THE BANISHED DEMON | Tunde Abdulsalam AKA @savvyminded

You satanic being they call Ebola, Why wage war on us from Liberia, Break the boarder to Angola And crusade death promo in lagos and yola. You regard not the sacred jerusalem and mecca, Rampage America 
And rope your cobwebs in Europe would you murder even the pope? You spell cast us of diarrhoea, form an ally with malaria Using their armies of bacteria, You invade our blood stream areas. We shiver and squirm in a mud of fever, Slowly, we tranquil into eternal Coma Nurses,
 doctors,
 even our Mama Will not dare coming closer if they do, they you you take over You stir fear timid above the air: No warm clasp of our palms, how you dey Now we fist-lift the heavy air, twale and a distant 'rankadede'. You lieutenant to general death parading our town in murder, you must be On an order to erase human race . We bind you seven red and white candle, Your banish sacrifice We offer esu laalu: A fierce-hot palm oil, three burnt nut kola, A calabash of palm kernel And a two-toed cockerel. 

 Arubo ebo da no ooo, ajankoro dugbe,
Iku at'arun lo nile yi oo, ajankoro dugbe.

Odi gba! odi gbere! Igbo rere! We banish you from our land To the be wilderness of demons in the forbidden forest where you belong.

We Cry For Freedom

Gome! Gome! Gome!
chime the hollow metal gong,
at the heaven and earth T-junction,
we settle in throng,
our soulful voice raise long in song,
we chant elegy to our banished freedom!
a bitter chorus sour our divided tongues.

We are the voice of the commoners,
in our soil, we are native sojourners;
snails whose shells crushed by giant feet
at night, we lay sleepy awake,
clothe in neat rag sheets on the streets
pleading with the night
not to shower her gloomy blessings of tornado and storm

our night ritual is to spell cast the horror of the next morning :
leprosy  bellied roads accidents,
spark the killer diseases, kidnappers,
'bokos' with 'okos'_thunder stone
when they all come to bath clean
in the gushing stream of our splashed bloods.

are we not the quiet sob that swallows an unspoken word,
an unspoken word that wouldn't have said it all
like the slaughtered throat of a bleeding pen,
dripping blood of children,
women,
even men,
slithered emotions on the surface of a slate;
minds fainting in demanding state.

Freeeeeeedoooooomm!
our voice thunder above all Kilimanjaros,
sparks of tiny line of light axe our gloomy sky
the bottom pot of planet earth shiver in vibration as we cry
when will our thunderous cry
crack our freedom loose
from this rocky yoke of servitude?

The hour is now
we are free freedom fighters smiling at wars,
Archers charging forward on unity horse.

we are liberty cavalry,
our mission is primary
to be head all racial rivalry,
democratic tyranny
public wallet day robbery
polite treachery,
slavery
and every....

banners of freedom tied to our wrists,
we march in protest to free peace
let the white pigeon fleeeeee
our minds soar in glee
breeze of of bliss vooooozzz
as she gently flee free with ease
in our cities: north west south and east.

Fear no more

Fear no more the clandestine tomorrow
my Hero mind,
She is the yesterday of another tomorrow-
a land my soul may or may not find.

Fret not of tomorrow
for she will become yesterday--
Moses' foot crested on the surface of a rock.

Fear no more tomorrow
she is not an offspring of time
just remnant in Time's intestine.

The male son of time is today,
tomorrow is just fiction, a prophetic say
of a familiar stranger from the land of may.

Fret not of FATE
for her gait is that of a fickle being,
be afraid not of DESTINY her mate
her presence is that of a breeze
not felt in the marrow but, seen.

Fear not the voice of a fortune teller,
the diction of prediction of a professor PELLER
who eavesdrop as he peep
leap and slip half deep
into an unknown world of bleak
to unveil a tomorrow
that is pleasant, a mist of bliss
or that is an hurricane from the wilderness of beasts.

Fret not my soul
when tomorrow threatens to be an hamlet,
lost in a state of tempest
where HOPE, a puzzled mope
in a struggle to co-op
melt fear to a liquid steel
forging a rust iron shackle;
a charmed bangle clutching firm on the ankle.

Oh ye fellow wimpy minds,
the world is just HIS word,
lost not in thought
over ALL that is but lust
that will rust,
folded in his white wide palms is its dust.

THE HAWKS

From the crypt of our lonely rocks,
in bulks comes these terror hawks.

Here and there they are
not so high
in our smiling noon sky, there they fly.

their eyes_a gloomy glow of horror;
pointed at our lasses
is their crooked fingers and claws.

