Who killed Thomas Becket?
Canterbury I ask
He laid down to rest
The cathedral
Humbled at his death
The Tempest
A joyful tomorrow
King Edward
I hear your majesty
Send him a message
Th demise of Thomas Becket
Canterbury I ask

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Love like an ocean
Beauty like a rose,
Always want to be kept.

Red as roses
Pure hearts like violets
Cupid,
A sending from cupid.

I received cupid's arrow,
To the bitterness of my heartbreak.
My soul reaches yours
A binding of hearts

The capturing of lovers,
Touching hands.
An angel so perfect
A creation of hard hearts,
Yet so tender.

Looking at your eyes,
Seeing my future.
Your adorning beauty,
A mesmerising for all ages.
Your flowery smile,
A willer of hope.

My eternal rest,
I lay in your arms forever.

Written by  Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I can see the sparkles,
A light up in my eyes.
Let's walk a thousand miles,
Holding hands,
Telling each other's secrets.
Laying eyes on you,
Mesmerising your handsomeness.
Be my best friend,
Creating eternal memories together.
Seeing you by my cookery store,
A creation of butterflies,
Arousing rumblings in my stomach.
A crush,
Lust,
Or love,
I do not know.
My Lover from afar
I love you,
Yet I stand here afraid.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Obatala,
Oba tasa.
Father of all orisas
The irunmole of mankind

Obatala,
The saint among saints.
The archetypal spirit of creativity
Olodumare's right hand
Father of humanity

Supreme deity
Holder of justice,
Wisdom and life.
The quintessential father

King of the white cloth
The eldest of all orisas
Creating mankind,
Drunk on palmwine,
Yet creating beautiful beings.

Obatala,
Danbala,
The father of the sky.
Your divinity,
We looketh upon.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A lesson learnt hard,
Giving a bitter taste,
Breathing challenges,
Yet giving hope to many.

An array of human nature
A wild umbrella,
Covering many things,
Yet giving different experiences.

Past lodges
Present circumstances
Legacies being left behind,
Leaving stories for generations

Some to birth
Some to death
Some to old
Some to young

Some to beauty
Some to ugliness
Some to failure
Some to success

Some to hope
Some to disbelief
Some to tears
Some to laughter

Living as a martyr
Living as a coward
A thousand miles to riches
The poor yet a mile

The bundle of joy
The array of sadness
The call to celebrating child birth
The funeral marches to the grave

The road yet to be taken
The road taken
The road not taken
The travel of lives

Footprints of time
Life well spent
Life not spent
The echoes of many

Some go pleasingly
Some go unlively
Some to tragedies
Some to fortune

Some are participants
Some are spectators
Some to strength
Some to weakness

The architect of fate
The dictator of destiny
An array of fear
A mantle of courage

Life
A journey to the unknown
A welcome to many
A farewell to others

Life,
A survival for many.
Life,
Heaven for others.

Life,
A pursuit of happiness,
Keeping up appearances,
Yet covering all sadness.

Life
A walk to freedom
A walk to imprisonment
A walk for mortals

Life
Though tough
Though easy
Life is Life

Life
Some to ease
Some to difficulty
Life is Life

The ascending of life
A life to come
The descending of life
An end to life

Life
The wonders of dreams
The joy of mortal breath
The illusions of reality

The true reality of finality
A living life of life
A living life of death
The illusions of reality

Mortal race to life worth living
Mortal race to dust
Mortal race to finality
A race to the reality of finality

When the curtains is opened,
The play begins.
When the curtains is drawn,
The play is done.

Life
Oh life
Life
Life is just like life with no comparison

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Justifying a thief
Looking for a Redeemer
Yet selling one's soul for bargain

Sale of one's conscience
Giving room for imprisonment
Doing away with the inconvenient truth

A line-up of forgotten heritage
Accepting the long spoon
Cornering the dividends of abandonment

Losing one's entitlement
Giving betrayal a new name
Crowning loyalists king of the land

Upholding truth
A forgotten culture
Making lies their way of life

Truth at the cross
Dying for it's belief
A martyr no one wants

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Okuku,
Thou great one.
The spirit being,
That seeth all things.
Eyes of the gods
Amadioha's mouthpiece
The divination of,
Amadioha's creation.
Why yea?
Why yea soil thy hands?
The holy ground,
Yet a rotten ground.
The mouth speaketh
Yet masking the truth.

