lurking the street
Her protruding belly is her burden to bear alone
Alani, her husband
Kept boasting to drunk friends
“My son is on his way into this world”
One night the sky roared with rain
She laid on a mat
Gasping between life and death
Blood flooded, tears flowed
Anguishing pain pounded her
Then with one faint sigh
A healthy child was born
No one touched the little thing
Disappointment shone on all expecting faces
When Alani asked what sex it was
"A girl again" came the answer
He hurried out of the room angry and brokenhearted
The exhausted mother pulled her untended baby closer
Both unwashed in maternity blood
She whispered without much strength
"Live my child, live well"
Dropping her baby in silence
She pull back her head towards the mat
And breath her last
© Olatuja Oloyede
*I will Pretend to be a Novice of Love*
I sit on my rug of smiles
Mesmerized by the over-flogged tales of love
Told by jobless boys on hungry street
“The reason why I live is you
You mean more than this world to me
Bla bla bla
“I will burn in hell for you
I will drown in the sea if you want
I will hunt you down to the end of the earth
Bla bla bla
“Let me carry all your burdens
Let me live or die for you
Let me run through the earth for you
Bla bla bla”
You've spoken with renewed vigour
The same old lies of those who came before
You are nothing but another hungry beast
Seeking out a prey in me
I will sit still
On my rug of smiles
And pretend to be the novice you think I am
© Olatuja Oloyede
*
Those who ride in convoys of gold
Should be mindful of the women
Who kneel by those village potholes
They are clothed in rags
Famished to the bones
But they are not like Ani
The famous mad woman of Utaja
They wore hunger with pride
Neither cursing God
Nor blaming man
Their only crime is poverty
Those who live in fenced houses
With big dogs that speak English
Do not ignore
The threat of these poor things of the world
They slave their lives at your doors
That their children too may go to school
Children from those junks and shacks
Can find their ways to the palaces of plenty
While the wealthy ones haggle their fates in endless ruins?
It was God who blessed the ghetto
With many fatherless children
He might just turn the table round
The world is burdened with such mysteries
Do you not know?
© Olatuja Oloyede
A Poem About Sex Dolls
For too long I'd placed in humanity
Hopes for an era of sanity
Searching this world for love
I see our histories
Scribbled in pages of moral tragedies
I rose with the dawn
I rode on the back of a rising sun
Across the oceans
I saw lands with shores of gold
Our Babylon of science is above the skies
Full of flaws in its own mysteries
That girl cannot love me
She needs a lady like her
He cannot love her
To him, it's better with dogs, pigs or goats
The drum beats with just one rhythm
The universe is engulfed in a sudden fog
SEX DOLLS!!!
With sex dolls no dull sex
That's the latest gist in town
Stupidity has just gotten a new name
Madness has just changed garment
Another idol has emerged from the hades
Men are now beastly in their thinking
Noble mind flared in darkness
I wish I can sing a song
That will change the world
But we are all in one hell
In this cell of furious flames
I can only shriek in hurtful groans
Wishing posterity will be left with a better legacy
© Olatuja Oloyede
A Poem About Sex Dolls
For too long I'd placed in humanity
Hopes for an era of sanity
Searching this world for love
I see our histories
Scribbled in pages of moral tragedies
I rose with the dawn
I rode on the back of a rising sun
Across the oceans
I saw lands with shores of gold
Our Babylon of science is above the skies
Full of flaws in its own mysteries
That girl cannot love me
She needs a lady like her
He cannot love her
To him, it's better with dogs, pigs or goats
The drum beats with just one rhythm
The universe is engulfed in a sudden fog
SEX DOLLS!!!