Right before our aghast eyes,
they clang and sunk their claws and  fingers
into the shivery shoulders of our GIRLS

off to their bloodcurdling cave,
they hurriedly wave.

ye ehhhh!!!
E gba wa ooo!
Abike oo Anike oooo Ashake ooo
our daughters ooooo

mamas deserting their wrappers
dizzy,giddy, their entire bodies
on the surface of the sod
with their swarthy thigh flapping in the mud.

papas_with a daze in their gaze
up and down,they blankly pace
with their caps flying in the swirling wind.

Tears of blood rolling down our chicks
as we bend on our knees
holding our bleeding chest
vomiting our wounded hearts.

Those fragile creatures are our future treasures

oh! Our virgin Marias

fastened around their waists like beads
is the seeds of cowries;
our dowry......

in their innocent wombs is the tube
of the defenseless embryos
of our future queens, emperors and kings.

bring back our girls,bring back those jewels;
a freedom song in the tongues of our caged birds

Our Caesars,
gather your wounded wings, fly like a raven
into the profound of their cafe

bring home our girls__save
for their virgin wombs is the pregnancy of our unborn future
slavery is not an iron beads
that befits the necks of these future creatures
they are the emblems that will inherit our image, our literature.

***THE ART***

One night,
Poetry,  a gray-haired sorcerer
flaunting his skills Merlin to a  Seraph.

This adept sorcerer chameleon
from  Art now to an  Act

Like a bat from bird to rat.

At first,
his tap like mama's soothing pat
I felt on my chest
and next, this artful sorcerer
magic to a fragile wave
that blow my mind out of planet earth.

my savvy mind glance,
this must be a journey to France.
He says, this is not to France,
just relax, rejoice and dance
as you journey to a land of trance.

A scenery_ an alive imagery
of a singing African canary
salivating a pool of spontaneous flow

a gentle Tsunami of melody 

penetrating from front _ to back
crawling through all entrances streaming...
over flooding my mind as a whole.

life's melody
whose rhyme time is comedy
a rhythmic beats of tragedy
that moan in the tone of the phones
in the stanzas of life's eulogy

Poetry,
a lyrical oracle commentary
God coil around the tongues of poets
singing inspirational songs of sonnets:
wash stains from human minds
he says again and again.
leave behind no Mephistopheles taint,
splinters of evil in man must faint.
bath them plain 

for at the end, they'll march along
with my white garment saints.

preach peace north south west and east
from monasteries to monasteries...

when ignorant stinking thinking in human
like a serpent sting
making life softly sobbing,
sing to life
a quiet quiet lullaby.

now,
moving sound waves
from the voice of the lapidary stanzas of poems
will echo! through our divided towns and cities
rounding buildings, a ritual of cleansing.

celebrate no enmity,
impurity and insanity are nonentity
disunity among humanity is a calamity.

For every poem is the lord's minister
the poet : a reporter
a persona standing on the alter.

THE ARENA!

For Life is an Arena!
a communion
where nurtured starved opinions
battle for dominion:
a struggle for the "Dominus"
of the communion.

A stage of age,
a forge iron cage
whose center is of outrage.

a bewildered atmosphere
where Spartacus hypothesis,
Batiatus  philosophies
and Crixus ideologies
gather to eat lunches
and trade jabs and punches.

an empire of gunfire
left and right
shouldering fire
somber ember wave.

Horses snorting
swords clanging
glasses shattering
conflict!
confusion!

ohhhh noooooo!!!
Life is not supposed to be
a 'Capua' of catastrophe
with such an apostrophe!

if life is the Arena,
then love is the character_Sura
Deceit _Lucretia
fate is unsteady_ashur
hatred fumble to be come sacred (Claudius Glaber)

A universe
of vast cultural diverse
where conflict and harmony
solemn*
a goose and gander matrimony.

at dawn,
when we were born,
LIFE is a coolly breeze_a wife

but at night,
our heros and pharaohs
now and long gone
we gather  to mourn.

as we mourn,
our oath with fate
catches up with us like nemesis
as death slay our throats
with his blood thirsty knife.

A SPILLAGE IN OUR VILLAGE!

On the burnt ashes,

the remaining of our village

stand a frail female Nightingale.

A model widow

looking so pale

from head to tail

A sorrowful song of 'lament'

sour her tongue as she wail

why is our serene village,

our at ease frontage

now a space of bane?

slowly, our joy reduces to anxiety,

to fear and finally to tears of anguish

that sprang from our weepy eyes

 and flurry the the surface of the earth.

