Enslaved By Your Charisma. Poem by Olamide Adebayo

Let me take the best of my clothes,
To wipe clean the worst of your shoes;
Just to have you stroke my intellect
With your moneyed speech.
And I will sit to watch
On the thorny mat of patience,
To gather the crumbs of your wit.

If hit by the stray of your bullet;
And by chance, lie cold in coloured pool,
Let me be buried under your feet,
And I will be honoured, kissing the drivel beneath.

Cut through the weeds of my derailed instinct,
With the sharpest edge of your art.
And it will be more of a honour
If I am uprooted, and planted in your garden;
To grow healthy,
And have the rich soil bolster my emaciated branches.
Let me have a taste of your liquor;
Perhaps, a cup of your wine
Will cure my insanity.


(Dedicated to Professor Babatunde Akinwande Oluwole Soyinka) .

Inspired by ORI AGBE
by Professor Hakeem Lasisi(art editor of Punch Newspaper.