the average african politician

The average African Politician

The average African politician

Rich,

No not rich.

Poor,

No not poor

Yet has a German machine

Latest-newly imported

A fuel guzzler

Supper it must drink

The average African politician

Very rich

But not enough

Own a thousand hectares

A major shareholder

With fifty percent profit

Quarterly

The average African politician

A professor that’s his tittle

For studied agriculture

And has discoveries

And lots of treatises

Under his name

But the minister of justice

The average African politician

Very rich

But not enough

So he must steal;

A qualification to loot

A million more dollars

From the starving citizens

The average African politician

Very rich

But not enough

So parliament he must return

For he met the qualification:

Corruption,

Nepotism,

Embezzlement of state funds

And abuse of office.

The average African politician

Under his clan

He must be cloistered

For stealing

From the state

Since he met the qualification

To be an MP

A looter of state funds

Oh grandma!

                  SONGS OF A NIGHTINGALE:TO EL

INTRODUCTION

This song I sing to El,

Deep in the night,

Like I were a nightingale,

In the most divine art.

This song I sing to El,

Possessed by the muse,

Controlling me so I can tell

In this art that I use:

That this I sing only to El,

Having tasted the Pierian Spring,

And now sing to this angel,

Who treads amongst we- human being.

                 I

Alone, sit I sharpening my blunt hooks

With a library of books

Where I learn from my latter host

" 'Tis better i loved and lost

than never to have at all"

Crushing both heart and soul

So to my former i go

Reading, his inextinguishable thoughts flow
After being possesed by the muse
And so, the Pierian Spring he do use 

Unveiling the veiled beauty

Making the ugly to have beauty

Creating that which's so divine

But calming not mine

This hotly burning desire

This desire for her

Her lips, mmmh so sweet.

So with this new wit
And a sharpened hook
My pen glides over this book
Writing, since my mind's a coal
Blown by a wind to shape my role
Of a madman inspired to write
Nonsense thats so sweet.

Like a nightingale I am singing
With inextinguishable thoughts flowing

Calming my own solitude

(Oblivious of whether I should

or should not continue). As the dawn's born

And the muse is now gone.

               II

Alone, sit I, eyes fixed at the horizon

Where a night is being born

So from slumber a song it bakes

Oblivious of whether a noise it makes

Or its songs are so soothing

Calming that which was burning

Blossoming a new system of thought

That true love can indeed be got

But mine was got and lost

So search I from the hinterland to coast

But sees not, finds not another

Who extinguishes this desire for my lover

For her caresses, her lip on mine

Oh! They are sweet as wine.

Alone, with my magical pen

Long after the clock struck ten

Making my brain be transformed

Adding beauty to that which is deformed

Since this desire has consumed

 The scabbard that contained it

Because its like lightning, cannot be sheathed

Making me her hands to need

Touching me making my body to heed

To her touches moving all over me so slowly

As I kiss her lips so passionately

Standing below the moon as it is shining

Rekindling this desire I've been suppressing

To re light this candle, to burn so brightly

Making me to want to count how I love thee:

Lets see, deeper than the sea,

Infinite like the sand of the sea...

Early at this dawn

As another day was being born

The nightingale was gone

My mind became like a river

Barren, unable to be a life giver.

            III

I am a child, yet to learn

Why, why it has to burn

Like magma from the crust

Oh! its in the left side of my chest

No wonder nothing sounds right

(Nothing shall ever sound right)

So write I, since its blown by wind

To transitory brightness, making my mind

To flow like I was a rapper

Over this piece of paper

When I am missing my lover

And before dawn I must have her

I must have the correct key

So that I can caress thee

And let her breathe into me

Closing the language door

Pulling me closer three inches not more

Feeling her lips on mine

As the moon do shine

And mine on her lips

Standing, being still and listening

To that voice and not words rising

Re-establishing from her heart

Connecting itself to my heart

With mine saying, her beauty so rare

With no rose anywhere to compare

Since she is a thousand times more beautiful

Thats why towards her, there is this pull.

