Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

FATE. 

Lay me beside these still running waters

till the tears from the cloud rend my heart

piercing it asunder with lullabies of past bloodshed.

Lay me beside these still running waters

that I may behold the iniquities meeting at the

 confluence of errors.

Lay me beside these still running waters

till the tears from the cloud rend my heart.

Wrap me tight like the fate of a dead man

squeeze me like the left-overs of a drop of foam

let my deeds journey with me along this silent street.

Wrap me tight like the fate of a dead man

mend my torn heart with threads of regret.

Wrap me tight like the fate of a dead man

squeeze me like the left-overs of a drop of foam.

Lay me beside these still running waters

till the tears from the cloud rend my heart

wrap me tight like the fate of a dead man

squeeze me like the left-overs of a drop of foam.

By the Waters of Babylon -- Cecil Collins

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

THIS IS NOT A GOODBYE

This is not a goodbye

cos when your heart beat
makes a sound which you feel
I am there breathing with you.

Go far away from home
I will keep solace in loneliness
away with the behavior
even when I make the strange land my home
yet I will keep you in mind.

Hold me closer to you,
let me rest under your arms,
let my heart breath chat with yours,
tho this is not a last greeting
cos I am behind your shadow.

I will pick my bag and leave
as I head towards the east,
remember to take along with you
the bond that binds us together-
Love.

This is not a goodbye
just a reminder
to knot our minds together
even when we seem afar
yet our souls still meet
at the tarmac of remembrance.

This is not a goodbye
cos I took your selfie
with the sharpest camera- The MOON
so that every time it rains
and switches on its light
I remember your face.

This is not a goodbye
this is just the beginning
of our physical departure.

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

YESTERDAY IS HISTORY

Fed daily with frozen foods of torment

prepared in the kitchen of distress
cooked with gas of sorrows
to fill us to brim.

Yesterday;
we drank wine from the gourd,
gourd fabricated with lies
lies that ruined us of our day
day we cry of yesterday.

Tears of the pregnant cloud seize
to hearken to the voice of the dry land
on the altar of thirst
pleading of the yester-days wrong.

Yesterday;
we slept on foams of hope
hoping to see flames of hope
spring from the burning fire
to awaken us cos
Yesterday Is History.

 

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

I.
Of things unfold
stories yet many untold
visions printed on templates unseen
awaiting the morrow

for tomorrow is a mystery
only the eye can tell.

II.
Across drizzling drops outpours
of infected defected rains
falling on spoilt rotten heads
flooded by maggots of thoughts

for tomorrow is a mystery
only the eye can tell.

III.
Of darkened thoughts shaking
by waves of many doubts
turning points of lingering hearts
at bus-stops seeking trace

for tomorrow is a mystery
only the eye can tell.

IV.
An ant race
walking on fruitless ripened rate
akimbo eye balls fixed on hangers broken
by shouts of the fallen walls

for tomorrow is a mystery
only the eye can tell.


Photo by Mei-Chun Jau

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalakan writes

WIND OF CHANGE.  

Gowns are lifted up
to worship the blowing wind,
trousers are dancing wide
all for the rushing wind.  

Fertile lands are raped by spilled blood
gushing out of the hopeless souls
who died to survive
all for change.  

Days, weeks, months gone past
sorrows occupied the heart's building
for our riches
perished while we beheld it.  

Now
let the land receive its portion
of the fertility of the time.
Let the clock be shifted back to days when souls smile.
Let the suffocated minds
be filled with winds of change.

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

TELL

Tell ignorance
to keep watch at the gate of our destinies
for there shall trucks of fortune’s dreams zoom in
as vehicles of biased mind go out
while we shall keep singing songs of freedom.

Tell death
that we shall await the day
when it shall be thrown into the deep for a great damnation
after taking away great pathfinders.

Tell tears
to keep rolling down gently
as they fill our minds with waves of disturbance
for we shall cry it out today
as tomorrow will be better.

Tell it to the sun and the moon
that we speak as Joshua
to stand still
till we finish this battle with destiny changers
who disvirgined our lands
with the manhood of their guns.






  

 John Martin: "Joshua Commanding the Sun to Stand Still upon Gibeon"

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

SHE

Alice,
as we walked along the estate of love
trees kept snapping their branches as we broke words of love.
Wind naked the clothings of the soil
as songs of love filled the silent air
while we kept walking with our hands glued.
 
Alice,
let the wet clothes of my love
be spread on the hanger of your beauty
where no wind of hatred blows
for a lasting love.
 
Alice,
as I daily behold your beauty
flinged amidst the longing of my heart,
I wish to see you wrapped under my arms
whilst the cold weather boils warmth.
 
Alice,
let me be the fire that burns the love
while you be the wood that needs it burn
with no water to quench.

Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan writes

TONIGHT

Tonight,
I shall sit beside the burning pot
where my mama sits to make her meals.
I shall watch how the flames flog tears off her eyes,
as the foods go on boiling with her dipping her hands in its hotness
whilst she tells me how to make meals.

"Listen to the roars of the ants on street
and the barking of the goats"

Feel the breeze that opens our clothings,
the one who covered our macheted bodies
with scars as ancient marks.

Affliction is our daily cream
to which we used to rub our bodies
after bathing with waters of distress
in the bathroom of death.

Agnes:
remind me of the songs our fathers sang
while spraying their destinies with pistols of fear.

Victor:
bring to my memory
the songs our mothers sang in anger
while misfortunes naked them
for tears to feel their heart
after the dagger of the sword on their hopes.

Tonight,
I shall sit by the river of Babylon
to behold our Zion's left-over embers
which was once great
before captivity ruined it.

Tonight,
I shall have meeting with the god of thunder
to puff more fires, for war has began.

I shall talk to the goddess of the river
to pump in waters to fill territories to flood.

Tonight,
I shall keep my eye closed
head bent to the dust of their flight
for the time has come for revenge.