Chronicles Of One Two Three Poem by Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi

Chronicles Of One Two Three



CHRONICLES OF ONE TWO THREE

One is the Old wretched witch with long hairs and tattered cloths, that dwells in between the valley of Ayeyipo and Kunmi.

Two is the laluumi the innocent child of Aduke,
Whose head was smashed against the wall of Saare during the war against the Ife allies.

Three is the cry of grandmother's black coal pot, that feeds the black and grey of the soil of Eleinjare with great aroma and unending spices.

Four is the speed of the eluding Ikoko ajegun jeran, at the sight of Odetunde fortified long gun, that rainf-full night in the forest of Odaju.

Five is Esubiyi of guns and charms, the unfortunate lubber of Aiyetoro, whose work is to obtain from the emigrants of layipo village.

Six is the fruitful garden of Iya kofa, where lads of different source comes to pay homage to the Lord of hunger before proceeding their journey to school.

Seven is the narrow road from Ile-Arowofala
Leading to Oke-Agbono of which ghost and spirit dwells.

Eight are the fifty-five erudite literati of
Oloye ComprehensiveCollege,
Whose literary might are paradoxical
Whose days are of stick and wheep
And whose future are of the leading bright.

Nine is the ancient Owiwi of Laduba that tweets the eulogy of Orisa-Oko to the farmers of Ganmo.

Ten is Iyunloye the world most beautiful woman of the centuries of the Nine-teen, Whose beauty made the great wall of Owu fall in a pool of blood.

Eleven is the divine descending of Orunmila from heaven, of which he brought Ikaraun along.

Twelve is Okunade the brave soilder who led the allies of the Ijebu's, Ife's and the Oyo's into the ambush and killing of every single male in the kingdom of the Owu.

Thirteen are the fifty-six Odu of Ifa, thus the Eji-ogbe, Oyeku-Meji, Iwori-Meji, Odi-Meji...

Fourteen is the ancient Alaafin,
The son of doom, the son of misfortune
The son of sickness, And the lad of death
Which death dare not kill, misfortune dare not befall neither will sickness dare strangle.

Fifteen is the bleeding Of my pen
Of which might made Abike fall in love
And Ashake vowed I must be hers.
While Amoke possessed me with a love poison.

(C)Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2017.

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