Adebayo Akande Smartfingers Poems

Somewhere in the silent recess of my mind
A forgotten memory is re-born
Memory of a miracle that never happened
On that gloomy day, darkness hunted our hopes
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PULL MY STRINGS

Pull my strings oh Muse,
And my smart fingers will
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Like the ever eluding ebb of tide;
The gradual graying of the once yellow sun
The plot is cheating my notions
‘Tis is beating my imagination
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Cursed be that day
Yea, woe betide that gloomy day
When the ram-rod straight, oven-hot carbide missile
Targeted no-one but you
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If the sallah cow wanted a revenge
A payback for spilling its blood
For savouring its salty meat
It should’ve sought subtler ways
Not my own flesh
Olounmaje, Not my life!
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I'm Ailing...
My heartbeat is failing
Call not the physician
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Omoolewa, omodara odejo
Thou beauteous of beauties
Thy gait of feline grace
and spotless charming face
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Flaunt no more your ‘weapons’

In them, my picky eyes takes no delight
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Under the burning sky we toiled that day

Night embraced day and the sky grew gray
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In the archery age, arrows are most dreaded
Ravenous Swords and jackknives too
Of ghastly fear and shock in man they render
In this jet age, bombs and missile are most revered
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