Flightless Wings

When a leaf falls from a tree
It flies away like wind so free,
Though it stays for centuries on the floor
It has no voice on branches up
Though it cricks like a dangling door
The floor remain its eternal shop
Blood and flesh are just like a leaf
Though some lie and steal world into pocket
And like Methuselah live,
A second comes for us to kick the bucket;
And all the toil are just in vain
So, stop pouring others pain,
Though like saints we sing the saviour's name
Pretentious acts make the soul defame.

Written 16/12/09 by B.M. Adje

Faces at the ANA/Atiku Abubakar Children Literature Workshop which took place at the American University of Nigeria, Yola, Adamawa State

Yola Sun
Shining! Shining!! Shining!!! Sun!
High burning in Yola!
Oh ah! Oh ah!
You slap me with your burn.

Shining! Shining!! Shining!!! Sun!
When won’t you be on?
Oh ah! Oh ah!
You slap me in Yola.

Written by: Blessed Mudiaga Adjekpagbon
On 16th October 2009, during the
Association of Nigerian Authors
(ANA) / Atiku Abubakar National Workshop
On Children’s Literature which took place between
16-17 October 2009, at Washington Hall of American
University of Nigeria , Yola, Adamawa State , Nigeria .

Some acclaim for Murdered In Buckingham Palace and other poems

In the spirit of sharing the same philosophy of kindness to mankind with Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey 1954-, African-American television host, actress, and media magnate, B. Kosciusko, Miss., as Orpah Gail Winfrey, grad. Tennessee State Univ. (1976). She began her career as a Nashville radio reporter at age 17, worked in television news at 19, and moved (1976) to Baltimore to coanchor a news show. In 1977 she became cohost of a Baltimore morning chat show and in 1984 settled in Chicago to host another talk show. Her charm, easy manner, warmth, gift of gab, and unpretentious style earned the program an enthusiastic audience and soaring ratings. Soon the most popular local talk show, it was syndicated nationally in 1986, becoming the highest-rated such program. Also a talented actress, Winfrey made her motion-picture debut Steven Spielberg 's The Color Purple (1985), and a variety of other movie and television roles followed.

Another poem for late Chief Gani Fawehinmi

Mystical Activism
(Dedicated to late Chief Gani Fawehinmi)
From the womb of blinding-darkness
Sun spring always to smile at dawn
So, wear no garment of hopelessness
For freedom and success may soon be born

Though corruption and nepotism are kings today,
When Nemesis comes with his band to play
Demons die at the altar of truth
Where sycophants can play no flute...

On the Archipelago of heaven's mystical motion
I am gathering etheric arsenals of revolution
To fire and wake you from slumber of cold
That your hearts should be stones of shining gold...

Arise! Arise, all you with spirits low!
I am not dead but active in the flow
Sending inspirations to make you grow,
Oh! Come see how I flow in the glow!

(Poem written September 9, 2009 and published by The Nigerian Compass Newspaper on September 11, 2009)

Comment:

"Poem on Gani, beautiful."

---Felix Omohasun

Editor
The Visitor Magazine
(A culture and tourism publication)
Lagos, Nigeria.

Poem for late Chief Gani Fawehinmi

Gani-ism

Oh somebody, somebody come rescue me

From these ocean of praises,

For I never knew they will overdose me,

Overdose and overdose me with praises

After my tongue can no longer lick…

Even saints who wanted me dead before now

Are singing eulogies cracking my casket,

Somebody save my ears from these eulogies

Eulogies meant for the marines…

But I am not surprised all this while

As it is the average elitist Nigerian style,

Celebrating their heroes

Only when they are gone

Sycophants gather to shoot honours gun…

Saints are shooting

Evil geniuses are hooting

Even as demons are dancing

Cladded in a cacophony of praises.

Did they and do they really like me?

What a people pouring billions on the dead

Than spend a dime to save a starving head!

I can now capture vividly why Mudiaga chooses

To sing some heroes still walking with shoes

For all their goodness to humanity,

Though I wasn’t a recipient of his eulogies

That had earned him a tag of “praise singer”

From a sycophantic bunch of “dead praisers.”

Better a praise singer of the living good

Than a multitude “praisers” of my speechless wood.

Yet, I know my people and my people know me

For in spirit we shall keep on the struggle

In living pens and voices I will continuously rumble.

I Gani, Senior Advocate of the Masses has spoken

In the voice of this pen, healing hearts broken…

(Written 08/09/09 and published by Nigerian Compass and Independent newspapers September 14, 2009 )

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