Category Archives: Poet Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola

I LOVE TO WRITE

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I so much love to write…
This isn’t an insane bite
Don’t ask me why
It’s just my inborn style

On the battlefield, soldiers frown
With musket, police parade the town
Pastors preach

Teachers teach
Jonah likes sleeping
Paul loves preaching
Banana and monkey
The “politrickians” and money

I so much love to write…
This isn’t an insane bite
Don’t ask me why
It’s just my inborn style

Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

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COMMONERS’ FATE

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We are the leaders of the morrow

Dangling as unripened fruits

On our today’s trees of stillness

When our old-today is barren,

How can ‘we’ young tomorrow be born?

We are the leaders of the morrow

Elected by permanent voters’ bullets

To rule the parliament of death

And the national assembly of graves

Who can bring life to our dead dreams?

We are the leaders of the morrow

Minced by the butchers of Sambisa

In the festival of their holy war

Where the tongue of the earth sips deeply

The cold wine, from the breweries of our necks

We are the leaders of the morrow

Married away in the blind noon

With unquestionable and metallic dowries

To become forest wives of human apes

The last sight of our pens and books

We are the leaders of the morrow

Who faced fire and smoked its flame

In the university of spiny assignments

But were later employed as fighting gadgets

In the office of our political potentates

We are the leaders of the morrow

Standing, bending, and kneeling

Lying prostrate and begging the herbalists

Of this our national shrines to allow us

Too, to dine and wine with the gods

The ‘gods’ means the Europeans or the advanced countries.

written by: JAMES T. ABEL ADESITIMI

APOSTLES OF CORRUPTION

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Apostles of corruption are:
The electoral-herbalists!
Of our green-white land
Who steal our cowries of vote
To appease their political gods

Apostles of corruption are:
The newly elected apostles
Who have once preached to us
The gospel of sweetness
But later chameleon to be lies

Apostles of corruption are:
The priests and Imams who bow
Their consciences for coloured-papers
And nurse our national termites
With fasting and thunderous prayers

Apostles of corruption are:
The oiled mouths in parliament
Who read the epistles of foods
While their kinsmen at the root
Are dying of starving everyday

Apostles of corruption are:
Our foolish representatives
In the house of loot
Who speak stony vocabularies
While we hold class beneath trees

Apostles of corruption are:
The federal members
Who forced every student
To study their invented selfishness
In the universities of strike

Apostles of corruption are:
Those mice in black uniforms
And the kleptomaniac body
Who make friends with the rats
And the suckers of our national wealth

Apostles of corruption are:
I and you who refuse to go
Against injustice, lust, fraud,
And all other societal vices
In our respective domains

WHAT IS LOVE?


Tell me, my sweetheart
When coldness embrace the earth
Is love a daffodil that is fresh in our winter?
Why does it whither in the hot summer?

When sun scorches our world with its warmness
The love begins to grow in distress
Oh! What is love?
That travels a journey that is long and curved

At the verge of its glorious end
Love staggers and bends
Lying straight in tears, calling on Hatred
To walk between our harmonious cord

What is love my sweetheart
That later splits us apart?

WRITTEN BY: James T. Abel Adesitimi

TO THE DYING CHURCHES

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My eyes covered the earth as the clouds
That lie flat above valleys and hills

All at once I saw men and their deeds,
In the churches, along the streets,

Some for me, others against my wish
My servants are trading me in the church

Chasing earthly fame that shall soon fade
Oh! My temples become where I can’t abide

For I am the Lord who sits not on defiled throne
I’m not in their churches,for I, they dethrone

Enthroning earthly styles on their altars
Preaching wealth, singing sin, gathering cars

They’ve forgotten the scars I bore on the cross
They’ve turned what should be my gain to loss

Instead, they put on the white aprons of ego
While them I died for, now in hell, others set to go

I’ll come to them again, pleading in their dreams
If they repent, I’ll lead them to my merciful stream

If they don’t, my silence to their sinful tale
Shall rage my wraths on them on the judgment day

     written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

WAKE UP MY MOTHERLAND!

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Nigeria, my motherland!
You doss on this floor of self- slavery
And now your snore has brought famine
To eat up your fertile lands
Your forest of green leaves
Has become a jungle of tears
Where our hopes dangle on withered trees
Your high hills of wealth
Have ‘en brought low
By them who hold the hammers of corruption
And when we questioned their deeds,
They pointed their oiled fingers straight
To delude us with dark ‘bright future’
Oh Wake up, from this act of deceit!
You own bow and quiver full of arrows
But little rodent taunt you!
Shame on you, my motherland!
You call strangers to string your bows
And your offspring are mere laborers
In the farm of the men from across the ocean
Toiling, to take from your barn into their soils!
The explosion of bombs in the north,
Fell churches’ walls to swallow human bodies
With the mouth of infant graves
And your misery is crowned
In the world record of infamy!
Oh Wake up my motherland!
For this dream might lead you unto death!

written by: Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola.

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Amidst dazzling stars….
Successful blossom,
Fantastic moments,
Love and laughter.
We celebrate you as a bard,
who brings happiness to everyone,
Someone who gives more than he gets,
And fills our lives with the joy of poetry.
This enchanting day of yours….
Deserves a royal ceremony.
Have a 365 days of fun around the sun,
May every hour and minute of your life
be filled with sheer delight.
Happy birthday Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola

written by:Muhammad Ahmad Oyereyi