Thursday 11 August 2022

IMMINENT SAPA, INEVITABLE JAPA

 **IMMINENT SAPA, INEVITABLE JAPA **

the day dawns
the night dusks
time travels into tomorrow
and Naija gets emptier
because Sapa is imminent
Japa is inevitable
brains melt and seep out
through the pages of visas
only to freeze on the colder side
to be preserved and put to use
because Sapa is imminent
Japa is inevitable
children are evicted from their homes
by the barbed hands of hunger
shoved out like bastards
into the arms of strangers
because Sapa is imminent
Japa is inevitable

Wednesday 19 January 2022

OSHODI


 

One morning, 15yrs ago, I looked down from Oshodi bridge, and I saw a sea of heads.

Over a thousand humans. Some going, some coming.

Traders with wares on the heads. Artisans with their tools in their hands or slung over their shoulders. Office workers with ties around their necks.

They were all in a hurry. Sweating faces, impatient smiles. Different

destinations, one mission- the daily bread.

It occurred to me that every one of them had their own stories, which we may never get to know.

For some, it is betrayal; hunger; abuse; hope denied; a cheating spouse; a dying parent; a sick child; a new contract; a mission to kill; a koboless wallet; a new job; a sack letter waiting;

different faces,

different stories,

different realities.

The train deafens the atmosphere as it rumbles past, causing the earth to quake slightly.

Men sit on the moving train as they journey to their respective hustles.

One man chews on an oily puff puff. The oil froths at the corner of his lips. The wind blows off the oil and spittle right into the yawning mouth of another hustler who is looking straight ahead, lost in his own story.

The puff puff eater crumples up the soaked newspaper wrapper, tosses it away, and then proceeds to wipe his hand clean as he runs it through his uncombed Afro hair.

From on top of the refuse dump sandwiched bridge, I look with pity...but the clouds do not.

Thunder claps aloud. Lightning like stretch marks streak across the skies in the distance.

Rain comes pouring down.

Thousands of humans scamper in search of non-existent shelters.

Half an hour later, the rain is gone just like it came.

And in their thousands, they all came crawling out of their corners. Their hearts heavy with their stories. Their eyes, hopeful for a better tomorrow.

 


Monday 2 November 2020

Hands


 

STAY ALIVE

 

Stay alive

to see the flowers bloom

to watch the sun rise

to see the rainbow

after this torturous storm.

 

Stay alive

to hear the birds sing

and to wince at the roaring markets

to hear your lover whisper

the words, "I love you".

 

Stay alive

to smell the sea

and the sweet fragrance

of a baby's powdered skin

to inhale the sweet aroma

of freshly cooked stew.

 

Stay alive

to taste the sour-sweet nectar

of agbalumo come next season.

to relish ofe onugbo, ofe nsala

and obe gbegiri and ewedu

 

Stay alive

to feel the gentle touch of the wind

the fingers of a friend

upon your cheeks.

to feel the warm embrace of life.

 

Stay indoors

Wash your hands regularly

Corona will leave soon.

Stay alive, my friends.

We shall overcome!

 

THEY'LL COME AGAIN

 

They'll come again

Like death with a sickle

Like a plague with pus

They'll come asking

For a chance to ruin your dreams.

They'll come with sweet words,

Words like candy-coated venom

The Tempters will come in 2023

But when you are about to fall

Remember the fallen of 2020

They'll come again

Like termites with steel mandibles

Like a scorpion with a thousand tails

They'll smile and wink at you

But their lips hide lethal fangs

And their winks are but triggers

That will open fire on your future

The Tempters will come in 2023

Just when you are about to fall

Remember the fallen of 2020

 

