I am neither a Poet nor a good writer but I love expressing myself the only way I could which is putting it down black on white because I am an introvert.


1. BROTHERS

The same old marks on our arrows
We used to hunt antelopes deep inside the forest of Gwoza
Are now what I see in those arrows in the lifeless bodies,
Rotten away in the furrows
All around the street of Baga
And you said we are brothers.


I saw a bright light from afar,
Shining brightly just like the old days at the front of the house of Alfa
But they told me its been razed down by Usman
Our same old gay and happy home
Have now turned to a house of Kaffir
But you said we are brothers


You remembered when you Iyaye came to our Gidan? For my sister's hand in marriage?
Your eyes were glittering then like gold because you are marrying your jewel.
Yes, you always slaughtered a ram everytime she bore you one of your children.
You beheaded her yesterday, so I heard
For she is now a daughter of an infidel
And you are still claiming we are brothers!


Your Iyaye and in-laws has been killed.
Our favourite forest is now my abode,
I now sleeps on those lovely branches.
Yes, lest I forget, Azeezat your beloved daughter,
She has died from the venom of the deadly cobra.
Yet you says we are brothers!


I thought we share the same belief
But yours is making me bereaved.
Last I heard; you placed a bounty on my head,
You want my head on a plate
Everything is now in disarray
But you said we are brothers!


2. SHE REFUSED

We were young
I will touch you!
Don't touch me!
I will hold you!
Don't hold me!


The dowry, my parents paid
Yet they accepted!
Bringing her to my house as custom required
She cried!
Because she refused.


Lay on my bed
She said no!
handling her breast
She shouted Oh!
Yes because she refused.


We are old.
I am coming!
She said come!
Now she brags this is my child
But she once refused!


3. I WAS DEAD

Simultaneously,
I was marrying my daughter off
Also I was warming my new house
Fully immersed in the euphoria of joy
But I could also felt the uneasiness
Deep through my marrow to veins
Even though for the past eight months
I have been feeling the better part of me departing
To form another part in a strange land
Yes I gave my daughter away in marriage
But in that moment; oh that moment!
Scissors in hand, ribbons already tied
My shaking hands ready to cut it off in ecstasy
All of a sudden it happened!
The life in me evaporated
Into that strange part in an unknown land
I could see the despair in my wife's eyes
Then my eyes fluttered open to see a lady in white
"It is a boy" she said
I broke into tears but she was smiling
Because you now have a baby boy
For my loss I was grieving
And for your gain you were smiling
Mysterious and funny I sound?
But I tell you, I was dead.

Copyright Marioking...for your own good do not copy!!!

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You people can really dampened someone's morale!

Nice collections.

I can't fathom the last poem . At first, I thought of a dying man then he metamorphosed into a newly born child.

What's the message?

Your second arrival ?

marioking:


You people can really dampened someone's morale!

Poignantly written.

Tinkybabe:
Nice collections.

I can't fathom the last poem . At first, I thought of a dying man then he metamorphosed into a newly born child.

What's the message?

Your second arrival ?

it's a tale of a new born baby. I was trying to fathom how the previous life of a newly born child was, hence my imagination that he was marrying his daughter off and also warming his newly built house and his after life was cut short. I thought newly born child were crying because they died from their former life.
Just my fictions

texanomaly:


Poignantly written.

You mean this post you quoted or the poems?

If its both then you are absolutely right!

marioking:


You mean this post you quoted or the poems?

If its both then you are absolutely right!

I meant the poems, but I guess it could pertain to both. Sorry it took so long. Real life takes precedence over my NL life.

texanomaly:


I meant the poems, but I guess it could pertain to both. Sorry it took so long. Real life takes precedence over my NL.

Thanks for keenly scrutinizing the poems then.

timpaker:
Nice piece. I love the poem with the refrain "We are brothers". I can really picture them as real as they are. Welcome bro. Sorry for responding late ( I didn't get the mention)

How I wish average Nigerian can put themselves into the shoe of those poor and helpless people over there in the northern part

marioking:


You people can really dampened someone's morale!

Hey hon, I'm extremely sorry for my behaviour, been so busy dealing with some stuff lately, including a loss. But I gotta say your poems are full of imagery, the scenarios can be easily imagined, and they're just beautiful and really interesting, cuz I enjoyed going through everything. Please keep it up!

my collections must not fade like that..... hian in continuing jo

Gone with the Dust

I could sense her pain
It was all written in plain
Its all loss and no gain
We couldn't even say hi again
It wasn't meant to be this way!


That paths that was once lovely
Now holds rage in its fiery
Even though I wished to say hi
She wouldn't respond cos of jittery
And it wasn't meant to be this gloomy!


We met and it was all rosy
My lips and hers always enveloped in kiss
We thought it would all be blissy
Sometimes life is such bitchy
It wasn't meant to be this unlucky!


We'd hoped it would last

It was like love class
Don't know it was all a cast
It has now gone with dust

Copyright of Omooba. 12/11/2015

Are you both marioking and omooba, Oloniyan?

Your number one poem is so so good! How did I miss it?

JigsawKillah:
Are you both marioking and omooba, Oloniyan?

Yes my brother

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JigsawKillah:
Your number one poem is so so good! How did I miss it?

I wrote it when the killings in the north east was at the climax. I lost some people over there so I just picked up my pen and this began to flow

WHERE AM I?

The day is so quiet
One cannot even hear the coerce sounds of those crickets
Sobbing like a Muppet
i throb on slowly like undertakers with heavy casket


Birds are not chirping
Cars are not moving
Humans are not even at sight
Not a single sign of life on site


Head on hand
While full of dread
Standing alone
Pacing in the lone road
I could only muster some shouts
WHERE AM I?


Omooba2016

NB The full version of this and PEACE AT WAR will be posted soon

Peace at war

In my quest for Peace
looking for Bliss
i was met with war
full blown and fiery one
undaunted, i surged on
your strength i relied on.


O mother of life
in wariness i stand before you
naked, empty without strife
even I have lost all clues
where art thou O you daughters
come back for your hut has scattered


Wolves snarling
Vultures hovering
Carcass rotten
atmospheres condensing
People minding their daily routines.


Nothing is more appealing
O mother of life
stand up to help your wards survive!
before we start warring again for Peace.