Here is a volume of poems written under the title, CULTURAL IDENTITY*

VOL 1.

I don’t know what autumn is,
Baba l’bule has never told me
in our usual moonlight tale.
But I know seasons of my Ibadan.

I am not aware of what winter is,
Iya-mi-re has also not told me
by my bed-side lullaby.
But I know seasons of my African place.

I am from Ibadan,
large city, built on blood and courage,
Ija-igboro larun Ibadan.
My Ibadan unlike London,
has over 200 gates of entrance.

I am Ojotisa,
descendant of ancient Eba’Odan warriors,
warriors who fought to retain Ibadan’s glory.
I am aware of Oye, Igba-Ojo and Igba-Erun,
No white mind should think less of my cultural identity.





VOL II.

Do you know Williams Shakespeare?
I mean have you come across,
Christopher Marlowe’s works?
Damn it! You need to read slave! Read me only!


Haaahaaa!
Come here, you pink reddish ass man!
Have you heard of Femi Osofisan?
I mean have you read
Helon Habila , Onyeka Nwelue?
Stupid of you!
Your intellectual hallucination must stop!

Hey Negro Hello?
Have you ever read of Napoleon
or the crusaders?
Oh sorry
I forgot you don’t read or write.
I am the king of the world.

Beast of all men,
remember your fathers learnt
and also stole Egyptian civilization,
Your mothers,
never as attractive as Saartjie Baartman.
West,
known as thief of history and civilization.
Everyone is a king of his own world, park well*





VOL III

Catch me mother Sheba,
stretch your hands,
place Africa on her feet again.
Mother, my mother queen Sheba of Africa.


_____ I am a man,
An African man so I am.

Father,
on my way from farm of hospitality,
came a visitor with disguised conviviality.
In his hands,
book of salvation,
in mine was a fertile land of culture.
But as we knelt in trust of prayer,
our destiny was switched.

______ Still a man,
but an enslaved African man.

Mother Sheba,
look after Egypt your first son,
and Libya my brother,
injured in 2011;
help Kenya and Sudan my cousins____
Forget not Nigeria your prodigal son,
he’s diseased of geo-political ailment.

______ I remain your dark skinned son,
Whose skin is said means evil.





VOL IV

Butchered in 1885
Africa is raped,
she’s being maimed.


Africa is robbed,
her effort to resurrect is foiled.

Africa is shared,
her body is dismembered.

Africa is sold,
bought by imperialism and its evil hold.

I am an African,
to see survival if I can.

NIGERIA 2015*

Good Evening, Its the #PoliticalMasterClass. The last 48 Hours has indeed been stressful for a few of us... most of the time we have been on the edge of our seats while we humbly played our part and followed proceedings at the 3rd Convention cum Presidential Primaries of the All Progressives Congress which has led to the emergence of General Muhammadu Buhari (Rtd.) as the flagbearer of the party. FROM THE BEGINNING, BIOMETRIC SCANS WERE STRICTLY DONE FOR DELEGATES, THERE WAS NO BALLOT BOX SNATCHING, NO TEARGAS, NO GUNSHOTS, A CONTEST/COMPETITION AND NOT SOME 'RATIFICATION/CONSENSUS' WHICH IS GOOD FOR DEMOCRACY ACTUALLY HAPPENED, THE PROCESS WAS ENTIRELY RANCOUR - FREE AND YET... THE TOTAL VOTES CAST DID NOT EXCEED THE NUMBER OF ACCREDITED DELEGATES. EVEN AT THE END, EVERYONE ACCEPTS THE OUTCOME AS FREE, FAIR, BALANCED AND TRANSPARENT. IT WILL GO DOWN IN THE ANNALS OF HISTORY OF NIGERIA AS THE MOST SUCCESSFUL PRESIDENTIAL PRIMARY ELECTION IN NIGERIA... ALBEIT ARGUABLY! For me the, APC has kept showing its mettle in the organization of party matters which will of course translate that we are indeed prepared to take over the reins of governace and provide all things necessary in the interest of the average Nigerian. Today and of course once again, I am indeed proud to be a card carrying member of the All Progressives Congress and I solemny assure you, #ChangeIsImminent. The Dday remains 14th February, 2014 and I urge you to #SaiBuhari! @AAAdeyeye We Work Together; We Grow Together - For God and For Country!

My pictures at TedX Ife 2014.

Today, I spoke on the theme "Problems with Nigerian readers and the Nigerian Literary Market" at the Creative Writers' Niche programme. #Africa #Ojotisa #AkewiArtsHouse #Writer #Poet #Author #ProudlyAfrican

Dance of Felabration*

DANCE IN THE SHRINE***
Black women with glowing skin,
buttocks roll to rhythm of Abami-Eda,
feminine faces painted as ancestral spirits.

No sandals to defile the temple___
the temple humming the Afro-beat.

On the atmosphere is written,
Natural Nigerian Grass,NNG!
Queens put on our ritual wears.

Deep expertise without western certificates,
familiar looking breasts, stationed all over.

And to the master priest,
having the love of Africa with him,
fighting against corruption!

Black President,
Fela Anikulapo Kuti, come again our legend!

Tell Iyayi Idemudia Will Win*

TELL IYAYI IDEMUDIA WILL WIN!

Who just dey go again
Among us, wey dem dey yanmutu
from time to time.
Abeg who dem beasts just penme
whether for waka abi sleep
whether as padi abi 'i no go gree'
who dem just...abeg, who?

And if una plenty,
wey dem just put for underground
make una tell Festus
say we don tire for cry
and to dey pray for 'rest in peace'
Tell am say we no forget im word
say na dem Idemudia go bail themselves
from these kleptos and vampires;
say na make workers no look back
to comot dem bamboos
wey no dey work at all;
but dey chop dem all.
Say this system no fit better,
abi make im get Jesus.
Na we must pafuka am
and put we own kajola-
where sorrow go be fable
and liberty go be dailybread.

make dem tell Prof
say even if im don go
im work dem dey our heart
and we go dey follow am
and dey tell dem mekunu
say no messiah dey from heaven.
na we go fit change am for them barawos
wey no go allow us gbadun
from our sweats and commonwaelth.
dem own pikin dey go better school
but Idemudia no get kudi
to send pikin go even the rotten schools.
our health na haram for them
and wetin we go chop no mind dem.

Abeg tell Iyayi
Say im don do well
and we no go forget am.
na make dem Idemudia no dey fear at all
make dem hold 'arms in arms'
To send dem Obofun comot
with dem powerful waka like ants
for the streets and workplaces
make nothing divide us at all,
whether race,religion,or gender.

Abeg tell our comrade
say if dem dey do aluta for yonder
make im do am till uhuru
for we for downtown go continue to dey fight
as im don sure say,one day one day
Idemudia dem go win for here and the whole world!

Iyayi, I throway salute o!


A POEM WRITTEN BY KUNLE AJAYI*

DECLARATION OF NO SUBSIDY

DECLARATION OF "NO-SUBSIDY"
Benson, Jerry and other comrades,
thread that path;
that which took you to the streets.

Hold unto the voice of unity,
which walks behind you all.

Speak with a voice,
cleansed of bribery.
Stand on the rock of the martyr.

Even those fallen comrades,
continue the struggle with us.

For their sake, do not relent.
Take along their agonized death to the battle front,
Hold with you the brutality that whisked them to early grave.

Hold on tight to the yelling...
Remember Mustapha who was killed.

Remember the young Adeola from ogba
that was murdered.
Carry with you Musa, whose intestine was spilled in kano...
When you get to the Promised Land,
take our bones of memory with you.