League Day 31 & 32: ADELEYE OLUWADARASIMI vs HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM

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

ADELEYE OLUWADARASIMI

TITLE: Run

They detest their presence.

They can't accommodate them anymore.

They detest foreigners in their midst.

They have decided to chase them out.

They will go violent about this.

They say the foreigners must go in pains.

They had met a couple of hours ago.

In the heart of the valley down there.

Their evil plots will be executed in few hours time.

They will come with red eyes.

They will come with all sorts of weapons.

They are ready to kill any foreigner they meet.

They are ready to spill the blood of non tribes men. 

They won't spare any of you. 

You had better run for your dare lives. 

I can not even stop them. 

They won't recognize me with my grey hair. 

They won't notice my bent back. 

They will angrily fling my walk stick, 

Into the roving fire. 

And push me to sprawl on the hot ash

Like a dying Leper.

I have only come to foretell you, 

Of the coming danger.

To be fore warned

They say, Is to be forearmed. 

Run for your lives my friends. 

Run! 

Oluwadarasimi M. Adeleye

 

HUSSANI ABDULRAHIM

TITLE; STIGMA 

Because our fingers aren't equal, 

Because destinies are like grains 

Sprayed recklessly by a wearied reaper, 

So we search for the cubicles enslaving our gold. 

Like locusts we swarmed away, rummaging for light. 

We swarmed, swarmed and swarmed, 

And our feet learnt strange sands, strange trees, 

Strange tongues, strange days and nights. 

Dawn broke us into Pretoria and Jo'Borg. 

We didn't come to topple nor cease; 

We came to live, to realize, 

To navigate the route to our destinies, 

To mould our bodies and fit into light.  

But you said been black isn't enough, 

That your own shadow is superior. 

But when aparthied was a smouldering knife on your throat, 

Did you not call on these lesser shadows? 

Is this how forgetful and ungrateful you've become? 

Buyelkhaya! Became the song inscribed on your banner, 

So you maimed, you hacked, you burnt, 

And many retraced the wilderness into their mother's lap. 

See, I'd rather die a pauper in my father's shed 

Than crumble cruelly in a strange land, 

Writhing in a shallow dark trench 

With no one to sing nor bless with tears, your grave.