© O. J Agutu

songs from your love

Songs from your love

INTRODUCTION

As they shone, twinkled
Stars of the Milky Way
Lighting like ‘twas day
Saw her and was startled

Her white teeth shone
Like that lonely star
In the sky, not very far
From horizon as nights born

Oh! Those lips, her lip
Succulent, oily, and sweet
Than no mango meat
Making I go so deep

As they shone, twinkled
When she realized was looking
At this fairest being
Who made me be startled


Wiping her flooded cheek
That caressed her face
While creating its ways
Calming that which made her sick

Show I another with her beauty
Rich in beauty but poor
As there’s not another flower
That springs from her belly

I

Her brown hairs are twisted
Like a twig to a thin branch
Making my heart to lurch
As hers a beauty so perfected

That the moon jealously stared
At her black like coal skin
While her lips rested on mine
That it became too scared

To hide high above the cloud
As it illuminates us so feebly
And our hearts paced so quickly
While she and I just stood

Exactly below its ring while my lips
Rested on her gentle as
Water drop from leaf of a Cyprus
In the early morn and her hips

Swayed like leaves in a breeze
Obeying the wild winds whistling
That sweet song sung
Which made me to gently squeeze

Her as our bodies came close
Such that the wind couldn’t separate
My body from that of my mate
While I stole a kiss and just pause

I stole a kiss

Late before that dawn
While sun’s replica shone
Stealing a glance at her
  I stole a kiss

While the wind like a harp
Sweet, soft, soothed but sharp
Was playing to I and her
 I stole a kiss

As the trees danced
To sweet breath that pressed
Them to sway their leaves
 I stole a kiss

Making us obey that rhythm
The sweet, soft, soothed theme
Sweetened, softened by swaying leaves
  I stole a kiss

My virgin kiss- sweeter
Than that cane of sugar
So brought my lips closer
 And stole a kiss

That sweet kiss-my last kiss
As she disappeared
While sun’s rays re-appeared
 I missed a kiss

So raised my arm
Waving. Oh! Hate this
Since now I am
 Missing her kiss.

      II

Just let me

Let me love you with my soul
So if I were to pass away
My love for you will never die
When my heart would have stopped all

Let me love you with my soul
So if I were to be hit from behind
And I forget all I had learned
My love for you wouldn’t go at all.

Just let me treasure this so rare
A love for an angel from heaven
Whose hairs are perfectly woven
With no word, no image to compare

Just let me and you share
A love stronger than diamond
And infinite as sea shores sand
Dear just let me have this so rare

Rhyme to song of the time

Late, while it did sine
Her body close to mine
  Playing that rhyme
  To song of the time

At the horizon we stared
Seeing sun set we admired
When we were playing that rhyme
   To song of the time

That’s a magnificent beauty
That shines as her smile to me
That makes I play that rhyme
 To song of the time

Late, while it did feebly shine
And her body close to mine
Playing that rhyme
 To the song of the time

The lake blew its breath
Over the shore to the heath
But we still played that rhyme
  To the song of the time

As I and her beat in unison
While eyes still at the horizon
But still playing that rhyme
 To the song of the time

Late, as it had half disappeared
And the evening star appeared
Our hearts playing that rhyme
 To the song of the time

She moved closest to me
Making words come out of me
Heart, when it played that rhyme
 To the song of the time

“Oh! My darling christabel
Ma Cherie, tres une femme belle
But still paying that rhyme
 To the song of the time

Late, as it had shone
And at the horizon ‘twas gone
Our hearts played that rhyme
 To the song of the time

So she moved her lips close to mine
Oh! That’s sweeter than wine
While continued we to play that rhyme
   To the song of the time

While hand slide to her bosom
And felt that beat- that  rhyme
 To song of the time
Been playing from my hearts bottom.

Her beauty so rare

   Song I

Her breasts, shaped like pawpaw
Her nipples, a blackberry
Her mouth, succulent like a mango
Her lips, a strawberry
These eyes I speak of,
Shine than the stars of the sky
This smile I talk of,
Shine than the star of the day
Oh that skin has might
Reflecting rays of the moon
That it would grant sight
In the dark- for all men
Oh her beauty so rare
With no rose to compare

Song II

Her smile, shine in the fog
Her skin, smooth skin of a frog
Her neck, thin like that of a pot
Her legs, wonder where she got
Oh her teeth a coconut flesh
And her smile, a mirror
Oh her hands a sheep sash
And her palm, a cauliflower
Making me heart skip a bit
Oh her voice is like music
Playing me piano’s each beat.
 Oh her beauty so rare
With no rose to compare

Song III

If lava be hot
The look at what I caught
Burning all to ash
If stars do shine
Then look at her eyes
Those that speak to me
The language of the hearts
If violin produces soothing noises
To the heart
Then listen to her voice
If roses be beautiful
Then look at her carefully
Fleshy cheeks, oily and wine sweet lips
And softly pressed curly hairs

If giraffe has beautiful neck
Then look at that neck
Thin and coal black
If goddess has wonderful skin
Then look at her skins coat
Soft as an apple

If swords be sharp
Then listen to this
Her smile did piece my heart
Oh that hurt
If magic do exist
Then her hands possess the power
As they make me weak
From inside.

