AJE! – Adewale Sobowale
Adult has you not; Must look here and there; Just for you! You’re not around; Everything must clam Up! Until your Rich presence! People, up and about Badly need you Those looking for you In ways unfit ‘Re yet to know If they do They won’t dare to I’m prepared For your entry Want to […]
Happy – clappy – Adewale Sobowale
Here they go So they blow. Blessings upon you And you too. You’re only right After paying tithes. Pay your first fruit From unlimited loot. Daddy GO’s pet A brand new jet. So many churches Members with less riches. Do as I say To make a way For prosperity, Else continuous austerity. If you’re churchless […]
The white cane! Opa Afoju!! – Adewale Sobowale
You’ve taken the cane from the blind; You’re now mocking him; Maybe your parents Never told you About Iroko and the child who abused it! The grand old tree might not do anything, at least, for now; You would have forgotten your offence before it reacts! Rich and influential; You make away with our commonwealth; […]
London Tailor! – Adewale Sobowale
Away we go; Our sense of purpose to find; That our homes fail us to find; Not even relevance: Only in our various Londons we can shout – Eureka! Londons in UK, Americas, France, Belgium, Germany, Etcetera! Some of us would have even gone to fight on the side of Russia; You know to be […]
Greying me! – Adewale Sobowale
Hmm… Some years ago; I wrote on my balding pate; Another year, on the greying hair I did write! I never knew growing to be a senior was yet to be done with me; I’ve started growing a grey tuft on my moustache! I do adore my moustache because it’s especially good for ferreting out […]
OLD BOYS – Adewale Sobowale
Where’s he going? Should’ve been But hasn’t Yet to arrive. We grew together But missed he the way And totally missed If there’s eternity. Papa told his story One starry night You lived together Long while ago. Things have changed I’m made, men! He an old pauper Lock the door. as
HARMATTAN – Adewale Sobowale
We’re dry Not because We never tried All got lost We worked And prayed They strawed Our miserly pay Harmattan’s here Everywhere’s dry Here and there Nothing to fry So much hope When it rains No more loss It’s payday. as
