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,
...
Crow. Not crack
Raised on bird-gurgle, stray
Tunes shocked on the wave
...
'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
...
Beyond mangled
Shadows of broken veils, it strove
A bolt of warmth far off the furrowed all;
Vapours, pore-breaching, of the first
...
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
...
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
...
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')
In Lagos Hours
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,
Retracts to stoop to grey hawker-
His coy belly is distended from hunger
The hovering dust pleats the road
Tar holds sway smoky rust like confounded wraiths
Possessive of the runway;
Rebukes from spice-caked stall-women stalk
Annoyed warden as ghostly whispers ashore yet
Enchants pot-bellied man shaving beard...
Blast, fire, ruckus, receded prayers on rolling tyre
Limp night.
Hollow dawn
Nets resonances of thousand penchants.
Light on trailer crevices
Echoes back upon rushing tandems.
Beneath a sky darkly blunt
She heads home beating the throng's plaint
Above haunted night-watchers,
Trampling adire women, soul-sour policemen
Of leaking uniforms.
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
I thank you for inviting me to read your poetry! I enjoy it very much and looking forward to your next post. :)
Like a juggler perfoming tricks, Oludipe creates magic with words and ideas and puts forth amazing reflections! ! Hats off to this young talent! ! !
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!
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)
Wonderful poems you've got. Thumbs up.