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!