League Day 33: ONI TOMIWA vs JOSIAH AKPAN
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THEME: STOLEN PRIDE
ONI TOMIWA
TITLE: FAREWELL
I remember,
Those nights under the wholesome moon
As we count our dreams
On our fingertips.
You built an empire for yourself
In our world of imagination
And I, your brother
Was the chandelier giving direction
To the path of our desires.
My sister,
I am pained, my legs are chained
To the shackles of backward culture
I could have made myself a warrior
Wiping out the feet of those effeminate men
Who came with baskets of colanut
And gourds of palm wine
For your tender hands
In unholy matrimony.
I heard your cry
That fearful night of painful circumcision.
They laughed in the compound
While you groan in pain.
Do not lose your dreams
To this wanderer
In the wilds of delusion.
I just wish father knew
The sweetness of your thoughts
And the bitterness
Of an unripe bride price.
Farewell,
Be strong
And find yourself
Amidst the shards of broken dreams.
I remember,
Those nights under the wholesome moon
As we count our dreams
On our fingertips.
You built an empire for yourself
In our world of imagination
And I, your brother
Was the chandelier giving direction
To the path of our desires.
My sister,
I am pained, my legs are chained
To the shackles of backward culture
I could have made myself a warrior
Wiping out the feet of those effeminate men
Who came with baskets of colanut
And gourds of palm wine
For your tender hands
In unholy matrimony.
I heard your cry
That fearful night of painful circumcision.
They laughed in the compound
While you groan in pain.
Do not lose your dreams
To this wanderer
In the wilds of delusion.
I just wish father knew
The sweetness of your thoughts
And the bitterness
Of an unripe bride price.
Farewell,
Be strong
And find yourself
Amidst the shards of broken dreams.
JOSIAH AKPAN
TITLE; STOLEN PRIDE
Gourged as though with fetish beats,
Beaten into submission.
What we valued, we took for less;
& what was less, we valued.
They brought their trucks to get the trunks
of garbage we sought to dispose.
We thought them stupid to come for our crumbs
& swallowed the laughter with palmwine.
Garbage in, garbage out
was the code we thought it would run.
But who looks for garbage as the product of exquisite pearls?
Is this not the palm the farmers rejected?
How does it sit as supreme leader in Malaysia?
Gourged as though with fetish beats,
Beaten into submission.
What we valued, we took for less;
& what was less, we valued.
They brought their trucks to get the trunks
of garbage we sought to dispose.
We thought them stupid to come for our crumbs
& swallowed the laughter with palmwine.
Garbage in, garbage out
was the code we thought it would run.
But who looks for garbage as the product of exquisite pearls?
Is this not the palm the farmers rejected?
How does it sit as supreme leader in Malaysia?
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