JUST LOST A SOLDIER

JUST LOST A SOLDIER.

To our hero who fell,
the belief-difference is clear,
You, our bold town crier,
now in the coins’ belief of the Chiefs.

to the wounded cells of our broad left,
our faith must bear the burden,
don’t soil this ideology with fiscal lies.

This ideology of common wealth
is ancestral; your new baptism isn’t.
But I hope our tongues are still awake,
to the voices of our mourning realities.

ENOCH OJOTISA*
poetojotisa@gmail.com
www.akewiartshouse.com

THE TOWN CRIER IS LONG GONE

THE TOWN CRIER IS LONG GONE
The gong has sounded,
the town crier’s feet departs,
our land is warned of the perilous years ahead,
yet the people abuse the messenger,
and neglect the message of truths and freedom.
As usual, the gong is despised,
with “I don’t care attitude”,
the town crier is Judged,
mocked for his looks and spirituality,
harassed for his means of delivering  the message.
The town crier is a Prophet,
his gong was music and writing, yes,
weapons of warning and struggle,
his crew, made of determination and truth,
yet his “openness” killed him; death of conspiracy.
The town crier’s prophecies are now in action,
his words now bite us into reality, now we cry,
our souls long to have the town crier again;
but his was just to warn and not to be our deliverer,
his gong is left with us, for us to hear and act.
Stand up people, pick up his gong,
music is a weapon,
writing is a weapon,
you, the victim is also a weapon of struggle and freedom,
dare to stand, ask, stay, fight and be free.

ENOCH  OJOTISA

TEARS OF MEMORIES

TEARS OF MEMORIES

Whisper these words now,
“I love you Sanmi”, Helen,
remember I’m still that friend,
that friend who ran errands for you,
the friend who gave you answers
In your primary one arithmetic exam.

I know your name is Omotinuolawa,
Mother called you Tinuola,
neighbors called your father by your name,
“Baba Tinu”
everyone called me by your name,
“Ore Tinu”
even our teacher, Aunty B called me,
“Oko Tinu”.

On 20th Nov 2006
you matriculated.
You left for Lagos to study,
I left for Abeokuta to learn a trade;
On 12th July 2010,
You convocated.
You came home,
to Ibadan to celebrate.
I returned to our source,
to celebrate with you,
“I ore Omotinuolawa”.

It was only then you waved,
Like a beauty that you’re;
showing me your left hand,
you said you were engaged,
to who I angrily asked, you said,
“Oh to Engineer Tade Collins”.
You bade me goodbye and said,
“Awww Sanmi, you’re nothing to me but a friend”.

Now it’s six years after,
no child yet, a divorce too;
you came home to mourn and seek
your childhood love;
I came from Abuja with Ajoke,
to celebrate my second born,
you should have remained Omotinuolawa,
now as Helen, you are nothing to me,
nothing but a mistress.