Obaba Museum

Tag: Poems

  • A Bond So Strong (Ode To A Loving Soul)

    A Bond So Strong (Ode To A Loving Soul)

    I would never have believed that a bond so strong could be formed within a year.

    We were of different tribes but it never mattered; our sisterly love would never wear.

    The chit-chats we had; the way we helped each other…

    I never knew those things bound us together.

    The discussions about life, relationships, and careers…

    I guess all those broke the barriers.

    Your selflessness is rare, your love had no boundaries

    I wish my nation would learn from us and unite despite the tributaries…yes, just like the River Benue and River Niger which they say separate us as east, west, north, and south.

    Seeing your belongings all gathered up as you prepare to return to your home…

    I wonder if it wouldn’t have been better if we never left our homes.

    Because the pain I feel inside is so intense, it’s as though I have a blister… yes, a blister within my soul.

    You’re a friend turned sister… a soul-lifter.

    I know this pain won’t last forever…

    We’ll definitely meet again – wherever

  • Pain

    Pain

    You fell down and scraped your knee
    Ouch that hurts
    But it isn’t painful
    Or you’re cutting vegetables for dinner
    Then you cut your finger
    Oh no! you’re bleeding
    It hurts so much
    It’s still not pain
    Ever lost a loved one?
    Someone so valued and cherished
    The realization that you’ll never see them again
    Your hearts skips a beat 
    But not the type that gives you butterflies 
    Imagine this too
    You and your partner just had a fight 
    There was shouting and cursing 
    Then suddenly they say ‘it’s over’
    For a split second, you freeze 
    Your hearts drops to your stomach 
    ‘You’re joking right’, you said
    They are silent, staring back at you 
    You walk out on them
    On to the streets, walking home
    For some reason, the air is different 
    Your hands are getting heavy
    Your visions blurry
    You’re fighting to hold back your tears
    Or you worked so hard for a project 
    Sleepless nights and stressful days
    Giving it your all
    ‘This is going to be great’
    And the day of submission comesBut you didn’t win the prize
    Your spirit dampens 
    You feel empty and lost
    Probably it goes like this for you
    Your best friends
    Who will always have your back
    They betrayed you
    Then it burns in your chest
    And stings in your head
    All those feelings
    The skip in your heartbeat 
    The dropping of your heart
    Your blurring vision
    That dampening spirit 
    The burn in your chest
    And the emptiness that follow
    The sorrow that brings tears
    And acrimony bearing bitterness 
    They all bring us back to one thing
    Pain
  • A Play In The Jungle

    A Play In The Jungle

    Who ever knew that the Lion was not-too-old to run?
    Or who knows why when the cub entered the bout
    He was called a sheep—a black sheep?
    But either ways, the cat family must lay claim to the throne

    Now, even the wolf wants to lead the flock
    Because this is the jungle; where anything goes

    I can't remember being taught the drama technique 
    That sidelines the main characters in a play
    Having them sit as the audience
    Watching as jesters play
    Power games with their fate.
    In this play where every actor is a clown.

    It's funny how only the climax determines the drama's genre
    And how I can already predict 
    That this farce will end in a devastating tragedy
    In this play where no one follows the script
    Every character struggling to steal the spotlight


    It's probably no coincidence that 
    Cheetah and Cheater are homonyms
    Because either can win this race in the jungle

    Every virulent animal has stepped up to the line
    They are on their marks
    The stadium goes quiet
    As we await the bang like our lives depend on it.
  • Fading Rays of Light

    Fading Rays of Light

    Hmmm! 
    'It is well', I keep mumbling to myself,
    At least there's a little ray of light, right?

    Even when it seems hopeless I still believe that by simple chance the creator orchestrates a means of relief.
    The Holy Book 📖 says that hope doesn't disappoint,
    But right now I'm really having a mental duel within;
    Is the tragedy I now face the produce of seeds sown in years of ignorance,
    Or this is simply one of the few cases beyond hope's jurisdiction.

    What do you do when suddenly you lose visibility?
    At least, I still have the privilege of expression through the pen I now wield.

    Who knows what tomorrow brings?
    Strangely enough, not even the prophets do,
    At least the weatherman admits cluelessness in this matter.

    So, till then we could only take the posture of blind beings resigned to fate.
  • Heat Palaver!

    Heat Palaver!

    I envy the way you fight back when it’s hot
    Rolling up your sleeves
    To reveal
    Your broad chest and pecs
    Squared shoulders raised up high
    Your dumbbell arms
    All laying bare
    Your customier has indeed been creative
    At the Sun’s peak
    You have no need for cotton and silk for your trunk and upper extremities
    Except for lower extremities
    Just nature’s apparel
    For you is fine

    I wish I could fight back
    But my seamstress designed
    the torso of my clay jacket
    With a valley I cannot reveal
    Mounted betwixt 2 hills
    Hidden within my hills are rivers
    Flowing with milk and honey
    For the thirsty ones yet unborn
    For this reason I am clothed
    Often
    With sparse clouds
    And so torridity still conquers me
    But when the south wind comes
    I shall bask in the sheep’s wool
    And victory will be mine!!!

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