League Day 31 & 32: KOLADE OLAWALE vs KOLAWOLE ENIFENI

This duel is dedicated to all Xenophobias' victims in Africa. We, over here feel your pains, do find these words here as soothing balms to your broken souls.

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THEME: XENOPHOBIA

KOLADE OLAWALE

TITLE: THEIR ACTS

You splashed my blood on walls that were about to colapse and die.

 walls surrounding the ghetto you made me resort to

while you took the smell of me

as a threat to your living.

you acted as though I was a breathless zombie

with a heart stealing away the oxygen

your heart wanthed to breath.

mum keep encouraging me to keep my head up

but a knock on the head is too much

to bury my head in the pool of inferiority

while being bullied by five beardless boys.

hate crime was the food that got the best taste on their

tongue,

you treated my sister like a wolf that munched on your

destiny.

you went pass between her thighs with no permission

as though it was a public walk way.

now I walk the street like an invisible image without a

shadow,

you made me sit behind the closed door

waiting for angelic spirit to bring my dailybread

cause a penny I earn is a bankrupt to your thinking.

you made my dreams inexpressible like a black and

white artwork

till they die like an aborted baby

whose dreams were remould into a daydream.

 

KOLAWOLE ENIFENI SAMAD

TITLE; Xenophobia: A Mother's Nightmare

Oh! Mother

Let me go to viewing the world,

The world that I'd yearned to see,

Ever since I peeped through your thighs,

Ever since I got the first breathe of life.

Oh! My son

I would like you to seeing,

To tour the world in 90 days,

To see where the sea walks

And the land flows,

To see where the tortoise runs

And the frog crawls,

But scared I'm, my son.

Oh! Mother

Let me go!

And I shall tell you about the world in full,

I shall tell you of the brother of my race,

I shall tour deep into my fathers' realms.

Oh! My son

I'm scared of the leopard,

Who perceives the jaguar as not its kin.

Scared of the tiger,

Who sees lion as not a roaring cat.

I'm scared you would be feared–

Because of your color,

I'm scared you would be repugnant.

I'm not settled my son,

I'm scared you would be scared.

Oh! Mother (In tears)

Why is it like that?

Why should I be afraid to roam my land?

The land of my gone fathers?

Do I even have the voice to say I'm black?

Are these the reasons you never left?

©Ennyfheni

 2017