Why is our once limpid streams

and frontage wells

now a settlement of your cruel fuel;

that natural mineral oil

from our soil,

Your wall street oil,

an angelic demonic fluid

that you boil

whose spillage and leakage

barren our soil of fertility

ino oooooo! YEEH! ino oooo
araa dugbo egba wa ooooooo

Our  spindly legs 

rush out of our huts;

our thatched roofs blazing to the floor

chasing us out of our homes

like a snail that finds splinters in her shell.

our water that once soothes

as it smooth our skins

from our heads to  foots

now fries our peoples flesh

leaving them skinless,

lip-less skeletal brown teeth

lying on our streets.

APOLOGY TO MY PHONE

One night,
i was alright
when a fight  broke in my belly
as all worms
march a protest to the telly.

this creatures are so yelling
that i should feed my belly
with a deli of rice
and a glassy tube of sprite
that i bought at shop rite.

i flung you
lying flat on a bench
and you neighbor a sachet of pure water
so chill like a kondes milk.

The pure water gently bent
resting her cold body on you
as it starts to spill
leaking and sneaking into your seals
penetrating the holes
in your keypad skin
streaming deep in and in
into your classy glassy screen.

a gutter of this acidic water
streaming in your blood stream
worming through those tiny cords
of your electronic intestine
till it floods your mother board

oh! my God!
was all my lips could afford

i immediately wish you could talk
when my sight
saw all your strive to resist pain
all in vain
as this toxin stream your vein
getting your mental board in sane.

A call broke in,
a ting
from your grin grin tone
now a horror song
as you groan.

oh my phone !
was my next tone
as our shared connection and emotions
made me moan

an effect that sat me pensive
as i get sensitive
to reflect on how you and me both roam
reading all tomes
from zone to zone;
Jerusalem to Rome
and back home.

i pin my eyes on your screen
as it starts to blink
your multiple colour of blood ink
starts to fade as all colour shrink
now no picture can be seen

you are now a lifeless being
lying on my sweaty palm
i know i have committed a sin
and here is the apologetic me.

A Dialogue With youths

Lend me your ears youths!
hmmn.... a melody that sooths
flowing from the throat of my flute
Youths! come let's Dialogue.

i've always chew in my imagination this monologue
hmmn.... Youths listen to my prologue.

That DRUG you see is a tug
never you embrace him with a hug
turn your back,
as you disgrace him with a shrug.

Stepping on his noble red carper rug,
staggering as you slog,
a BRT lane to an early morgue
that drug had already dug.

Though, he promised you euphoria,
but! he should in fact be your phobia
oh! what an epitome of mental malaria.

you mind is that citadel,
that drug will leave only retarded;
oh an island so divided.

here is my epilogue
Just don't do drug

LOVE IS TOUGH!

LOVE!
A cold hot fireice they say you are
how did you Merlin  your entrance
into my steel stiff heart?

Freelance,
into my diamond hard like heart
you lure your entrance.

In you, I've always been an Atheist (an unbeliever)
How did you grab my heart
making me shiver as i quiver
drowning in this warm cold river
of your sensational fever?

you tranquilize my still steel heart
who always says you're such a bluff,
a fluff,
oh! you're much a tough stuff.

A Wayne of rain my heart is melting
A shower of sun oh a heart  so frigid
maybe it's actually tepid. 

The most powerful emotional words
is such a freak,
dried of ink to paint how it feels
 Hollow!
deep inside THERE is total bleak

Even as i wail,
my heart so pale
just as i smile
my joy, flowing calm like river Nile

I am neither well nor ill
what do i even feel?
an emotion of no motion
maybe now I'm a fiction,
NOT REAL!

THE STORM

Lying on my Raffia sofa
comes the quivering of our earth.

a grumpy thunder grumbling,
its sound wave tumbling.

Deep in the ears of our earth,
this horror voice is rumbling.

A dusty rain showering on our roofs;
dark cloud invading white,
a dreadful lightning tattoo our sky.

the highest hills and mountains shivering
oh! Yeh! why is our world trembling?

Oh! No!
A giant 'Iroko' tree has fallen
what a great lost we are befallen
Africa's mind is deepened in silence, sullen.

Our gigantic 'iroko treee'
 the sunrise to sunset of your life
 is a drive,
a strive,
a fight for freedom
that left you in years of solitude 
in the semi-darkness of the white man's cell,seldom.

you are indeed an emblem of our Jerusalem,
a creature of wisdom,
the 'Opomulero of African kingdom.

Goodbye MADIBA
fair well in my native language, 'odigba'

your image will never fade from our imagination
to human race,
you are a wonderful donation