Okuku,
Amadioha's devotee
Amadioha's confirmed
The teller of Amadioha's message,
Yet breathing destruction.
Why yea?
Why yea soil thy hands?
The people,
They see things,
Yet afraid to tell it.
Thou keeper of the scared Oracle
Why soil thy soul?
Lies and treachery
Thy newest *****.

Okuku,
You departed the way of the gods
You stand in the concubine of wickedness
Nevertheless,
Okuku,
A mighty man of the gods,
Thou falleth,
Yet a strong man.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

By his Majesty's foot stool
Tales never been told
A warrior's analogy
Imaging the blood of many

The battle of old
Modakeke it's passage
Crowning victory a renegade

Scars untold
Proportionate to the heartbeat of Ile-Ife
Setting Ooni's mantle
Bowing to Orunmila

Scavangers setting the pace
Awarding criminals the holy Cross
Anointing them for the book of life

Desertion of no return
They called it a treatise
Holding onto dissertation of old

Blood a signal of peace
Reminding hearts of tales unforgettable

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Ori,
My intermediary
The divinity calleth
Your response awaketh my divinity

You are here
Ori,
Gbe ja mi
My intermediary
I calleth to thee

Ori
Ma pada leyin mi
Call upon my divine helper
Ori
Lead me to my chosen destiny

Ori
My divinity
My guardian
Orisa bi o ba gbemi
Ori mi ma pada leyin mi

Ori
Eleda mi
My protector
The chosen of my destiny
My door to life

Ori
My life regulator
The conformed of my destiny
Take me to my Orisa
Don't let me down

Ori
My watchman
My interpreter
My destiny caller
Ori
My devotee to the gods

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The creator of the universe
Our whole existence
Our tradition and way of life
The beginning and the end

The divination and religion
Of our people
Odu Ifa our literary corpus
The grand priest of Ifa
The mantle of Olodumare

The builder of the Ifa Oracle
Ile-Ife your city of abode
Orunmila,
Orirun ile Yoruba
The master of Aseda and Akoda
The Aalafin of Yoruba land
The Ooni of the Yoruba mantle

Our spiritual system of existence
Orunmila,
The supreme being
The Orisa of all orisas

Esu bows at your feet
Obatala trembles at your voice
Ogun makes an obeisance at your sight
Osun lays down at your coming
Yemonja proclaims your might

The divination of Ifa
The prophecy of the Yoruba heritage
The founder of earthly beings
The Ese Ifa
Orunmila
The principal Odu

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The guiding light of our lives
Our teacher, friend and counsellor
An enricher of lives
Your teachings,
A confidence for us all.

Your patience to foolishness
Your unfailing love without limit,
Giving comfort and encouragement,
Yet a disciplinarian at wrong doings.

Gift to the world
The strength of our lives
Your courageous heart,
A willer of strength for all generations.

Your unending sacrifice,
When all others are forsaking.
Your lessons taught through stories,
Giving future disciplines to many.

Your arms are always open,
When we need a hug.
Your shoulders,
Our ultimate cry-on buddy.

You witnessed our first breath
You witnessed our first walk
The illuminating lights of our lives
A loving heart,
Giving families your undying love.

Wonderful creation of God
You cry when we cry
You laugh when we laugh
You eat when we eat

A bearer of pain,
Yet masking it with smiles.
The holder of the home
The pillar for marriages

Your forever strong love
Our chauffeur
Our chef
Our forever playmate

You  love us nonetheless
You make the sun shine on a cloudy day
Our care giver
Our nurturer

A heart filled with care
Our male when we are lost
Tissue for our tears
Out umbrella during the rain
Our personal nurse when it hurts
Our fighter against all odds
Our guide during rough times
Your leadership,
A leading to the right paths.

