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Abdulrasheed Dawodu Poems
Meseems the street looks deserted today Quotha! And what do I see A young boy? Younger than the rest? Oh! They were just like him.
In Confusion I Lie
Looking at you with a smile How can you be best qualified Angel or goddess-like In confusion I lie
Living in diaspora Alone away from home Living in the land of oaks and timbers Avarice; their worthy religion
Mine is a curious heart And what does it crave? Tranquility it is yet to find For how long can it wait?
A Perfect Night
A walk through the night Before it gives birth to her own day Just the night Just me in the night
What Kind Of A Man
I dwell in a garden, so green With colourful roses In full bloom Oh! These weeds!
If you were still in shackles Of the old era of slavery With whips and rods Drawing map leading more into slavery
This journey of a thousand miles Didn't start with a smile Never give up Nor retreat
In my search for the day. I am lost in the night. Darkness over takes my sight. I'm blind to the dark night.
From afar I hear your buzzing I draw closer Befuddled by what it would be
If Friends Were Foes
If friends were foes And foes were friends Would my foes' foes Be my foes?
Love In The Air
I live on earth I hear love is in the air I look up to catch some breath What I inhale is flare
What's Bad For The Goose
Succour succour She screams Higher and higher Hoping it would reach farther
The dawn crawls in With a growing antipathy I await the announcement Of your death
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Meseems the street looks deserted today
Quotha! And what do I see
A young boy? Younger than the rest?
Oh! They were just like him.
Good day your holiness
Shallom my boy
How art thou?
I am fine sir
What ye seeketh?
The road to guidance
Oh! Just like the rest
Here where I sit
I have guided the ways of many
I have shown them the path
Follow the path, take the bend
The road you seeketh
Yes, my boy
But the signpost says straight
Yes, your holiness
I have been here all the ...