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Ifedayo Oshin
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The Pink Lady With Yellow Candle-La-Bra
12/23/05 |
Tell me friend
How best to paint a woman
Brilliantly colorful and extremely fastidious
Who is an African princess
Blending aggression with femininity
And radiates grace, charm and suppleness
The marks of womanhood
A woman who bathes in array of candlelight
With an usual candor for candle-la-bra
Chatty, cheery, and pardonably cheeky
Materialistic, Modern, and Maiden
Exuberant, Extrovert
Rosy and Rounded
Opinionated and Opportunistic
Meticulous and
Annoyingly Anorak
A woman who is gorgeously trendy
A wonderful volunteer, a touching friend
With big searching eyes
Talk about the lady also known as
Meroma
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Still, Love
01/01/06 |
...Still...Love
The water stirred
Residues turn unsettled
Colored and blurred
Crystal clear after calm
An all I see still is
An order of love
Both of our hearts
Safe for momentary chase of the winds
That now takes its toll
When ships of this magnitude
Together on the same sea
Must voyage
Partners in progress they may be
But the sea knows no sentiments
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Since I Met You, Birdie
02/01/06 |
I laugh now, more
talk and think
now more
I smile a lot more
I am shocked, confused
and wonder
Now, a lot more
My heart ache
crave and long
Now, a lot more
My passion rise, steady and fall
Now a lot more
I meet, know, like and love
Many more people
Now more
Many People more,
Now a lot more
Meet, know, like and love me
I create and write
Now, a lot more
Ideas, inspirations and words
Fight for space in my mind and mouth
A lot more now
Since I met you, Birdie
Nothing has remained the same;
Your hands, your voice
Your eyes, your mouth
And greatest of all
Your great heart
Has made all difference
All the more
Since I met you, Birdie!
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Prophetic Prospect
02/15/06 |
Come words! And do my bidding
Arise figures!
And play my words to songs
Clink! You metal, you ogene
For a prophet of a prince
The unborn king among a proud race
With frames inches to the throne
Bearing the marks of honor
He walks stealthily by the corridor of power
Imbued with the drive of a dream
Behold! a Joseph usurps the throne
And to judgment arrives a Daniel
He sojourns to return
Far beyond the great Niger divide
First at Warri, Owerri, then Lagos
Via Umuahia and all the way up
He's tall and so stretches to the heights
Clothed in the regalia of greatness
In the mould of Chuba and the Mandiba
Eyes beclouded with vision in the horizon
His mind with the people in fusion
Hands fingered with diligence and doggedness
Behold! a prince that wears a crown
IK---IKECHUKWU, the heir of Ogbonna
My dear friend across the Niger.
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Ode Lady Anne
03/12/06 |
I'll never fail
thee to haileven when I ail
with ginger ale
I'll be hearty and gale
even though I face a gale
steady still will be my sail
and surely, I'll be on the rail
by your side to tell the tale
of how I fught tooth and nail
to get you this bale
of finest Arabian veil
to shield your skin from growing pale
and for your eyes not to wail
even if the sun may trail
but if I must go, I'll mail
and send you flowers by pail
and a puffy puppy without a tail
or a big barking male
born and bred in Yale.
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Moon At Noon
03/27/06 |
I was lying leisurely on my back
on mid-morn Monday of May second
My gaze and glance heavenbound
The cloud forming into mountainous sheet, i observed
And disintegrating, like surf they dissolved
Disintegrated but in characters so hieroglyphics
Like Michelangelo's renaissance sculptural acrobatics
Through it i had a permitted view
Of the noon by its arc in lieu
Of its fullness, without its alluring presence
Stripped of its illumining essence
Appeared grey, blue and off-white
Stood plainly and passively tight
Like a lone spectator in an arena
So, the moon at noon seen but no sooner
Gone, like a spy that was almost unmasked
In conspiracy by the uniting cloud concealed
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Who Am I Without You
04/01/06 |
What is a king
without a crown?
Or a great music performer
without a listening audience
A cocktail party
without cheerful guests?
What is beauty
without a beholder?
A work of art
without an admirer?
What is wealth
without none to share?
A joke, a story
without no noe to hear and laugh?
And what is life
without no one to live with?
Who am I
without you?
My eyes without your sight
My mouth without your ears?
My heart,
without your fond memories and living thoughts
My existence
without your presence and absence
Who am I without you?
For I am, because you are
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Will Change Change
04/30/06 |
1.
What will happen to change?
Will change change as all things?
Or will it develop immunity
And embrace hypocrisy?
Will change resist change
And go against its doctrinaire?
Why, will change change not
Should nothing be permanent, even change?
Since change is also a thing.
2.
Our world changes daily by seconds
Our lives in the roller-coaster of time
The noon gives way to the moon
The dawn turns dusk
At intersections of these:
One enters, another exits
One moans, another mourns
One rejoices, one regrets
In the spate and space of time;
A jungle becomes a haven
The oblivious became renowned
Riches become ruins
All on the altar of change
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When Positive Is Negative
05/30/06 |
An outcast
fit only for the lepers' colony
A burden
big beyond bear
A huge bear
too ugly to hug
An unwanted stranger
to family, friends and foes
A perfect tool
for Government's propaganda
A clean cover
for Health Ministry's graft
A sure means
for Activists' foreign AIDS and funds
A goldmine
for multinational pharmaceutical giants
An alien
in the place of her birth
Technically, they also call me
HIV/AIDS positive person
For nicety, I am also known as
"PLWHA"
Why then do you wonder
That we're wheeled into morgue slabs
Time before our fixed time?
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The White In Every Black
11/10/06 |
In every hideous frown I see
I know, relish and can tell
The beauty and riches of a smile
And I discover,
The poverty of a frown.
From every words spoken
I learn and can tell
The comfort and magic of good words
Timely and rightly uttered
And I can appreciate
The pain and worthlessness of bad words
Thoughtlessly expressed
With every hatred
I feel and enjoy
The invigorating power of love
And find
The deadening weakness of hateful heart
From every negative thought
I see the light, the flight and might of positive ones
And,
The darkness, the failure and dullness of negative ones
There is white in every black!
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