Just hush and let me

Hush!
And please don’t blush
As I tell of this boiling
Like steam in a water spring
While speaking by its inner tongue
That it want  you to hush
And let my lips feel your lips
Sweeter than the orange juice

Mmmh! Sweeter than no fruit mash
Making my heart to increase its speeding
Oh! Look at the moon illuminating
Your blackberry skin, your lips
Oh! These white as a maize seed
Reflects the moon that I am amazed
So just hush!

And let me rouse your hair
To stand like a pineapple seed
So you can feel weightless and float
Like you have a pair of wings
As I kiss your lips sweetened
And succulent than a mango flesh
Aaah! Sweeter than no honey mash
So just hush

And let the moon shine
Over your bosom, to your breasts
Pointed like the tip of a swede
And round as a pumpkin
Up to your eyes so small
As a pair of bead
So love just hush!
And embrace me to feel
My heart closest to yours

Oh hush and listen
To wind play sweet
Sweet as a violin
With notes soothing
Oh gosh! Just hush!
And kiss me
So slowly, so deeply
So passionately
While moon shows me where to touch
For you are making to blush
With your hush
So just…
Hush!

That hurt

Oh that hurt
A lava sword piercing my heart
With a pain so sweet
That I want it again
And again
This pain
Hurting my heart

Oh that pat
Just pure magic
Making me so weak
To calm my body
Like I am passed over a breeze

Oh that touch
Makes my heart to skip
While I tilt my head
As I blink to interlock the lids

Oh that hurt
My heart
Stolen and gone
Taken
Away by she
To be written
An inscription
By a pen sharp
As a mosquito mandible
Such that I’ll never erase it
And she wrote
I
Aye
I
Love you

Dear that pat
Sets others apart
For that touch
Makes my heart to lurch
Bashing my rib cage

Oh that hurt
Like an elephants crushing my heart
To little grain of wheat
And that pains sweet
That I want it again
And again
As

Mine’s strong diamond love
Mine’s magma burning love
Mine’s sky high love
Mine’s deep sea love
And aye
I
Aye
I love you.

ELEGY: TO LONELINESS

       I

My mind wondered towards the cloud

Flying like it were a bird

Staying with the lark so loud

Making me remember that word

Which makes the buried memories

From their graveyard to be wakened

These very dreary dreaded piece

To come to the conscious mind

Stared I as soon as I entered

‘I quit’ written on my wall

As the wind is all I had

To calm my wounded broken soul

And like a pendulum from the roof

Her hardened body is still swinging

Making I wish she would just poof

Like magic and stop me from crying

       II

My mind wondered towards the horizon

To where the heavens meet the earth

Staring at the night being born

To aspens quivering, to that lonely path

Leading to this lonely hut

With its gaping holes yearning

These welcoming holes of a bat

But, sent away by a fire burning

And this woman who silently swings

With a white ring around her neck

And this wind which still sings

To calm my heart that do ache

And dripping with no pause

To flood my boned cheek

With a river of little known cause

As its like million nail prick

    III

Poor and needy of a place to burry

Going once, a thousand shillings it is

Dead and needy of a burial so merry

Going twice, a hundred shillings it is

Sold not, none would want to bid

To buy this creature so thin

This being who borne a rotten seed-

Its child gotten from her sin

She who still wants to swing from the roof

With her feet tightly held together

And as hard as a cows hoof

Talk to me! Talk to me mother!

And stop this flooding river of no course

Which is filled by small torrents still dripping

Flowing over this surface so coarse

Like water from leaf and not stopping

    IV

Talk to me! Talk to me mother!

And stop my mind from wondering

So I can know where is father

To go and to him I can sing

My mind wondered to the whitest cloud

Gently flying as its free as wind

Going higher than the eagle so proud

But brought down by a soul burdened

Still weeping for you still swinging

Since there’s nobody to bring you down

And help me continue mourning

And bring a dress already sewn

Oh muse give my hand strength

Make my memory clear so can write

As I take on mother’s path

After she abandoned me, but wait!

V

Listen to where my mind wondered

Very lonely in the starless night

Where a solution I discovered

That would solve my plight

Since ‘twas great love had for mother

That’s why am going to let her go

Knowing she’ll be happy in another

So this to myself won’t do

A ring around my thin neck

Legs beating like am drowning

But suspended in the air not a lake

Staring at her shattered face frowning

So the wind Aeolian harp

Played to I burying that memory

Somewhere that doesn’t exist in a map

So won’t hang while swinging slowly.