Alo!
Alooooo!!
Alooooooooooooo!!!
In a planet of thinking dust,
Once dwelt a single man and wife,
These gave birth to replica offspring,
Products of predestined couples, they bore,
To cause a continuity of the ‘’mythos of the spring.’’
At this age of antiquity,
There dwelt only one heritage and being,
Relations wedded relations; brother wedded sister,
This endured for long,
Until that ticking time,
That hour of confusing jobs,
When the universe was dispersed,
And multi lingua franca was born.
Time sailed past time,
Hour swam through hour
Years spent through year
And man exodused into this contemporary time
This our time of nostalgic lass
Our ‘asiko’ of almost pretty queens
Now in vogue, men and lads of sagging pants
Asiko wa lawa,aye yi a je e pe
We are the brands of innovative giants
We are refined models of sophisticated jewels
We are new technologies sought by all
We are youths, hoping in mind to be couples
Fine from my cradle
I was a lamb of spotless skins
A hind of enticing ribs
A deer of captivating graphics
Once in history, I was pure like an olive tree
Original like the universal nature
My feminine maiden endeared me with motherly milk
I found succour and serenity in her woolly caress
That even when the sun rages and bites
And the weather climate finds inimical caprice
My skin becomes even fresher than a green leaf.
But now, civilization and fashion have annexed me
Artificial beautification has reigned empress in me
On my facial orbit are found different colours
My face is now a canvass for artistic decorations
On my feet are gladiator boots pulling me higher
Taller than even my natural height,
My skirts are now tattered rags
For I need to Google my husband.
Great I must be
Like the wit of Romeo’s romantic skills
Fine like the cadets of fire
Elegant, tall and handsome like the son of Kish
Who later became the first king
I nurse the zeal to bring to my feet
A legion of pretty damsels
A swam of cosmopolitan fishes
By the river bank I shall sit and watch
At night, I shall hope to hook them with my bait
Hope to entice them with my swags
From my lips shall shoot forth kisses of rhetoric
In my heart are venoms of deceit expelled
Sweet tongue and horny lips are my oral devices
I need to be ostentatious and displayable
From me, God’s work of art shall be admired,
Those were all the songs I sung,
Yet upon all my showy advertisement
I still retain my bachelor status
Send forth home your wandering thoughts
Into the womb of nature; the cave of salubrious succour
Look at your past and trace it to your present
See how you have strayed sway from your original lane.
When a mortal believes he’s wiser than his ancestors
They make a pawn of him,
From the caucus of the gods,
Are humorous rejoice jeered in the soil of
Intangible beings.
Children of ascending steps
Mount with care on this stairway
So that the golden pitcher on your head
Will not melt at the heat of tormenting toils
When salt loses its taste
And the lion king trembles in his hunting valour
The hope of an auspicious crop is crumbled
The fill of the jungle beast is awry,
Pay heed lads and lass, that you
Don’t flash like thunder.
Vessels of Change,
Change is all the world entails,
Youths of nowadays linger astray,
But you are change agents,
Redeemed by the stain of the nail;
The nail that killed him unto that day.
Vessels of Change,
You should be changers of rusting vessels,
When the cosmos ends to its ruin,
A change must reign as an unexpected rain.
Gird your paths; great youths of today,
Today is your age; tomorrow might be your grey age,
A grey age when strength is spent,
When power is defeated,
Reasoning has been diluted.
The race for you is still on a race,
Relent not on the way,
That you won’t be trampled on by
Over ambitious race. Be Vessels
Of Change,
That you will stand. Unique, Fulfilled
On that stage of the Litany of Saints.
- Babajide Michael Olusegun
- Babajide Michael Olusegun
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