A FLICKER OF HOPE

l'm still counting despite all that has been happening around the world especially this month. 

The woes and sorrows of the BER  month. 

I'm still counting on the hope that there still will be 

Some hope of a change to reduce the score of violence 

Of harrowing pains being felt across the world. 

I'm still counting though without any rosary or forms of beads 

Or cowrie shells tied together for help with the numbers

Yeah I'm still counting though the numbers these days are worthless

With all I see and feel and witness daily...

I am still going to be counting on that faint hope 

A flicker swaying under the breeze of Silent Night.

BURNING THOUGHTS

I can't stop thinking about all who have gone ahead. 
Those who have taken their place at their own mansions. 
Those who have fought the good fight and have truimphed. 
Those who surrendered their flesh and not their spirits. 
Those who stood till our today became.
And to us who fear what others can do. 
Who cower in the corners our rooms 
Whisper our amens in rasped echoes.
Who want to desperately belong to high powered groups
Who crave these glittering wealth 
That evaporates in its touch like the dew
I ponder daily of my actions,thoughts and deeds
I weep in within for the lack of virtues
Adorning the place where all walks alight
And the works that seem not to make impact
So I wonder when O! when will I be able to forget?

WHEN EWII POURED OUT OF ME

When Ewii poured out of me

it is like the endless of 

Time's running water

The mysteries in my soul 

 The bubbles on the tip of my tongue

Often runaway with my speech

I long then for the days 

Yeah of my innocence

When all thought, I knew it all

I eulogise all around except myself

The harmonies 

They play strings with myself

Like a springboard the song 

Echoes

Noiselessly.
When I was me with  no care 

For the troubles ahead
I believed easily solutions will come
And read, from the book of life
The abundance it carried to my bosom
I nursed truth and integrity
Drinking from the wealth they carried
I wore like garlands around me
Words of hope, trust and truth
Words of love only one could give
I was lost in this bubble 

And long for its after life.
(Ewi- means songs or poem)

Olajumoke 

IT IS TIME

O ya Oh ! People
O ya Gbo Gbo eniyan

The land is ready
The tools are waiting

The seeds are calling
They are ready

O ya Oh! People
O ya Gbo Gbo Eniyan

From the sea to the shore
From the shore to the trees

We make a clearing
We make a clearing

For the seeds
And for the tools

We raise an army
Yes an army
We raise a mighty army

Of Men
Of Women
Of their abled body children

Its time to take
The land
From the void

Its time
To fulfill
The prophecy

Its time
To cleanse
The land.
©Modupe Olajumoke Alaga  November 12,2012