Olalekan Joseph Ajayi Poems

My ink had dried up and my feather caked
But her voice bade me …write!

They named me after a dreamer
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You may call me the son of a slave
Because my forebears
Bore a Whiteman's name
But I know who I am
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What father brought forth these little ones
Daily fending off dogs and flies as they
Cheerfully rummage waste from our yard?
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(For Frank Uche Mowah)

Here lies he that untied our chords
Called home one November
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Tears that mine eyes will not shed
Rain perpetually in my heart
And guilt, like the sun
Rises and sets daily within me
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Staring at her on the couch
Her face illumed by the moon
I stand in awe of the Craftsman
Who made my virgin bride
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Before the burning flares
We knew no boundaries
Now you erect barriers
Ours are hymns of peace
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A thin flesh over sockets…

Lion-hearted soldier ants
Invoked the Lord of the wild
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Knocks of crystals upon rusty pans
Snakes flurry through craggy scapes
Ungerminated seeds disentombed
Twisted hoses direct our blood-sweat
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The kernel is split
Kola drowns the voice
Stifled limbs on drums
We do no' but spit
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