ESAN

Our  evil deed Is  Esan. A seed

Planted by man for man in this market.

It shall grow. Yes it shall

Sidling its way out of hidden years

Like a prudent knave.

Bearing fruits for tomorrow bitter bite.

Even today.

ISRAEL

Fire breathing gargoyle, ordained

Lucifer saints, poised to drain

Christ likened blood and brine.

Lord is my light and salvation

Whom shall I dread?



I AM, smote Aten gazing light

For daring to watch his chosen delight

Day turned darkest black night

Hungrily, devouring Memphis  eastward Nile.

The Lord is my salvation and light.

Whom shall I fear?



Thebes and Akhetaten quake to bade

Israel, as longer stride he made

With all of Egypt gold and fame

For God favored turned all soul tame.

Whom shall I fear?

BANWO

As the first cries from mouth

Broke the silence in the night

From the purest sanctuary was brought forth.

Water of life from mother’s nipple silenced me

Unending milky love tasted, unbreakable passion sealed.

Banwo-care for him, my creator urged

For Israel is divinely favored yet stone hearted.

Prayer, my mother first call

Discipline her watch word.

At dead of the nights she pray

“In this evil world, she would say

I pray oh lord! May he never stray”

Her knees never weak,

Her love ever  meek.

What words can describe my mother’s love

With what deeds can she be repaid?

PROCRASTINATOR ...

Dark clouds fade-

To reveal hidden moon beamed light

Slowly to the land of seasons it steams

At its time

Appointed by Olodumare it shall be back.

Like Sango’s forayed  light

Yet jibbed by he

Mooning idly

Singing ‘morrow shall my

Soul sings it is well

Unnoticed seasons roll by.

I SAW HIM AGAIN

I SAW HIM AGAIN I saw him again Arms raised open wide Like a patriarch’s plea for rain. Face grins smooth radiant hide Looks innocent, eyes bright Sunlit by day,  neon light night. I saw him again Better morrow he assured all, Lips thick, utterance vain. At the wake of khaki falls! For mandate he calls with placards raised. Weapon terror, deeds corrupt Yet for one more terms he begs. I saw him again Bloody knave, desperate for state tool. But we are no fools, Laborers plight he forsook Dilapidated road and structures I look, In expensive convoys he moves Leaving behind trails of blood and tears We are no fools Let us rise to oust him, So that we see him no more.

Exiled Journey

                                                 Exiled Journey

The journey is the departure. The departure is exile, leaving behind all that is dear. Childish enthusiasm might prevail at the commencement of a journey but it takes discipline and firm creed to achieve its purpose.thank God I am blessed with the fellowship of like minds, sympathy, education and social ties should is the bound that prevail at all times in my quest. I congratulate your courage (for even reading my smokey blog),yet , i challenge you to freeze time and immortalize your brains in the noblest way imaginable.

Transcend internal borders and see what many has refused to see.I intend to Document history devoid of prejudice,establish facts to aid the future generation, demystify superstitions and reshape knowledge.so as to enthrone art and science in its purest form.welcome to my world, we are leaving our knowledge comfort zone embarking on a journey unknown.