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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Oyekun Ika (oyekun bika)

These are brutal times
These are terrifying times
These are times like no other
Scream the oppressed from the minarets of their mind
Only to wake up moments later
Alone in bed
Face buried in pillow
Crying to an audience of one
Nothing changed
Each generation's downtrodden
Fills the oceans of despair with their tears
A painting drawn over and over again
Each time with new faces and backdrops
Different yet oddly similar
When viewed from a distance
Eyes blurred
The mind sees our problems
Remain unchanged
Oppression
Greed
Fear
Judgement
The strange irony is that
More often than not the powerless
When given power
Act very much like the oppressors they
Fought just days before
There is not a single one
Among us
Who has not given in to the temptation of
Judgement
It is sadly
Human
In fact I would wager many of you are
Right now
Judging me for these words
Change is not made in
Minutes
Hours
Days
Change is made in
Months
Years
Decades
Don’t for a second think you are
Better than your oppressors
They too were children once
Suckling on their mother’s breast
We can only do this together
We will only survive by
Recognizing the demons that
Live within us all
Remaining vigilant in keeping them at bay
Always thinking to ourselves
There but for the grace of Luck go I

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Contemplation on Odi Meji

Sometimes our choices
Weigh upon our hearts
Like a dense fog
Settling on a desolate midnight road
Usually there's nothing to do but
March forward knowing
Night turns to day
Inevitably allowing the sun to
Burn through

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Odi Ika ( Idi Ika )


I’m not happy knowing
You’ve simply read my words
It doesn’t give me pleasure if
You skimmed a passage or two
I won’t feel accomplished because
You’ve heard about my work
That means
Absolutely
Nothing
I want each line to
Punch you in the gut and
Knock the wind out of you
Leaving you gasping for more
I want my ideas to
Rip apart your reality and
Litter your world with crushed beliefs
Forcing you to rebuild your mind 
Slowly
Thoughtfully
Brick by brick
I want these visions to
Release you from the jail of your existence
Leaving you free to breathe truth
So deeply your lungs burn and
Tears stream from your eyes
Broken
Is just another word for
Potential
Lost
Assumes you need to be
Found
Alive
Isn’t just a passing state
It’s how you should feel
Every moment
Climb your mountain
Reach the top
Scream to the world
Am 
Me

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Otura Osa

Songs of summer waft gently through my ears
A cacophony of chirping in the air
Melting into a crescendo of cicadas
My symphonic past
Draws me inward
Pictures painted on the canvas of
Yesterdays from a distant past
Where has it gone
My youth
Replaced by a new cast
Different
Echoing my stories with their own
There is something about
Returning home
Familiar
Different
Memories surge then fade
Like dark chocolate that finishes
Sweet and bitter on the palate
I am not who I was
Though I have always been me
Here
I am just a ghost
Passing through

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Contemplation on the odu Odi Meji

Wrapped in your flurry of
Tea driven madness
I caught your eye
Like tea leaves
Hitting hot water
Melting into a
Sweet release
Freeing the
Aroma of you
into the afternoon air
Close your Assam soaked eyes
Let loose your tightly curled thoughts
Savor the bitter sweet notes I created for you

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Odi Obara

What is a memory?
It has weight
Though it can't be put on a scale
It has form
Though it can't be seen
It has emotion
Though it can't laugh or cry
It has voice
Though it can't speak
It is our past
Though it is always present
It is real
Though it only exists in our minds
It is unique
Though it belongs to everyone
It is a riddle
Though it has no answer
It is the key
That unlocks the door to
Truth

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Obara Iwori

Two lefts then a right
Or is it
Two rights then a left
I navigate my middle years
Like a lost tourist
Stunned by the
dizzying array of
Sights to see
Places to go
People to visit
As I fumble
Here and there
I find the maps I bought
Useless
Outdated seconds after my purchase
I take comfort
Knowing at the end of the day
I'll come home to you
Thank you