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Deji Oladoye

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If this man
Untied kisses
The half yellow sun
Is it Jos again
Testimony
God damn it!
Dirge At Night
The bell of cherub
Seeing in the closed eyes

If this man

If this man with black brown skin but white race
A black-white headman possessed by audacity
Can cut a portion of headman cake
In a white house, around the limit of black race like lake
If this man from dark high hills of heavy sun
Of past chains and weeps of slavery; the tears of his fathers
A blood that never give up to death; a debt and
Dent on humanity. which has passed
Within sick age and pains that cook the taste of freedom
Among the race that bleeds on her cut; bleed of pride
Bleed of hope, bleed that took long to stop
If this man between differences of colours
Erase the column between black and white
A round table for the both seat to resolve disgust
If this man; yes we can.
Spare a finger to climb up our own hills
And bring together diverse breed of tongues to a breed
Difference in worship can lay down our death tools
The crisis with crosses of bones; yes we can
Put away our short coming
Remove them like those corn clothes; those society mess
Pour them in that flood flowing canal
And let them be carry away into a waste eternity
Truly, if this man can do it, yes we can.

Untied kisses

I saw them rise like those juggling butterflies
From foothill grasses climbing the stair case of wind
Up to the high hills with energetic zeal
To open mind to the substance a nation has long for
The dew that freshens up the body of a new day

We untied them: the joy that tickle our heart-beat
Fall like sprinkled confetti to slowly kiss our hope
Far, from far we are the three wise men
We cannot wait to see the star
Sparkling on our official mess, selected menace
Social mysteries: an opened secret
Will not have district in our practice
With much restrict, our kisses will purge much out

To make pure this kind of ruling, to be cultured
As white as cassava heart; the machinery
As clean as Erin Ijesha white water fall
Each work in this vicinity, with intensity

These kisses gathered to share wings like birds call
Gather their breed in a union to home; philanthropist
Loving and kind to a fellow, humanitarian
A stakeholder to these kisses
Embrace these investments in the mind
Untied kisses; thrill the waiting of my country

The half yellow sun

The gods forbid...who knows
If the spirits of the earth are angry
The gods, the smoke from their nose, ears
Mouth and eyes are envious of the sun
Rising from the soul, climbing to the eye of the heavens

I can see them fly like wild ghost
Holding each other up like assembling black angels
In amour and spear, between scenes of wild nightmares
They punched each layers, depleted them

The gods! Could they by angry
The sun is scared, the firmament embodied hot tears
Down here is a mining pit
Maybe it`s time for brimstones of some odd fire
The sun breaking into particles
Falling as rushing rain with fire-flood
Removing mighty concrete of heavy canals

The gods forbid, our ancestral spirits love us
Their blood still in our veins
I felt the guns of hunters failing them
And bush meat survive in their holes
Like some thought by nightfall
Dry season became an alternative
Bush burning; smoke a terrorist threatens nature
Man and animal, the sun is ill
Suffering from an high fever
Her eye yellowish and furious
Each time the cloud felt the pain
It pours us feverish urine

God forbid, it must be a nightmares
I guess we seek the oracle for some protocol
Kyoto must have been misplaced
Copenhagen an hidden hope
The time is Usine Bolt
The sun could be furious? who knows

Is it Jos again

Oh, lonely Jos...
Less just to watershed; bloodshed
Communion of the saint defiles faith
And spit on the face of holiness

You but no any persist
To hold onto belief to relive
In much lost; for what gain
Whether polity you know

But excuse me, gentle jos
If I may ask what eternity
Has this mass miscarriage earn you
At most, to suck but you waste

You suffer drainage
Yet allow this erosive blood
Even in your eyes it trickled quickly
Lonely jos, and now your name
Is dying before your time

Testimony

Testimony, as we have always heard of
So we did of June 12
Election accompanied by cancellation
A free and fair vote for all
Granted many breath a rest
Like the talesbymoonlight
Spices of tales in an incubator
Old friend of old scene unleashed a tale
Of guilt bid for innocent

Should we believe conspiracy
Or betray democracy by a book and look
Seduce June 12 to flashback
a truthful lie

God damn it!

This earth is brimming
Of sound health, fat
And nourishing
Her very plough and planting
Passing through her longing eye
Amidst textures and structures
Exchanges pleasantries with seeds

But
God damn it
To plunder or recklessly
Murder a sole mother
Whose womb had and will
Still carry
Both food and cash crops

Dirge At Night

Deep in my eyes
I saw night falling like great hero
Gave up ghost
And dark-time clung earth

I saw fears spearing noise
And screams climbing high
On throat
In the hand of the cradling night
Deep in the rim of my eyes

I saw the emptiness
That carries the moon away
Away from the calling of night songs
Without a voice

I saw the quietness that whispers
Chanting the ballad of shadows
Without their presence
I saw the fear that drives them away
And asked the moon not to return, but

Here, I wait
Brimming of hope
Life trickling much portion on me
Till I see a dim coming from far
Here, I wait

The bell of cherub

Stirring-up your noise
A circle chant
By the rhythmic Aladura clap
Rising you, the roaring day to night
Till kingdom come
Splashing noise wordlessly
On splattered rocks
Like broken chains

I heard more often
One at a time the bell of cherub
Calling your weariest spirit
To bury their feet in sea-sand
As your plenty noise clamour one wave
And turned water-bed

With faceless bedspread swaying over you While admirers ride on you Piercing into your splashes Like your companions do With their drunk eyes not far asleep Like the snoring of night Without a beep of dream Before you, bar-beach

The bell toll more
And guitar-man, beneath under your noise A raggae that cradled a walk At your bar Stringing out the rhythms that Cluster the bell of cherub Lips murmuring prayer Psalms and tongue of another realm

Calling you, their courier
To the heavens beyond their foots
But you, a sea
Rather an emissary
To the bell of cherub
You had not stopped whirling
Away hand-throws in you
Till kingdom come

Seeing in the closed eyes

Inside my closed quiet eyes
My very intimate world
Empty, colourless like
A dying twilight
At the time night cost much
But full, brimming of many to see

Murderers! Drown dreams
In my closed eyes I see
Your hands wear cold blood
Like glove clusters tightened
And freely I see those worrisome
Crimsons running off your finger tips

One after another
Ways parted thickly
Quickly, their ghosts drip sadly
And cried crudely like a mindless cloud
Who had been hunted by greenhouse gases
Executioner!

That strangle time before death comes calling With death tools and death flights Carrying blood in tanks Across chains of death-stations Death goons vandalize vein lines And spill blood to a faith Without a sense of Haram