DAYO PETERS DESINA

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OUR PALMWINE CHAIRMAN

History shall never be erased
From the book of times
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MUSLIM MISSION

Our Alfa said that
Broomsticks
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THE REIGN OF KING KOKO

The premier abode of
The living books
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LOVE RYTHMS BY DAYO DESINA PETERS

MY LOVE COMPARED
Like the opening
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UNDER THE SHADE OF GROWING LETTUCE BY DAYO DESINA PETERS

When with prophetic eyes
i prophesize the doom
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DEAD IN TWELVE MOONS


He shall be dead in twelve moons
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LET THE WATERS FLOW...Last night...
she came to me

and
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UNIVERSITY HAIKU

Eyes on my wife
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here lies the beheaded
waves of the Khan sphinx...
the throbbing hoes
of these soldiers in red garments
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forever,
guarding through the running
splashes of gold
flung on the high streets of love
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DAYO PETERS DESINA Biography

dayo desina peters is the second child of Reverend and Mrs Sunday Dimeji Desina. His younger sister and the only girl (FIKAYO) in the family means so much to him. dayo desina peters studies in the University of Ibadan. He spends much of his time philosophizing about the existence of God.)

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Our Palmwine Chairman

OUR PALMWINE CHAIRMAN

History shall never be erased
From the book of times
History shall ever hunt
The hiding hoodlum in hot house
Crimes and devilish acts
Shall be brought with the sword
To bite that which professes sainthood


Many moons ago
The magic merchant of Mellanby
With top tunes
Did a festival of victory celebration
Waters flowed; juice swallowed
Slippery floor; slippery men
Intoxication of cataract eyes
And white minds in blood colour


Mellanbites turn drinkites
Dance of a heinous crime
And victory of filthy freedom


The colossus
Perched on a wooden plate with rests
Looked forward
To the beginning of thuggery calculations


Our lot
Sacrificed to the intoxicating wine
Our integrity
The smelling place of a swine
And our freedom
Killed with maggots from the wine


Mellanbites preach; he breach
The peace ascertained in trouble
But ours is the sacrificed lamb
Of the hand of Abraham


Heads bang
On iron body
Display of madness
On UCH road
Galloping with a brush
In his crooked cavity
But our eyes
Closed to the truth
And our brain
Omitted our coming losses
To largely encompass
The sanity of votes
And we sold our generation
For a cup of toxic wine


Now that the doors to our future
Is closed
And what tomorrow has in stock
We are ignorant of

Then,
Let’s clasp our hands
In way of prayers
And our heads bowed
In the eastern direction
Let’s pray for the uncertainty
Of our future
For with opened eyes
We sold our gentle generation
For a cup of toxic wine
And a bite of bad brew.

POSTSCRIPT:
Forget instincts and sentiments. The reality is the truth and to make us patriots, let us understand the truth. I know the brush shall prickle, the lion shall roar and the elephant shall trumpet in anger but, forget instincts and sentiments so as to REMEMBER THE BOND THAT GLUED US TOGETHER…

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