POEM: TEARS OF HISTORY

Tears of history 
Arike

Baami who is that woman 

Whose wailings fill our ears

Whose anguish silence the birds 
Father 

That is Itan

Mourning for her lost children 

Her sons and daughters

Her hope and life 
Arike 

Isn’t she the mother of Oduduwa the great warrior 
Father 

Yes she is . Oduduwa the great warrior

The brave and fearless man 

I remember the wars he fought for us 

Fought for our freedom 

Stood up to the white gods in our land

Alas! He is now a terror to chickens

Dreams are his battlefield 

Vituperates before his television and newspaper

His victory ends on the cushion 

A cripple that can’t stand to defend his name, identity future, and honour 
Arike 

Surely Akanbi the great farmer is alive to feed his mother 
Father 

Arike your memory amaze me

Akanbi the great farmer son of the land

His bare hands soothes the land 

As he brings her to delivery 

To deliver her of her fruits and tidings 

Out of his abundance 

He feeds the lizards in his house 

His kinsmen  in ivory coast 

He fed for years 

Akanbi  is now a scavenger 

Who waits in line to eat 

Bits and bits from long nosed men 

Akanbi begs in the street 

Depending on biscuits and indomie 

He grovels for food from strangers 

I pity him when I pass by him 

His face distorted by hunger 

Akanbi waits/looks abroad and not below 

For his satisfaction 
Arike 

What a tragedy the death of living sons Baami Segilola nko? I know a daughter will never forsake her mother 
Father 

Segilola eleyinjuege

The great jewel

Pride of her mother 

Fear of all wives

The groaning in men’s groin 

Lusted after by white men 

Segilola sold her pride for fashion 

Her royal beads for dollars 

Her beauty for sophistication

Her culture for civilization 
Arike 

Indeed Itan has lost so much . A great mother abiyamo ni 
Father 

Where did you see Itan was it on your way to the stream ? 

Arike 

Baami it was not on my way to the stream nor on my way to the farm 

I saw her in the wrinkles on Iya agbas face 

I saw her beneath the dark soil Upon which she was once celebrated 

In the ancient tattoo on maamis hand 

In your tribal marks 
Father 

Such is the life of history Itan 

Who cries and weeps

For her past conquests and victories 

Such is  the plight of Nigeria the 56years old mother who keeps on procreating cowards

Her Oduduwa Akanbi Segilola are no more 

Listen again as she wails! 

#teamtcm

#independence vibes

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