OLADEJI POPOOLA Poems
|1.||Her Heart Breaks||3/31/2018|
|2.||Mother, I Shall Bring Thy Joy||4/4/2018|
|3.||The Oppressor I Know||3/31/2018|
|4.||Adulthood At Dawn||4/12/2018|
|5.||Who Will Tell Your Story, What Will Tell Your Story||4/12/2018|
|6.||In A Garden Waiting For A Love||4/20/2018|
|7.||Wife Like No Other||4/20/2018|
|8.||My Son, Don't Cry||4/20/2018|
|10.||Girl Child Weeps||4/27/2018|
|11.||The Path We Walk...||8/25/2018|
|12.||A Tale Of My Dream||4/12/2018|
|14.||Saara (My Appeasement Feasts)||3/31/2018|
|15.||Rise And Keep Rising||4/4/2018|
|16.||Only In My Dream||4/10/2018|
|17.||Where I Come From||3/31/2018|
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Where I Come From
You can throw me stones because I cast,
or declare me wanted because I define
my fatherland. I am not a bastard.
Let me talk! You can toss the coin hundred times,
I am black, I am African.
From Oyo ile to the crest of Olumo rock,
I sailed through Erin Ijesha waterfalls
and uplifted through Sambisa forest to
Oke Ibadan hill. I reside where people
want rain to fall on a single roof.
My skin colour doesn't define my tongue,
neither symbolizes my cognitive possession.
Where I come from is where menace is a staple
food like maize.
The Oppressor I Know
I tried to write but my ink agglutinates
I tried to speak but it seems my
voice has been betrayed by the wave.
I forced my hands, my legs but
gesticulation betrayed me more than
The stone landed on my skull,
the one the oppressor threw to