You discipline with your right hand,
Yet drawing us closer with your left hand.
Our soul survivor,
Giving us life when it matters.

Queen of our hearts
Empress of our kingdoms
We cherish you,
As we spread your doings all over the world.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Queen of the kingdom
The heart of Sàngó,
Giving Sàngó courage.
Sàngó's betrothed
Oya,
Goddess of wind, tornado,
Yet the owner of the marketplace.
Queen of all seas
Creator of lakes and rivers
The waters knows your name
Goddess of storms
Orisa of death and rebirth
Oya,
The mother of nine
Oya,
The undergoddess of Odo-Oya
Oya,
The unbeatable warrior
Oya,
The summoner of rain
Oya,
Sàngó's princess consort
Oya,
Thou who walketh through fire with no burns
Oya,
Queen of courage
Oya,
Goddess of speed and energy
Symbol of faithfulness
Goddess of devotion and perfection
Oya,
Goddess of war
Oya, our fiercely warrior of old

Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Exiting the blackness of the night
Thou tiny mediocre awakes
Arising with casual elegance
Biding the night farewell
Singing it's welcoming lullaby
Pouring out it's gorgeous golden-blinding

I feel it's presence
Sending overpowering bright lights
Bedazzling our minds
Oh radiant one
Thy golden fingers of sunlight
I receive your relentless dappling

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A sinker of souls
One's carriage,
To the afar off.
A traveller of destiny
A bright light for others

A teller of the future
The deceiving of hearts
The gateway to freedom,
Yet it imprisons many.

An auction,
Awaiting its bargainee.
The payment of souls
Families it scatters,
Yet breathing air of hope.

A killer,
Launching its pistol,
Aiming for victims,
Yet assuring many,
A tomorrow an everlasting.

Portmanteau,
You stirred me this far.
Alas,
Here is my surrender.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A deprivation,
Bringing generations to their knees.
A subtle punishment,
Delaying life's better quality.

A dominant horror,
Passing down generations,
Leaving life's misery,
Bringing eternity curses.

A silent thief,
Robbing futures,
Yet giving hope,
For a no tomorrow.

A poor man's lone companion
A stopping of greatness
A faceless monster,
Yet giving faces to the poor.

A stranger walking freely
A tormentor spreading its stings
A taker of joy
A bringer of sadness

You stand in the crowd,
Picking your victims,
Creating generational limitations,
Yet subtle you came.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Cultures of old
Surrendering to thy god
Bowing in reference
Telling mysteries unravelment

The forecast of the elders
Giving praises to their gods
Welcoming the spirits
Resurrecting the ancient incantations

Monarchs in gathering
Rulers in council
Entering the room of spirituality
Leaving Epistles for generations unborn

Their cultural powers
A bestowing of forefathers
Worshipping mighty deities
Forming lineages of righteousness

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Our husband
Thou look in my eyes no more
I reek of old wine
Thy mouth spaketh
But thou saith nothing

I hear drums
Ceremonial beatings
Your smile I longed to behold
The peepings of the crowds
Your attire I longed to touch

Favourite of thy bossom
I know your heart
Belongings of another
Stories at the market square
Thou findeth thy favourite

Old clothes
Thou look away
Old heart
Thou embrace no more
Longing afresh a new favourite

Welcome
Our husband knows your heartbeat
Preparations of thy entrance
Our husband's favourite bossom
Welcome, our new wine

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

These cold thoughts,
While thinking of you.
Even if we meet again,
In my Wuhan garden,
My reality a faded one.
Looking out my little window,
Awaiting your return.
My heart fondering away
I grief of your absence,
A grieving so worse,
Still awaiting your return.
My heart,
Alone it southward goes.
Dinning alone,
Yet crying over,
A future loss.
I await your return no more
Your demise I await

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Why stand by the corner
Oh feint soul?
I hear your cries
Like a wounded lion
At my sight
You ran into the dark

Come out!
Come out!
Oh feint soul
I worketh thee not
I know your bitter laughter
Bitter laughs I hear

You seek retribution
You favour vengeance
Revenge your heart cries
Entangled in your bitterness
The shimmer of death
You seek

