A reflection from the spiritual realm

I am Light
In psychic emblem of ‘Omanuku’ jungle
They dance the dance of initiation rumble
Whether of witchcraft or occult belonging
With young or old blending
Kissing kola nuts, palm fronds, cooked yam,
Fresh foliage stewed with face of jam

I snapped an octogenarian parading virgin breast
Singing modern music though illiterate to the crest

Things inexplicably sway
In climes of spirit and clay
A stew stained yam was offered ‘Onijogbon’
Heavenly standing only for good things born

“He is not eating
But merely chewing
Stylishly spitting it out with rage”
The Chief-initiator alerted comrades

Then my spirit
Spoke to my spirit:
“They now know you can’t belong
But was just playing along
Because you are light
Never to be polluted by powers of night
As there can be no peace between wrong and right”

By: Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon
(Written 24th June 2010 after having a revealing initiation dream about some known mortals). ‘Onijogbon’ is a Yoruba word, meaning someone who argues a lot without giving up, or someone who is very stubborn in pursuing a course.

Comments:
"I am fascinated by this ethereal lines. Light and darkness will never have anything in common. Those who are in Light should not 'conform' or 'blend' to the dictates of false octogenarians spotting "virgin breasts". The challenge of existence in today's complicated world is that many innocent young persons have been conned into engaging into "dances that are not of this world" in the rotund cover of darkness and under the supervision of people who should be positive models in the right time and environment. This is often sadly the picture especially as we march into 2011. Let those who are truly light,remain light. The Lord knows His own. Well done, Mudiaga for pushing me to this dimension. I have thoroughly enjoyed myself."

Ofonime Inyang
Financial Secretary
National Executive
Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA)
Abuja, Nigeria.
Author: After the War and other books

A piece in response to the show of shame (in-fighting) by some Nigerian House of Representatives members

Heavenly Legislative Rascals
Is hell really empty
And all the devils come dining in this territory?

There is a time in life
When things need to be crafted void of strife

Hear this, O you saints manufacturing laws!
Only a ‘nightless’ heart can see without flaws

The mammon you fight for shall come and go
One day like a flash like your clay and soul

Wherefore, what for, O blind travelers!
Is the greed that turns you everyday wrestlers?

One dawn of the highest Oracle’s favour
Is worth more than a century of labour.

(Written By Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon  on 23 June 2010)

Comments: "Oh, I love this poem.
Creative...punchy...brilliant"
Mufu Onifade
Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA)
Lagos member

A poetic reflection on Nigeria's march towards 50 years of independence. And my Canadian friend's picture to feed your faculties.

As We Sail Towards Jubilee
When I was a baby boy
Playing with a toy
Silky songs they fed us with
Though there were little cheats

Silky songs
O silky songs
Silky songs with something to eat
Silky songs with butter and wheat

When I was a little lad
Milking with some cards
Things were not that bad
As we rolled some willing wads

Silky songs
O silky songs
Silky songs were silky stewed
Silky songs we meaty chewed

Now I am a man all over town
Everywhere is painted with frowns
As many things are going wrong
Hardship is biting very strong

Silky songs O silky songs
‘Kpuho-kpuho’ with silky songs
Silky songs O silky songs
Silky songs so strong and wrong

Their dirty games so saintly continue
Though we are so black and blue
With healing hope getting few and few
Masses flesh they chew anew

Silky songs O silky songs
Silky songs so wrong and strong

Where are we going
With these silky songs?
What are you doing
With their silky songs?

(Written May 31, 2010, and published by Compass Newspaper on June 6, 2010)

Comment:
"...I really like the poem...this silky songs."
-Gabriel Y. Adebiyi
Author: Rhapsodies of a Corper.

Poem: From Your Sexy Guy

She is an angel with an enthralling face,
Smooth baby-like skin space,
Her voice melts my mind like milky melody;
But do I understand her?
She plants my heart with tender scars
Though they say no man can fully drink
The labyrinths of an Eve,
Oh would she take me to her sink?
I weave sighs of milky heaves
Each time I catch your charming eyes
All my life sorrows say good bye.

Front/back cover of the new edition of "When the King cries and other stories,"

Just me and Prince Bola Ajibola, former Nigeria's Attorney General and Minister of Justice, glancing at a copy of Dynamic Verses, I autographed for him, during the 3-day NIPSS First organized International Conference, at the International Conference Center, Abuja, recently

WHO ARE YOU FOLLOWING?

(Dedicated to President Barak Obama of U.SA.)
I have snapped the picture
The picture of my future
With a loving family
Loaded with thoughts heavenly
And zeal of helping mankind
On the desktop of my mind

I have snapped the picture
The picture of my future
As my own boss
To never dine with any evil camp
For in God’s avenue there’s no suicide or loss
As providence and care is His lamp

He could transport you anywhere
As long as you are willing to be there
For a blind man cannot describe a rainbow
Unless the one with eyes makes him know
What type of seeds have you been sowing?
What fruits have you been harvesting?

By:
Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon
Written 6th January 2010.

Comments on poems here by readers:
"...lovely poems...They remind me of some of the Sufi poets and also the Christian metaphysical poets. Elegant and imbued with a quietness that bespeaks a contemplative mind."
---Djelloul Marbrook
www.djelloulmarbrook.com