Monday 19 August 2019

A FEMINIST AND HER SON

The year 1900 saw the birth of the most badass feminist in Nigerian history. She was known by many names. Some called her Mother of Africa, others called her the Lioness of Lisabi. However, she was officially known as Funmilayo Ransome Kuti.
She was married to the great educator and fiery clergyman, Israel Oludotun Ransome Kuti, and gave birth to some of the greatest men that walked the Nigerian earth. She was the mother of Aunty Dolu, Prof. Olikoye, Fela and Dr. Beko.
She did many great things in her life, most famous of them was being the first woman to look at a car, grab the keys, got in and drove it, paving way for other women to drive cars.
In her early 20’s, she organized literacy classes for market women. That was just the beginning, as she also went ahead to fight for the right of women to vote. In addition, she fought the local Egba authorities and even the colonial masters on behalf of the women folk to stop the arbitrary taxes demanded of them.
When she couldn’t take the high handedness of the Egba Monarch anymore, she led a multitude of women in red-eyed protest to the king’s palace.
Guess what? The Oba japa…he took off! He couldn’t stand the feisty amazon and her horde.
On the international scene, she traveled far and wide, especially to the Eastern bloc, where she rolled with the likes of Chairman Mao Zedung. Consequently, she became a thorn in the flesh of the West.
Just imagine what her home was like because her husband was the famous no-nonsense school principal and preacher. Many a great mind were shaped under his pedagogical guidance and corporal discipline. His cane expelled the haughtiness of a young prince that later became the Ooni of Ife. He was also among other things a great activist and one of the founders of the National Union of Teachers (N.U.T).
Funmilayo founded a nursery school, where her kids and others were first schooled before proceeding to secondary school. She believed and pushed for gender equality, which made her do everything to empower women, educationally, financially and politically.
All her children grew up to become accomplished professionals with enviable ideals.
Of particular interest to this write up was one of her sons, Fela Anikulapo Kuti.
Fela was an enigma. He was larger than life.
Just like his mama, he was also an activist, who used music as a weapon in attacking the despotic government of his days.
Fela also loved women unashamedly…and they loved him too. At a point, he married 27 women in a single ceremony.
His women spoke highly of him as a fantastic lover. They said he treated them well and even extolled his patience with them and also his sexual prowess. Fela was reputed to be a man who had sex with several women, several times a day.
It is worthy to note that Fela first wife whom he married legally never divorced him…never remarried and never spoke ill of him despite his harem. What a man Fela must have been!
Despite being the beloved son of a badass feminist, and lover of many women, Fela voiced his views about the African woman, just like he voiced his views about bad governance and Pan-Africanism. He sure did not believe in total gender equality.
Fela released the popular song “LADY” in 1972.
Here is an excerpt of the lyrics:
"...She go say him equal to man
She go say him get power like man
She go say anything man do himself fit do…
She go want take cigar before anybody
She go want make you open door for am
She go want make man wash plate
For am, for kitchen….
African woman go dance
She go dance the fire dance
African woman go dance
She go dance the fire dance
She know him man na master
She go cook for am
She go do anything he say..."
In 1978, when Fela’s Kalakuta Republic was invaded by “unknown soldiers”, his great mother, Funmilayo was with him and she was thrown out the window. She died months later in a coma resulting from the injuries of the defenestration that she suffered.
This mother loved her son, despite some differences in their views. And Fela mourned his mother in both words and songs until the end of his life.
Question: How will today’s feminists react, were they to have sons like Fela?
Kunle Omope

Monday 27 May 2019

NA DEM, RUN (A POEM)

1.
When you jam dem, run.
Don’t be like the sand
Who lamented about the wave
That while she was sprawled at home,
Basking in the sun,
To get the best tan for him,
He was busy traveling
Through many lands,
Only to rush back home,
To give her a pat on the bum
Leaving her incomplete
And taking a part of her with him.
when dem dey do like wave,
na dem, run!
Run far far. Make you no come back, lai lai.
2.
When you jam dem, run.
Don’t be like the tongue
Who complained about the teeth.
And how they all ganged up against him
And drew his blood
In a quest for survival
For a meal that belonged not to him
Or any of them.
But, he, the tongue would still endure
A gang bang of the ruthless 32,
Yet nestling in their midst
Healing while awaiting
Their next assault
When dem do like teeth,
Na dem, run!
Run far far. Make you no come back, lai lai.
3.
When you jam dem, run.
Don’t be like the tree
Who said of the Wind
“He smashes my head with blows
My leaves take leave of my face,
Then, he bends my neck
With his strong fingers
But I keep coming back to him,
Even though he walks away every time”.
When dem do like Wind,
Na dem, run!
Run far far. Make you no come back, lai lai.


KUNLE OMOPE