Forgive not
Oh feint heart
Forget not
Oh bitter soul
Seek not
Oh vengeful heart

I call to you
Shadow helper
Grief not
Alas
I grief
Yet I sorrow not

I plunge a knife
Your heart I pierce
Feint heart
But bitter soul
Vengeance I seek
Retribution my calling

-Shadow Helper
From A Collection Of Small Mummy's Poetry
Written by me.
#Tosanation #artsandcreatives

Why stand by the corner
Oh feint soul?
I hear your cries
Like a wounded lion
At my sight
You ran into the dark

Come out!
Come out!
Oh feint soul
I worketh thee not
I know your bitter laughter
Bitter laughs I hear

You seek retribution
You favour vengeance
Revenge your heart cries
Entangled in your bitterness
The shimmer of death
You seek

Forgive not
Oh feint heart
Forget not
Oh bitter soul
Seek not
Oh vengeful heart

I call to you
Shadow helper
Grief not
Alas
I grief
Yet I sorrow not

I plunge a knife
Your heart I pierce
Feint heart
But bitter soul
Vengeance I seek
Retribution my calling

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

You cometh at night
To steal my essence
You rob me of my beauty
Yet you disappear into the dark
You hunt me like a prey
The night fears you not

I hold my pillow
In fear
The dark is my enemy
Sleep has forsaken me
My ears are clear at night
Yet you devour
My essence

I hold a candle
Awaiting your coming
My cradle creeks
At your sight
My body plunges
At your mighty mercy
No one seeth your
Weapon of misery

Misery stood by me
'Till morning
The dark waketh
Me at your presence
I bow to your surrender
Oh daring thief
Shift make I sleep
King of the night

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Thou sounds of whipstrokes
Soul imprisoned,
Waiting freedom,
Yet an impossible solace.

Hearing their voices,
Coming from the afar off.
The scars on their backs,
Showing no signs of liberty.

Slaves,
Oh slaves,
Like a herd of cattle,
Placing them on ships.

Waving their goodbyes,
A sign of surrender.
Their mouth crying out,
An imprisonment of padlock and chains.

The lashes on their backs,
Showing signs of misery,
Yet telling an unfortunate story,
As it could never be forgotten.

A generation of unlucky fellows
Captured to sea,
Farming life's history,
A plantation for the west.

Tilling the ground,
Yet hungry,
As it awakens a race,
Telling no future.

Hollows from afar,
Giving way to a silent surrender,
Waiting for,
When men shall be free.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I can hear the drums
It's loud in my ears
I can hear the trumpets
Calling out to the soldiers
Charge forward
Battle soldier

Sons of men
Come forward
If we die today we die a glorious death
The battlefield
We sink our swords in it

We all die here
As the war is upon us
Let's chant songs of war
Leading men
To their graveyard

The war has come
Lift up your armour
If we perish
We perish not alone
We perish with our swords

Tell our wives
A message of a dying soldier
If we die today
We die a glorious death

Sing tour heart out
O courageous soldier
We sink
To sink no more

Raise your swords
Let's merry
For we all die today

I see warriors
Courageous warriors
I see soldiers
Perishing to rise no more

The battlefield is ours
Smiting our enemies
But if we die today
We die a glorious death

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

What type of dance
Is this?
A movement so strange
We all looked
Like strangers
Without betrothed confidence

We heard the
Throbbing of drums
Yet our king
Dancing strangely
A foreigner's dance

The adorning of the waist
A seduction of men
Answering the call
Didn't you hear?
The king
Singing provocative songs

The beads on her waist
Dangling like serpents
Round a tree
A mystery so strange

Her gold necklace
A blinder of men
Promiscuity of his majesty
Hell awaits his surrender

A weapon of destruction
Okpala has been brought down
A mighty man falleth
At the seduction of a strange dance

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The deadman hollowed
His silent surrender
Scavengers took his clothes
Ripping him of the night

A war veteran
A man of the people
The shots of war
His nightmare

Under the tree
His wounded soul laid
His surrender
We heard

His blood on a rotten ground
Life in an open mortuary
His funeral no one witnessed
The battle front
He lost his soul

