Our London in Africa
Behold the the giant of Africa on kukuruku's hill
Few hours ago, I slept without taking a pill
After a seven and half day of lockdown
Denying us an access to downtown

Behold a country where all live in tranquillity
Leaders with a great sense of accountability
Dawn and dusk of economic stability
Jake said "This vision is getting blurry"
I questioned " For how long are we going to live in penury?"

Religious sentiment, where hath thou?
I will go the land of no return, thou hath vowed
Together with you, corruption
So that all will live without affliction

Nobody would deny the sweet taste of our national cake
They also merry. the creatures in our lake
High standard of academic quality
And a low quality of inequality

Sneezed, as I inhaled the fume from my neighbor's generator
Get your chores done, granny whispered
And get your food from the crisper
So, all I had was a dream of our London in Africa
We await the man who will make it come through in our own land
So that the labour of our heroes past will not be in vain.
           -'Bintan Ola
           ©|2020

oh broken mirror!
Thou hath sick
Refusing to paint our image
Unexplainable fracture

Vibrant *** lethargic souls
Shattered horizon
And this crimson roses bed
Does thy life destroy.
                         -'Bintan Ola

Wholehearted confession
From a pierced, fugitive heart
wandering in the wilderness of emotion
And guided by ecstatic rays.
oh love oh love!
Thou hath broken my bones ,pierced my heart
but lackadaisically,
I choose to be a subject to your kindness.  
    -'Bintan Ola

Strangers in the land of sanguinolent inhabitants
Wandering in the forest of shattered hope
Beheaded, shadows of righteous witness
Little thee *** a widowed orphan
And territory covered in dirt and magnolia leaves.

Thirsty for tasty spicy
Tardy latter days of visualisation
yearning of our souls, albeit impecunious
longing incessantly to own a *** of tarmasalata
Norms beheaded, of course we ain't the wretched son of a pauper
plastic spoon turns silver, someday the table will turn
we will own pakora and samosa
with a tantalising subtle lemony taste
oh-oh-one our language
But soon, we'll throw a birthday party
with hamburger patty
Rays on our green pasture
The sun will smile, moon will grin
Then, our murmur will transmute into voices
Quenched! our thirst for tasty spicy.

Unfortunate Inception
Reminiscence of yesteryear washed my cheek with tears
with legs crossed and palm on cheek,
listening to aves as they squeak
Could this be a mere irony or the genesis of slavery
but which and whatever,
should our ancestors be blamed for being non Challant?

Albeit drained in love,
love which can't be given to its offspring, a dove
but once the heart has a hole, it affects the body as a whole
our ancestors can much more perseverate
They did even give us memory, this late
memory which is consequentially painful and mesmerizing
oh woe to the serpent in Eden!

Through her comfort and ease vanished, and we got banished
making us aliens on our own land
oh woe to the serpent in Eden!
Tears dropped like the drizzling of rain for our eyes was opened
and our blunt heart now sharpened.
To know and think like olodumare as the serpent said

so, this is a deceit?
repentance? too late
Genesis of strives and struggles,
oh woe to the serpent in Eden!
Now victims of faded hopes,
slaves of confusion like a **** on a rope
But in HIS infinite mercy, someday the serpent's head will be bruised
                                                 -'Bintan Ola

Tears
Odd life of insanity
Alien-citizens without right to amnesty
We clamour for the labour of our heroes past not to be in vain
Yet, we live in a free world like in jail

Heart of righteous souls, pierced
Blood of guilty souls, saved
Making life mysterious and ironical
The labour of our heroes past is in vain

Eight billion Naira project for RUGA
Despite Xenophobic attack and abduction
Coupled with starvation and insurgency
The labour of our heroes past is in vain

They promised to give the broom and umbrella
Now we are drained in water
we sleep amidst dirt and litters
The labour of our heroes past is in vain

The light from our candle is gloomy
Righteous blood is crying for vengeance
Odd life of insanity
Confused like ***** on rope.
         -'Bintan Ola
         -'Martinsolabintan@yahoo.com

BLACK KETTLE

I am a black kettle
But inside of me is a colourless water
I sit on fire everyday
And they deny me of the dinning table

I am a black kettle
Albeit, people make me what I am
Yet, I wouldn't prefer to be in isolation
On the zenith of kukuruku's hill

I am a black kettle
Never judge me by my look
My dream and goal gives me the temporal colour
Inside of me is my natural color

I am a black kettle
But despite the litany of woes
I have a consolation
As long as there's an entity called washing and rinsing
I will always have my true nature retained.
     -'Bintan Ola
      ©2019

METABOLIC LOVE
Behold the strength in your weakness
Which is capable of giving vigour to my membrane
Chlorophyll in chloroplast makes the green plant blossom
You make the smile on my face radiant

Come, let's mix the right nucleotide sequence of our desired RNA
And build the sequence of our desired protein
So that the expression of our gene
Will be the desire of friends and relatives

Amidst thousands, you're the only one I chose
Your hotness could denature enzymes
There exist a thousand of competitive inhibitor
But by the words of my mouth;
None would fit to my active site

I want to fly on your wings to the horizon
Regardless of the barbaric thought of men
For I know;
All unwanted functional unit of life
Will die by apoptosis.
       -'Bintan Ola
       -martinsolabintan@yahoo.com

Like lilies in grassland,
The eyes find joy when it behold the beauty in you
A necessity; Unique work of nature

Like the air that runs through the lungs
You're a universe beyond mitochondria
Hyperbole lost its meaning on you
Because all descriptive words are understatement

Thus, let thy beauty be an appraisal and accolade
For other wonderful works of Olodumare

I clasp'd my hands in ecstasy
For you're the sovereign beauty which i do admire.
      -'Bintan Ola

The murderer and the murdered

There is a crime scene
Down the market square, beside a canteen
What do we say of yards of yellow tape?
And hope these flung wrappers do not indicate ****?

Pandemonium, my subconscious mind listened
Roar and uproar, as van mirrors glistened
Hellena is the name of a little black girl who was shot
She fell to the ground as blood refused to clot

Hope the shot did not **** her thoughts and dreams
Like balloons, squandered down a vessel's beam
She is not the only one whose mind has been blown
Her family screamed; "are we alone?"

Who will make justice descend from heaven?
So fast, such as at the count of seven
Kendrick is the name of the merciless murderer
Looking for a green pasture? Better be a laborer

My lord, I am guilty of my offence
Sentenced to lifetime imprisonment despite advocate's defence
On the clinic bed, Hellena coughed to life
Consciousness regained. Her dreams and thoughts came back to life.

          -'Bintan Ola
          -Martinsolabintan@yahoo.com