With sex dolls no dull sex
That's the latest gist in town
Stupidity has just gotten a new name
Madness has just changed garment
Another idol has emerged from the hades
Men are now beastly in their thinking
Noble mind flared in darkness
I wish I can sing a song
That will change the world
But we are all in one hell
In this cell of furious flames
I can only shriek in hurtful groans
Wishing posterity will be left with a better legacy
© Olatuja Oloyede
Welcome to beast's town
The jungle of injustice
A land of beautiful destructions
The hell with the fiercest demons
Brother, squeeze that your gentle face
Be tough and frustrated or get killed
You've got to understand “how the thing goes”
“Skraaaa pa pa pa pa pa”
Be ready to stab any bitch at the back
This is the jungle of injustice
At the centre of this mighty metropolis
Stands a fading hills of hope
Just leave all that worry to the unborn
They will build the today will spoil tomorrow
Do not mind the frenzy dancers in the hall of flame
Nor the “togad” priests of holiness at burning brothels
Kings are floozy and their queens wenches
That is the way it is here
The land is full of milk and honey
For those who can drink
From the beaker of corruption
This is a land for you and for all
The home of all for none
© Olatuja Oloyede
(Dedicated to frustrated good Nigerians... Mind you, you can make a huge difference in this dark hour of political hopeless")
*Love, Do Not Play Your Tricks With Me Again*
I'm not a piece on a chess board
Neither am I a yacht on troubled sea
So love
Do not play your tricks on me again
For too long in your old name
I'd given my heart to strangers
After brutal betrayals of many brothers
All I get back is still its broken pieces
I'd bargained even with my finest garment
All I have now is a wardrobe of a thousand rags
This night you robbed me of my sleep
That night, you stripped me of peace
For how long must I fall for the same old lie
All for the sake of love
I'm loosing my mind for her by the day
This damsel has a hold on me like no other
May be
Fresh tears are beginning to gather
Behind dark clouds of tomorrow
May be
Finally an angel is sent to my rescue
Every shattered hearts needs its mender
But all I've got to offer
Is its broken pieces
Will she see the gold in me
So love!
Please do not play your tricks with me this time
© Olatuja Oloyede
(Pure fiction...dedicated those brokenhearted)
Alone With a Naked Girl
That lonely night
My studious head was bent before a reading lamp
When a faint noise from my door
Heralded a beautiful damsel in
Methought I saw a stark naked lady
But no, she was clothed with beckons of lust
The magical moment drown all my vows
I've sworn never to be a player again
On sacred alters
But who knows if this is just a prefect crime
Some temptations are not to be resisted
I pulled her close
Feeling her warm flesh in mine
And her breath hissing through my nostrils
My impulse doubled
This path I'm beginning to travel
May lead to heaven or hell
But that is a worry for another day
Her red lips must not go unkissed
*Pranpapan grangaga gban*
(Sound of falling plates)
A rude noise startled me
Alas
IT WAS JUST A DREAM
Rioting rats stumbled on my unwashed plates
I've learnt how to keep my food safe
They will pay for robbing me of my sleep again
What is this wetness I feel on my trouser?
Who is that girl I saw in my dream?
O, my crush!!!!