Carrying his diminished self
A *** ray of war
The battle of Liberia
The death of many

A hopeless surrender
Gateway to the grave
The funeral of many

At last peace came
Piles of graveyards
Silence of souls
The ploughing of sadness
At Liberia I lost my soul

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I heard,
The melodious sounds,
It calleth,
To all of us.
A sound so soothing
A sound so calming

The wondrous tunes,
It came from the East.
It felt like a charm
It lifted up my ears
I danced with no worries

All I could say was,
Play it again.
The chords,
Strung so perfectly.
I listened with attention

It drew people,
Dancing,
From near and wide.
Even the princess,
Dancing carelessly,
Like a giveaway.

String it one more time
The heavenly cometh down
I can see angels dancing
String it one more time
I want to listen again,
As I dance with no worries.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Will you be mine?
Can I be yours?
Let me love you,
And I be loved by you.

Wanting you to want me
Waiting to be your favourite hello
Butterflies in my tummy,
As I see your face.

Sparks flying
I cannot control my breathe,
As you guide my hand,
Touching your face.

I can feel your beauty,
Like drinking wine,
Yet getting drunk,
Looking into your soul.

A feeling sprung from inside,
Showing magic.
I am falling so gallantly,
At your epitome of beauty.

A single thing I want
I want nothing more
Nothing less
Just only you

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Abena,
There's fire on the mountain.
I heard from the grapevine
The demise of our love
Should I go on?
Mensah the news carrier
A backstabbing of hearts
A killer of dreams
He brought the news
The demise of our love
Clapping at my foolishness
Wearing a cocky smile
Exercising my grief
A tool of torment
The gatekeeper of sorrow
Amusingly so,
Nevertheless,
I portray a strong heart
Fighting,
Fighting to love no more.
The breakage of hearts

The adorning of your love,
I shall remember always.
The key of love
The assurance of hearts
A mileage of pretence
You stirred me forward
A trickery I fell gallantly
The spell you casted
Your response,
I await not.
Mensah the news carrier
A demise of love
I write thee

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The man
With a promise
Mr Liberation
The Messiah we waited for
The ruler has come
He cometh slowly
Welcome him

He chanted his words
He planted his doings
The Black Archbishop
The revealer
Our secrets he knew
Our existence he found

The man
He led us forward
He raised his mantle
We rejoiced like babies
He cornered our shame
We walked by his side

Alas
He pushed us
We dug our own pit
We walked in chains
He bounded us not
Yet his superior reigneth
The man
With a promise
Mr Liberation

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Have you seen him?
See who?
The medicine man
He stood by Idanre hills
Watching from afar

He gathered the clansmen
Offering sacrifices
Calling his ancestors
The specialist looked
Afar off

His enchantment
A ******'s surrender
Darkness hovers
Bringing down the spirits

Incantations
The words of the gods
A melodious sound
The Ifa Oracle's praises

The beating of bata
The fire of atonement
Smoking to the heavens
An appeasing of hearts

A sacrifice so befitting
A ******'s surrender

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Standing by the corner,
Looking to the night,
As it brings pleasures,
And offerings so desirable.

On her back,
The taste of many hearts.
Her master's predecessor,
Collecting the fees of the night.

A night hustler,
Surrendering,
Yet giving to the night,
A memorable acknowledgement.

Her red lips,
Shinning to the night,
As her hair blowing to the wind,
Like whirling waves.

Offering  one's needs,
Like payment for bargain.
A young heart,
Giving her soul to life's freedom.

A compliance,
Walking in heels,
Looking for her next payee,
As an exchange for the night.

Allowing one or two,
As she is taken for an ashtray,
Where smokers pour away,
Yet creating love's fantasies.

Giving the night kudos,
Yet running out the door,
Like cheap whisky,
Thrown out of the mouth.

Like fruits of emipres,
Vending her body,
Giving her all,
In the streets of many.

Looking from the corner,
A pulse in the night,
Waiting to explore night's pleasures,
As it brings dividends.

The ****** of the night
An enchantment so dear
A liking for others,
Yet masking her pain.

