Oludipe Samuel

Oludipe Samuel Poems

Legs freeze jelly-numb! Breath watered to flakes
From a distant class, he longs,
Glued to a doubter’s dream, the image
Sought to crush his heart, to flash
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Grey scalpel, grey slaughterers
Comb sideway of melding blood and brine, seriatim,
Stroke gold-yellow kerosene swells possessive of streets.
Burdened omnibus stabs the broken motorway,
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Crow. Not crack
Raised on bird-gurgle, stray
Tunes shocked on the wave
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'We know the path to promise, a richer cairn
Of kindest hearts.' It was nation, outspoken
In burdens, seeking the once misplaced
Barefaced revolts of every hope
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5.

Beyond mangled
Shadows of broken veils, it strove
A bolt of warmth far off the furrowed all;
Vapours, pore-breaching, of the first
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Mandela, you were no more
Than the lash on my skin –
The fiery hairs wild wild, wave-breaking
As the ocean’s teeth on the running rind
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Oludipe Samuel Biography

Oyin Oludipe is a Nigerian playwright and editor. His poem, 'Student' was shortlisted for the 2014 Eriata Prize for Poetry. He is a contributing poet to two anthologies: '52 Years After' and 'The African Eyeball')

The Best Poem Of Oludipe Samuel

No! She Said

Legs freeze jelly-numb! Breath watered to flakes
From a distant class, he longs,
Glued to a doubter’s dream, the image
Sought to crush his heart, to flash
The sore of his love back in icy waves;
Words sleek beyond players ranting,
Beyond passion imaginable…
But no, she said

Three comb teeth stung his hair –
Or aches they were…three sudden recalls
For his eyes were bare. Honey warmth
Searched the corners of his mind,
His fingers thrust brave to mask the vision
Of lost desires, slow torture of loneliness ghosts.
Still they came, damp squibs of a moment’s
Firm purpose
But no, she said

And he saw his hair was harsh,
Thunders broke from a thousand pores,
A prodigal smile crept beneath a charming face
Of twisted thoughts
Shots over shots, they tease. The romance strained.
Fears came heavy in his breath.
‘Keep on! ’ his watchers cried
But no, she said

What misses in me, the sincerity in my eyes?
Are you finer than Aphrodite?
Reserved for ocean beds of twinkling shells?
No, she said

But wait!
Count the flowing streets, whose bellies
Stretch with scattered hearts of the world…like hairs…
Those are the beauty from your windows,
Your stolen wants cast away…
‘No’s belched from life herself…
Your strength fades to doubt

But no, I say
Where lays your ease, the combs you launch
In the eye of bumps? Lone mortal
Your heart is moist fence on which billions breed.
Be returned to yourself, the universe has sprung
New shoulders of pride, awaits your no, life-alike

So no, you will say
I am no fragment of a broken heart,
A broken dream, a broken hair…
I am the heart, dream and hair –
The unique spot on the face of the earth

Oludipe Samuel Comments

Franca Kenneth 11 June 2012

Wonderful poems you've got. Thumbs up.

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Ukweni Ngozi 08 May 2014

Mr. Samuel, your poems gives inspiration to many writers. your friendship brings happiness to many people but the combination of both is a beautiful part of my life...keep the ink and script together

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Persephone Taylor 19 August 2012

I thank you for inviting me to read your poetry! I enjoy it very much and looking forward to your next post. :)

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Valsa George 23 July 2012

Like a juggler perfoming tricks, Oludipe creates magic with words and ideas and puts forth amazing reflections! ! Hats off to this young talent! ! !

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Ebi Robert 16 July 2012

Sammy, my right thumb is seated upon to air and speaking the language of acceptance. One word. One line of 4 letters, AMEN. Gracias. We must take take the nation flag high!

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His majestic hand, writes and natures the beauty of poetry, the young talent, that seek to marvell in every sphere of his writting skills, some great and amazing reflections, and emotions expresse, with thoughts, keep writting brothe Oludipe, You have a long magnificent poetic future ahead of you The_African_Son T_A_S (Th³_ªfR¹cª¬_šºN)

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