League Day 4: HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM vs OJO ADEWALE

Prior to yesterday's inactivity in the league, I bring you real quick thus Early morning two poets who will be dropping words from the tips of their pen as they contest for the crown.

Don't forget to place your votes accordingly. Enjoy!

NOTE;
1) The judges decision takes 70% of the judgement while well wishes and lovers of poetry votes takes 30%.

2) Upon no circumstance must any of the above mentioned poets vote.

3) The contestants are urged to invite friends to vite for them using the commentsection of this post. No rule exempts you from canvassing for votes.

5) Voting lasts for 18 hours from commencement of Duel.

6) Vote using I VOTE POEM 1 or I VOTE POEM 2

7) Results would be uploaded briefly after the closure of votes.

Good luck to the wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: PATHFINDER

HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM

Title; KINGDOM OF JOY

Deep between the steep thighs of a twin sea,
Where no one asks the whereabouts of verdant stars,
For even the feline moon has failed to hold her own:
Houses only grapple with sandcastles to kiss the sun.

A cub once emerged from her crawling womb of conservatism,
Knowing not how a sullen sun spanks everything in its wake,
Nor how the parroty wind cracks tired limbs of tanninless trees,
Nor how harmattan becomes henna shackling slimy feet.

His father's muscles weren't baritone enough to sway,
Nor was his mother's cries lyrical enough to enthrall.
This mediocre cave was simply not enough for him,
And the brown river which tumbled assiduously in his gullet.

And from a mouth learning to chew wisdom,  he'd said:
I refuse to be tossed about by tyrants in rainbowed camisoles
Whose starry promises are sick, shaggy baskets
Whose bulgy feet lead not into light nor innovations.

I go forth to seek my kingdom of joy,
Where freedom's a flag flaunting her crimson curves in the moon,
Where milk and honey are embelishments of terraced drainages.
There, common man shall be conqueror!

And after many firey seasons,
Wherein a mother's shadow mourned her son in elegies;
No one heard nor saw,
No soul knew if he indeed made it to Valhalla*.

Valhalla: (From ancient scandinavian myth)  a rich palace where some dead warriors go to live with the god Odin.

(c) Hussani- Poet Of Sand.


OJO ADEWALE IYANDA

Title; PATH FINDER

The path a man will tour
Is not written, it is within.
Whatever will kill a man lives in him
Death is just a path to immortality.

A man woke when the day break
Stared into the wall of his palm
Walked into it, toured the lines
He is looking for the future he knows.

He forgot so soon
That the lines on the palm is a mystery
It takes the simple to decipher,
The way up is down.

For a man to walk into the future defined
He needs to find the way,
Humility is a path painted with  virtues
Imageries that beautify your feet with glad tidings.

The path a man will tour
Is not written, it is within
Humility is a rainbow spread on the sky of your heart
Humility is a path, you are the finder.

For when you find humility
You will wear it  and walk into your palm again,
You tour the lines with understanding
For mysteries bow at the presence of humility.

Only a path finder can find excellence
In the belly of a future defined.


GOOD LUCK TO THE DUO!