Her commercial service,
An excitement for all.
Sassy lady of the night
I hail thee

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Here he comes
The Messiah has come
Ekun fun arare
The deliverer of men
The binding of chains

The healer of souls
The preacher of light
An archangel
In human flesh
Binder of Satan

Sugar coating his words
Interpreting the holy book
Leader of thousands
Men stood at his altar
His pulpit falleth not

I knew not his type
A courageous sword
Weapon of the holy book
Commander of an army
Fighting for the word

Prosperity he preaches
Interpretations of men
The truth
Farther from his mouth
Lies his weakness

Miracles
Oh miracles
He worketh miracles
Darkness knoweth his name
A propaganda for the scriptures

My pursue he shrinketh
Our brains he washeth
His fear
I thread upon
Making though tremble

At last
His end cometh
We wept
At his demise
Forgetting his mantle

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Bright light
Ray of sunshine
Beneath your eyes
It falleth thereof
Attacking your vision

Slammeth thy will
On thee
Runneth its free will
Your body cries
Free me now
Let me lose

Pointed straight at thee
Balancing on your skin
An epitome
Of dark complexion
Light complexion
Crieth for help

Moveth as you move
My predicament
It favours others
Yet I bow at
It sights
Seeing nothing

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

We will charge harder
Yes sir!

We will strike when it is cold
Yes sir!

Let's go by night
Yes sir!

Prepare the feeryboats and other vessels
Yes sir!

Send them West at once
Yes sir!

Charge our men forward
Yes sir!

Eliminate thy enemies
Yes sir!

Crucify their men to the cross
Yes sir!

Their women
Bring spoils from the merry
Yes sir!

Gold
Your dignity of war
Yes sir!

What's with the yes sir?
Yes sir!

Incompetency tthou keep under thy bossom
Yes sir!

Are you sure you can lead,
Thy men to battle?
Yes sir!

What's with the yes sir?
Yes sir!

Colnel!
Yes sir!

Thou look less serious
Yes sir!

Go forth and disseminate thy rivals
Yes sir!

Go now!
Yes sir!

Go!
Yes sir!

What are thou waiting for?
Yes sir!

Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

She cometh from afar,
Chanting words of magic.
Singing beautiful songs
Calling out to the spirits

Her powers so glaring
Her voodoo doll by the window
The crystal ball of life
Cards of the future laid in the table

Looking into her eyes,
Seeing the communing of the spirits.
The owl on her roof,
Making scary sounds welcoming the spirits.

Piercing into my soul
A telling of the past and the present
Her reading of fortunes
A telling of the future

The enchantment in the room
The conjuring of spirits
Her performance of black magic
A force of good and evil

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Ode to the west wind
A strange force at night
It bringeth dust
Before our very eyes
An unintended carriage
It carries us away
A filler of souls
A cooler of hearts
The commanding force of the night
The whistle blower of the gods
The shaker of the trees
The remover of grass
The enigma of the town
O what a good feeling
A whirling sound
The night knows your name.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Telling everything,
Through words.
Poking mind,
Through art.

Telling tales
Stories of many
A book it covers,
Yet engaging themes.

Passing on knowledge
Figure of speech,
An autobiography of sceneries,
Visualising one's mind.

Writings flowing like moisture,
Off a waterfall.
Capturing feelings,
An experience of life.

Letting words run wild,
Yet teaching perfection.
Giving creativity,
Yet teaching life's lessons.

Conveying powerful self expression
Impacting others
Throwing down original thoughts,
Catching audiences' breathe.

The author of a reader's thoughts,
Yet not conforming,
But giving pleasure,
As yea move from page to page.

Your astonishing words,
Giving life to minds.
Your pen so small,
Yet mightier than swords.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Their relationship
A poetic diction
Giving room for freedom
Taking down all languages
Like revolutionaries of old

Not a sound sense
Making language her foot stool
Creating vague words
Bringing back medieval times
Telling ancient African tales

Shooting language in the face
Beautifying colloquialism
Expressing one’s self
Giving recognition to informality
Doing away with language distinction
Forming a path of it’s own

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson