#tosanation
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
Where is the unity of independence?
Where is the fight,
Of our forefathers?
I don't understand
Why stand like a forgotten tree?
Why look like a woman,
Who has lost her baby?
The surrender of slavery
The return to home
Songs of slaves
The echoes of freedom
The uniting of ken
The struggle of leaders
Do or die
Our political mantra
Independence sinketh
Sinking to rise no more
Forgetting their misery
A congregation of political leaders
A home of theatre
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
When I die today
Dying with the king
I die a worthy death
I can hear my ancestors calling
The drums of my arrival
My story has been told
This is a marvelous sight
My coffin
I lay to rest
Sorrow no more
My demise a worthy story
Weep no more
My ancestors welcome me
Great king
What an honour
To lay beneath your rest
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
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 virgin'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 virgin's surrender
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
A street urchin
The slums his home
An unwanted foetus
A born-throwaway
Carrying signs of vagabonds
An unlucky fellow
A seed of the night
Loveless memories
Hate be breathed
Everyone knows him
A street worker's seed
The planting of an agbeero
A drunk for the night
Like rotten eggs
A dumpling for garbage
The torment of a grieving mother
Unwanting his kind
Left to rotten
A mistake on the road
Paid for like a bargain
His coming
She hated
She bereaved at his sight
An unlucky fellow
Thrown into the night
A dumpling for garbage
#Tosanation
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
My teacher is dead
The crackling by the classroom walls
The chalks along the hallway
The faded voices of students
The heroes of methodist high school
Repository of rejected talents
A born-throwaway
Accepting history's defeat
Exile
Our principal's cowardice
Lineage of shoes
The assembly ground we all marched
Uniforms of beauty
Tools of knowledge
An ounce of excellence
The gateman's solace
The vague of coerced dreams
Awaiting trial
Kneeling at their master
Waiting to be liberated
A sound of fantasy's cane
There have been others
Lingering in the twilight
Travelling through the walls
Methodist High School
A home of forgotten glory
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
He came out with his *** belly
Spitting some gibberish
He sounded strange
The white man nodded in accordance
Playing along so feintly
His words were long
Yet different
Not cautious
But depicting a mild smile
He boasted of his prowess
Commanding the stage
Speaking words strangely
Criticising the white man's language
Beri-Beri
An example of his prowess
Expressing a nonsensical of himself
We all looked in wonders
His peers clapping at his performance
The narrator
A Nigerian professor
A grandiloquence of English language
Cock-a-doodle-doo a man of language
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
Sleep well my beloveth
Sleep well my heart
You tarried away
Your ancestors calleth
The casualties were many
Yours was deep
The funeral songs
It overwhelmed my heart
Esu Lalu looted
He stole my precious heart
The drums of your demise
Your children screams in sadness
I sit under the tree
Our mahogany tree
I weep at your grave
Without you
Life ceaseth
And sorrow departed me not
Esu Lalu
Why take my bride into the dark quarters?
Esu Lalu
And I begged you
Esu Lalu
You failed me
The little one
Misses the suckling of her mother's breast
I want to tarry to my beloved
Esu Lalu take me to my beloveth
She awaits my coming
I must tarry to her
Esu Lalu
I was glad when you gave her to me
Esu Lalu
I must
Esu Lalu
I must tarry to her tonight
Esu Lalu
She is my beloved
Are you coming Esu Lalu?
When should I expect your arrival?
My beloveth awaits my coming
Esu Lalu take me now
Esu Lalu
Don't leave me in the lurch
Aya mi owon
I am coming
Esu Lalu will bring me to you
Esu Lalu I await your arrival
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
Does Ralia remember my face?
Baba Legba
Does his car still work at Oke-Imosan?
I left unexpectedly
I tarried with my ancestors
Bami owon,
Is Amope still crying?
I didn't tell her goodbye
Are her eyes still sour of tears?
Did Olokun come visiting?
Has he brought some fish as usual?
Maami are you still weeping?
Maami weep not
Is Kolade still a talkative?
The farm land,
Does Mokola still go there to plough?
Uncle Ajanaku,
Does he still stare at Oke-Eferon river?
My friend Arabambi,
Do you still miss me?
I am certain you still eat ebiripo
Whenever the town crier passes by,
Does he still make jest of Ajani's bow legs?
Pankelemess,
Do you still trouble your mother?
Does the brown owl
Still sit on your roof at night?
Gbolahan can't you hear me?
I am here
My ancestor's home is pretty
It has shimmer of gold
It rested upon paradise
Songs of joy I sing
My last goodbyes
Is our Kabiyesi still bedridden?
My last surrender
I am home
Yet I lay easy
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thomson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
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
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC