Fela Anikulapo Kuti Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Fela Anikulapo Kuti



Fela Anikulapo Kuti, spoken of in delight and decadence:
Fela Anikulapo of many smashing and shapely maidens;
Fela: the smoker of hemp; whistling and whispering,
Fela: the fatal Slater, causing too deep a wound.
Fela: as to Ifa god, to many, his place, the Devine,
Fela: maestro, awesomely so, still is, has been; eternity is.

The colossal and hideous death he fought:
It is finished, many, miserably felt and wept,
Among them, whom truly he loved and loved by,
Heavenly rest and peace, wished him, resignedly.
For many evilly others, the maestro tugged and ripped,
Good riddance their relief: for, no one has yet vanquished death.

But death do not be smirking; you have conquered,
For fela was born an anikulapo - who pocketed you at birth,
An immortal, the gods invested to choose the time and path to decay:
Point in time to pick to rests his bones and shed his feeble flesh;
So his fruits - femi and I - ready and ripened, with our felt-tips sharpened,
Can, as has shown in news and shows, carry on the struggle: and he, lives on.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: personality
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