League Day 20; IBRAHEEM YUSUF vs OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

In Africa where gods and goddesses are held in high prestige. Hence, today I bring to you, two wordsmiths who'll be weaving words, words of eulogy to the gods of our father's land; Africa. 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.

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

THEME: gods Of Africa (Eulogy)

IBRAHIM YUSUF

TITLE: For the gods of Africa:

Dear African gods and goddesses,

who sowed the seed of Africa, watered it, and

protected it painstakingly, 

till it grew tall;

roots deep in the mother earth, and branches spread in the free skies,

and left us with its juicy fruits

and friendly shades,

We give you ocean of thanks!

Dear African gods and goddesses,

who held the skies of Africa,

when enemies,

wanted to let the skies fall in,

we give you ocean of thanks!

Dear African gods and goddesses,

when the African sun was stolen,

together with the moon and stars,

Africans were in jet-black  darkness,

days were dark like a moonless night,

confusion was the then order

you didn't join the crying coterie,

you worked hard to bring us light

 that we used to light our ways

till the day we retook our sun, moon and stars,

we give you ocean of thanks!

© Ibrahim Yusuf

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

TITLE; gods of Africa

Oh ancient gods of my father land

who ride on wind and feed on flesh.

You sail on tides without your eyes

for the seas worship at your stead.

Oh ancient gods of Africa,

your names are like silver and gold

carved on our minds like our past leaders

whose deeds burn in our hearts like coal.

Oh ancient gods with thunderous voices

that resound in our ears always.

Your hearts survive without blood

and no mortal understands your ways.

Oh ancient gods that sleep on wind

like feathers sent from above.

No mortal dare question your deeds

for the burning flame is your abode.  

© iPod

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER