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                           The Boiling Cauldron     

We came here

To live…in peace

We came…to find love

We aimed…to share friendship

And hoped…to fully embrace life

To savour the cooling breeze of nature

We sailed long…long distance

From the warmth embrace

Of our mother’s womb

To inhale the healing scents

Of paradise earth

We came…

To work and tilt the ground

Forever cultivate harmony

On the lush green

Of this globe-like plantation

Alas! We found nothing

Nothing…but strange scurrying bodies

Violently lurking in the shadow

Of the moonlight blaze

Like some turbulent frictions

On an extremely hot galaxy

Gold flaming, silver burning

Bronze melting, copper fuming

Ocean surging, global warming

Forest blazing, poisonous gas poluting

Earth quaking, flood invading

Power tussling, arms proliferating

Scurrilous rumours spreading, war lingering

Al-qaeda deadly, al-shabbab scary

ISIS daring, boko-haram alarming

Mass weapon destructing, deadly terror striking

Sociopolitical acrimony ravaging,

Ethno-religious struggles consuming

Battles raging, men fighting

Gun shattering, blood shedding

Suicide commissioning, bomb blasting

Love fading, hatred ruling

Peace failing, harmony falling

Hope dying, determination wanning

Soul shaking, heart breaking

Aids killing, fear soaring

Hunger maiming, poverty biting

Life’s threatened, home’s drenched in chaos

Oh…this place is nothing

Nothing…but a hot, hot zone

Nothing…but a boiling cauldron.

©adeolagoloba 2015

ALWAYS

Adeola

I try to be the best of me

That’s why always

I try to express myself

In the simplest way, form

And most humble manner

That I am mortally made

Perfectly imperfect and

Handsomely beautiful within

Beauty isn’t skin deep

It transcends far way beyond

The glaring elegant of my

Superfluous image and skin

I am who I allow myself to become

With my maker’s leave and grace

I get what I give

I give what I get

So always

I try to give it my all

 And never ever give up

Always … I try to be the best

The true person I want to be

And not who others want me to be

Or want to see me become

Oh my God! I am perfectly imperfect

This is absolutely OK for me

‘Coz no mortal

Carved of mud water

Is ever perfectly made

I am beautiful within

So now I give you my smile

‘Coz this is all I have

It’s all I can give and share

A reflection of the perfect

Immortal love I have

Deep inside of my heart

It’s quite simple

“Blood, friends, associates or otherwise

If I sense devious tendencies

Negative vibes, fakeness, and mischief

Still, we can remain

Whatever to each other”

But definitely I will keep

My necessary distance

Just so you know

I am that singular person

“Who refuse to participate

In you great conquest of foolery”

Just to make the list

Of people, who you so desperately need

“Running circle ‘round your own world

Especially those with faulty wiring”

But I must let you know

“That I am always good

Where my throne sits”

Without your desperate expectations

 Still, I share with you my grin

 As always …

So through this, you can clearly see

Who I truly am

Far deep inside

‘Coz always … I try to be the best me

Just to be who I am

Deep inside of me

Always … I try to be the only person

That makes and can make me happy

So I can live my best life

The way I wanna live it

If you don’t, you can leave

But if you care

Come join and live this life

With me … ‘coz I am always on the happy

And not ever the sad side of town.

© Adeola Goloba 2014

                                                               
                                                               

THE CHIBOK PREYS

I have been dazed…overwhelmed…and speechless…
I cannot say much or less
But let me at least say this
God! How come our darling daughters
As young, frail and innocents
Have suddenly become dirty preys,
In the ferocious hands of some faceless
Self-acclaimed Holly Hooligans?
"Chai…principal!"
"Do you come with two teachers?"
"You were not informed too...hen?"
Ah! How much more
Our Jungle Sheppard have compromised
To lay us bare in the open
And shamefully leave us
At the mercy of unknown maddening
Day-light marauders?

"She na only you waka come?
Ok...no problem, Continue…"
But I cannot imagine the bitter sore
Of thorny filth of a road these poor queens
Have been made to dreadfully tread
In the face of shocking encounters
With massive and fearful merciless gnomes
These past few agonizing weeks
"What of two teachers…no too?"
"God will see us!"
But please, bring them back!
For our future mothers are not preys
For mindless predators like you to be tortured
And carelessly traded away like common slaves
Across distant borders
Hence to be carnally condemned
To a ruthless journey of no return

"There is God in everything we are doing" o…
But let them go!
For our children’s sacred freedom
Can never be a material subject
Of your unholy negotiation
Oh 2015 Election is beckoning!
Now I see we are a nation
Already reckoning, and
Hopelessly dancing away
To the malicious tunes
Of foreign apocalyptic masters and prophets
Hunm…We must leave this jungle
Where life is nothing but horror
We must leave this jungle
Where leadership is nothing but fake
We must now soar high...and high
On the back of iron beasts of air
Far away from these senseless frays
Of murderous lunatics and feminine hunters
Comrades, now is the time…let’s take that flight
And leave this jungle at once!
But you must know that…"chaiiiiiii!"
For "the blood that I sharing in Bornu"
"There is God o…there is God o o…there is God o o o o o...!"
And every day, tirelessly, I wait…and wait…and wait...
Hopelessly hoping not, that
In the way wake of the sudden seizure
Of the Chibok Preys by the ghost haram
This fierce infectious campaign #BringBackOurGirls
Will forever remain a forlorn undertaking.

 

© Adeola Goloba 2014