Monthly Archives: February 2017

ILEKE

a_ileke

 

I watch from a mile

I hear the wall whispers

To the scars I bear

Ileke yi o gbodo ja

 

the wall whispers

Tottering and muttering like bees

Our Ivory towers in chains

Love-struck like a ‘skulboy’

With wanton ‘koruption’

As the future jets off in chimney

Dreams in shackles like Virginia slaves

 

Hope, serving terms at olokuta

Truth, elegantly lodges at kirikiri

As herds of disillusioned Alphas

Merrily jam

at

Aso

Alausa

Alagbaka

 

Ileke yi o gbodo ja

the wall whispers

tottering and muttering

Like a drunk angry ghost

 

…their sirens blare

this house buckles

blood tar the highways

this house buckles

cruel carnages beautify the roads

this house buckles

the price of stables balloons

this house buckles

 

…their sirens blare

this house jarates with oriki

that mints may fill the air

Hypothesized poor souls

schooled by poverty

 

I hear the wall whispers

Is this the change we demands?

Are these the Alphas we crave?

Is this the house we envisage?

 

I hear the wall whispers

wailing like a mother in labour

muttering prayers to “Eledua”

Ileke yi o gbodo ja

this

house

must

not

fall

© Adeoluwa C. Adekunle

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