"garri" poems - Hello Poetry

I believe in Garri The holy son of Africa Who was conceived by our toils Born of the ****** Cassava Suffered under the grater Was suffocated in bags, died and buried He descended into hell On the third day he arose And is now seated on the Centre of the frying *** I belive in Garri The savior of the lives The defender of the weak And the universal mother of all

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Apr 14, 2016

Apr 14, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC

martina-ngose

The Garri Creed

I believe in Garri The holy son of Africa Who was conceived by our toils Born of the ****** Cassava Suffered under the grater Was suffocated in bags, died and buried He descended into hell On the third day he arose And is now seated on the Centre of the frying *** I belive in Garri The savior of the lives The defender of the weak And the universal mother of all

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Garri, My strength when I am weak, The hero of the less. Even the rich carve for a taste We savor you with great haste. Garri The pride of our hood In company of the ice You need no sweetener Your sourness gives joy. Garri My true love Well fried and dried, Then complimented with any nuts, I come to you with my bowl! Garri My best friend With tens of naira You'd love a poor man with dignity Living with him with no shame. Garri I have come to bow with my bowl Bless my cup till it overflow So that even when I blow, You and I can still roll. Title:GARRI. S. O sther

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Apr 6, 2020

Apr 6, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC

Ayanfe

Garri

Garri, My strength when I am weak, The hero of the less. Even the rich carve for a taste We savor you with great haste. Garri The pride of our hood In company of the ice You need no sweetener Your sourness gives joy. Garri My true love Well fried and dried, Then complimented with any nuts, I come to you with my bowl! Garri My best friend With tens of naira You'd love a poor man with dignity Living with him with no shame. Garri I have come to bow with my bowl Bless my cup till it overflow So that even when I blow, You and I can still roll. Title:GARRI. S. O sther

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I miss the place of the rising sun; For nothing makes my hair stand here. No one to sing me my very ‘oriki,’ Nor the slightest ‘se dada loji?’ I miss the place of the ‘gangan’ beats; For no meals shakes my tongue here. No one to make me ‘efo oni kpomo’ with ‘iru,’ Nor the slightest ‘garri’ of ‘ijebu.’ I miss the place of the ‘aso ofi;’ For no clothes touches my sight here. No one to tap me that very ‘emu oguro,’ Nor the slightest good-sauced ‘eja odo.’ For if not for the clarion call, Oh! let ‘egbe’ come take me home, With the real speed of ‘monomono.’ Oluwatmilehin Adejumobi Alabi

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Jul 21, 2017

Jul 21, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC

oluwatimilehin-adejumobi-alabi

I Miss the Oodua Soil

I miss the place of the rising sun; For nothing makes my hair stand here. No one to sing me my very ‘oriki,’ Nor the slightest ‘se dada loji?’ I miss the place of the ‘gangan’ beats; For no meals shakes my tongue here. No one to make me ‘efo oni kpomo’ with ‘iru,’ Nor the slightest ‘garri’ of ‘ijebu.’ I miss the place of the ‘aso ofi;’ For no clothes touches my sight here. No one to tap me that very ‘emu oguro,’ Nor the slightest good-sauced ‘eja odo.’ For if not for the clarion call, Oh! let ‘egbe’ come take me home, With the real speed of ‘monomono.’ Oluwatmilehin Adejumobi Alabi

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I speak of Friends, I speak of Foes I bathe in circumstances with the soap of Woe Like the pains of a woman in labour my spirit Bellows Like a rock cast into the sea my mind is drowned in my Throes At peace I was with myself like a gentle Dove Like a baby I slept in my secure Abode G‎entle like the wind was the personality I Drove Transparently clear like the heavens Above The 'Devils' came disguised in their Cloak To extinguish my light with their thick suffocating Smoke Fed me with fear till my throat began to Choke! I was almost absorbed like Garri left to Soak But for the love of the Father over my Soul And the prayer of a Mother over her Own In my whole being the seed had been Sown There 're people i'm glad I know and some I wish I never had Known.

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Aug 24, 2016

Aug 24, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC

akam-aniekan

My Regret

I speak of Friends, I speak of Foes I bathe in circumstances with the soap of Woe Like the pains of a woman in labour my spirit Bellows Like a rock cast into the sea my mind is drowned in my Throes At peace I was with myself like a gentle Dove Like a baby I slept in my secure Abode G‎entle like the wind was the personality I Drove Transparently clear like the heavens Above The 'Devils' came disguised in their Cloak To extinguish my light with their thick suffocating Smoke Fed me with fear till my throat began to Choke! I was almost absorbed like Garri left to Soak But for the love of the Father over my Soul And the prayer of a Mother over her Own In my whole being the seed had been Sown There 're people i'm glad I know and some I wish I never had Known.

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