The next time I see her
I will pretend not to care no more
For what better choice has a country boy
Who loves a girl that needs those with billions in banks
One day when the wind of many seasons must have blown
I will go to bed
Thinking no more about her
Dreaming no more about her
With my happiness found intact with another
© Olatuja Oloyede
(Purely fictional)
My sail was calm on the shoulders of the night
I stood on the wings of those quiet hours
I saw visions of bright horizons
Of vast hinterlands waiting to be explored
I am the wanderer from western walls
Whose home is waiting to be discovered
Seeking for brooks in arid lands
For fountains in the savannah
For rainforests in the desert
Lost was I and willing to be forever lost
In the magic of my dreams
But some dreams are too big for one night
So God gives all a life time
When the morning crows knocked at my door
To announce the arrival of the dawn
I rolled on the bed from which my coverlets had fallen
Slowly I opened my eyes
Behold it was my first morning in the stranger's land
The winter cold breezed in
I said my simple prayers slowly
As my father had taught me to always do
A spark of hope was kindled
A feeling drowned me not to worry
Thoughts of how far I had come caught up with me
The night before this was on a cliff 10 hours away
There my father had touched as I gently laid
And he told me “Son
Life is a mist with cloud of obscurity
Sometimes you get lost to find your way in it
It is not a crime to dream
To hope for heights above the clans of eagles
The dream which dies with time
In the hearts of fools
Blossoms with season like buds of sunshine
Go and become all you are born to be
And when things are dark and hopeless
Find time to kneel in prayers
For with that you can conquer the world”
Father is a great man
A mystery I fear he too might not know
I thought of last night and smiled
A moment with drunks and sloths
May be the little fun a traveller needs
A funny world peopled with clowns indeed
Whence comes this cold assuaging me
Even under my burdening cardigan
The warmth in it is like a freezing ice
I do not wash my teeth that morning
Just like I have done many mornings of this life
I only scooped the water over my kinky hair
And brushed it down my dry face
Ready for what will unfold with the rising sun
Today I will be alone in my room
Not to share my bed with another I hope
Soon again I was on the road
Down a hilly slope
With my new boss on his burdened bike
I had a huge mattress across my laps
Lying restlessly between my boss and I
Slow and steady we went
Silently I prayed again for protection
As his bike pierced through the road
Like hunger roving wolves
The wind came to feast upon the bed
Pulling me backward from the iron cushion
I pulled back to remain glued on a spot
But like a straw in a marauding tempest
I was thrown off the bike with no second thoughts
Off like a soldier thrown from his conquering horse
I went down unhindered
From the dust where I laid
An ocean of anger boiled in me
A fire of rage smoked my reddened eyes
I blamed my boss of course
And the federal government
And every other thing but me
I've not come to this land
To carry such a burden on a legless bike
A man walking down the same valley
Looked at me and wondered why I fell
I thought his moving lips we say something kind
Like people always do from the world where I came
Instead he said I should stop being weak
After all I was trained by soldiers in camp
Seriously! Men are mean
I looked at him in disgusting disbelief
"What are you saying sire?
I was trained by soldiers. So what!
Besides, my training isn't to carry mattress
On a cold morning
On a mourning bike
On a rugged road"
That episode ended with simple sorry
We soon hit the road again
This time with the foam tied
Balanced in the grip of my strong hand
We rode as minutes hissed by
Into another bush the bike turned
And there stood a lone building
Only one person lives here for 3 years
A big house of 5 rooms
And only one ghost dweller lives in one
Someone who seldom comes home
I was to be his new neighbour
Of a truth, I was to live alone
In a secluded forest
I opened the room to see what fate has in store
No bulb, no switch, no socket, no wiring, no electricity!
I checked my phone to make some calls
No network and no hope of it coming on
No water even to cook me a meal on a good day
What!
And yes there alone in that bush will I stay
As fate brought across hills and city
To embrace such a humbling compromise
I looked at the almost fallen structure
With huge cracks and holes
That will let in not just snakes
But even a hungry thief
With puzzling fears and questions in my heart
I smiled and spoke a thousand words in silence
***********part 6**********
Overlook typological errors.... It a hurried post that will be edited properly when compiled
© Olatuja Oloyede
In silence I heard a lonesome bird sing
“The world is a cruel place
A colony of monsters
A kingdom of beasts”
In the bliss of a sizzling hearth
I heard the elders say
“Once upon a time we lived in harmony
An army too strong for evil to conquer”
In the wilderness of life
My furrowed brow tells the sad tale of defeat
The sun that once dawned upon our homes
Had set beyond the river
Where is the beacon of truth
That once stood in the centre of existence?
Where are the men of war?
Where are the heroes of yester-victories?
That afore time stood in defence our brotherhood?
They are all beneath the murky fog
Clustered around the throne of Anarchy
In one accord they sing
"Long live our Lord and king"
Should I join in their frenzy dance of doom
Or stand alone against the roving world?
© Olatuja Oloyede
I knew you cannot be trusted
Yet I did anyway
I knew you are a player
I still gave you my heart
I knew you are skilled in lies
But I choose to believe all you ever said
All of me I placed at your mercy
I threw my love in your arms with abandon
I knew everything about you is false
And even your smiles concealed the evil you are capable of
But one thing I don't know about you
Is that you are lost beyond redemption
Love is one thing I will to do better in my next life
For nothing can mend a heart already broken
© Olatuja Oloyede
In silence I heard a lonesome bird sing
“The world is a cruel place
A colony of monsters
A kingdom of beasts”
In the bliss of a sizzling hearth
I heard the elders say
“Once upon a time we lived in harmony
An army too strong for evil to conquer”
In the wilderness of life
My furrowed brow tells the sad tale of defeat
The sun that once dawned upon our homes
Had set beyond the river
Where is the beacon of truth
That once stood in the centre of existence?
Where are the men of war?
Where are the heroes of yester-victories?
That afore time stood in defence our brotherhood?
They are all beneath the murky fog
Clustered around the throne of Anarchy
In one accord they sing
"Long live our Lord and king"
Should I join in their frenzy dance of doom
Or stand alone against the roving world?
© Olatuja Oloyede
Sometimes we win
Sometimes we lose
Life is like a coin tossed into the air
On which side it will land no one knows
If people have dug in you a well of tears
Hold your peace in that darkness
There is a moon for every night
Forget those who does and doesn't care
You will make it through the tunnel too
© Olatuja Oloyede
"This same place where out path did cross
We will meet again
There and then
We shall drink the liquor of lust
Down to the dreg will they roll down your naive throat
I, even I will make you a man"
The hour had just taken a puzzling twist
Yet she left "unbothered" by my confusions
Have I come to serve my father's land
Or am I at the devil's table
Where the lots of the world was once traded
Which way leads home
When on earth can man say he is truly free
O, the horror of my first night
The burdened bones
The wreckages of an oppressed heart
The cold turned flesh
The drained bottles at the feet
Of masters of broken homes
The flakes of consumed cigarettes
The lust in the eyes of strangers
The friendship the world had offered
My presence in this gully of death
Still I stood perplexed awhile
Should I just go down the windy way of hell
And see the horizons
The treasures of those addicted to its chains
Or should I follow my pilgrimage route
The path where my soul had found rest indeed?
Sometimes in life
I sit at this crossroads
Wondering which way is best an adventure for a young man.
I looked at my boss with his emptied bottles
Three bottles vanished before his lips
Yet he still enjoys the long dance
in the deserted hall of addiction
"Sir, I'm tired
Where will I sleep tonight?"
"Emmy, relax
I will soon be done
We shall soon be going home"
And not until the bar is deserted
Not until the last singing bird
Had kissed the sky goodnight
Not until silence descended upon the world
Exposing even strained whispers
Not until night arrived in her full fretful stature
That this man could realise
That long had been my journey
Across the Niger to the banks of Benue
And my weary bones must rest
Once again we hit the road
His rickety bike rend the night of her crown of silence
Strip the witchy hour of her garment of peace
A thundering cry from a frustrated bike
The fear that a drunk man rides that thing
Upon which I'm boarded
Filled me with gooseflesh rather than the thrills of its speed
I feared we might crash on the harmattan harden soil
Or overturned by unconscious recklessness
Into the bottom of a canal
Or at least missed home
For as you may well know
That to a drunk man
Everywhere, anywhere and no where is home
For the heart often fear beyond necessary
It is that part of our lives that keeps us alive
As I alighted from his rough drive
A ease of relief escaped through my nostril
He showed me my room for the night
And welcome me to his home
My head had suffered the fate
Of a drum in the hands of many a heartless drummer
My legs are weak like though I had travelled on a shores of ice
But at last
All my weariness I can lay to rest
Although the night at been sandwiched
With encounters with beasts and beings
The bed, this bed
Will be my comfort
And redeemed all my exhausted nerves.
In peace I lay me down
Soon I was fast at sleep
And the raging day came to a noiseless calm
Stay connected for part 5
© Olatuja Oloyede
Right in front of me
The queen of seduction sat
With beckoning laps wide apart
Exposing her white underwear
The flag of immoral adventures
The grave that has buried great grace
Am I so precious for the host of darkness to ignore
Why has the prince of sin welcomed me with his best agents
O cruelty against modesty in this world!
The conflict against purity is peerless in all sphere of existence
I parried my gaze from her
As if searching through the rampaging darkness
As if there stood beside me
An apparition of great fascinations
A cloud of pugnacious smoke greeted my unsteady nose
Sin is indeed the colour of the night
This darkness is drowning me
Who are these devils haunting me
I'd thought I'm a pilgrim plying the heavenward route
How does this same road lead down to Sheol
I could not look at the lady beside me
Neither could i face the one before
Where else could I turn in this world painted in sin
I busied myself on my phone for a while
But like an heartless coup
Planned and processed in stages
My phone went off too
This is shared conspiracy
I just must face this!
I sat gingerly on the feet of compromise
A little zip would change nothing
A little banter around the kegs of wine will hurt no one
Even a little flirt will be perfect for a cold night
But I have not come this far to loss it all
The treasured I'd paid so much to keep
Will not be fed cheaply to swans
The lady offered me a cup of chin
A kind gesture I'd thought unlikely
Even when she must think me boring
"No thanks, I'm ok for now"
But that will not suffice a goddess of her clime
Years of experience has engendered an expert in her
Futile were all my plead of exemption
From this sup of immorality I must dine
Like the lost soul on brink of immortal flame
Pleading the Majesty of heaven for exemption
From His eternal indignation
She just stocked out her charming hands at me
I faked a smile and drew out just one straw from her cup
Broke them into edible balls
Disguising my disapproval all along
Being capable of incredible pretense
I acted as if the chin were the reasons for my clanging teeth
But they all went behind me to the dust whence they came
Thanks for the night which hid my vanity too
Then she stood and came towards me
My heart went west, east, south and north
A rumbling fear flashed through my heart
What's she gonna do now?
O finally the prophesy will be fulfilled
That all men are beasts of iniquity after all
She was about placing her hands on me
Then she made a sudden stay and smiled
Drew back to speak to one stranger
Giving room for the other
Who came placing her hands
On the wings of my chair
"Corper corper *************"
My ears could not interpret the rest of her statements
"What did you say please?"
"I'm just greeting you
I will soon be going home"
My heart gladdened and my spirit lifted
I responded quickly lest she change her mind
"Alright goodnight"
Devil must be weak of trying
Like the lions are giving up their chase already
I'm a being too big for the jaws of fallen angels to chew
But the night drama was not over yet
The other lady stood already beside me
Now very closed than she once was
A puzzled look and a pondering heart I asked
"What do you want sis?"
"Corper corper, I am just greeting you na
This one that you are not drinking anything
Please you will have to change o
We need to still see ourselves o
To talk, to drink, enjoy our lives and do everything together"
"What do you mean by doing everything together?
She smiled and said
"Corper, Corper, you are very funny sha
But you will soon understand"
**************part 4 loading*******""""
THE PRETTY BEAST
.
I know you wield the beauty of flowers
And sweet scent of roses you emit.
Yes, you dwell in a city called love,
In a region we call emotion
... But please tell me, who are you?
.
Your eulogy has no end,
And your praises know no limits.
For your "ode" is someone else's "elegy".
Sometimes you bring tears, sometimes smiles
... But please tell me, who are you?
.
When will you visit me?
At my dusk or my dawn?
Today or tomorrow?
No need be, I beg of you
For my eyes are unworthy to behold your beauty
... But please tell me, who are you?
.
She replied me and said
I wield the Beauty of black roses
The madness in hearts of men I am
I wear prettiness, but a monster I am!
And tears is my signature!
For I am pain!
.
Balogun Tolulope David
(Drunk poet) 2017
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