(Fragments of a poem written in twenty-syllabic tristichs) poem by Simpa Omoluabi

 By Simpa Omoluabi 

In the great light of truth
Fowls of power failure night birds
Owls sunglass their myopic minds

Out of gloom they loom
Unsloughed offshoots of dark minds
Bokoharam come for Moremis

Masquerades of our gloom
Weighing down in forests
Captive hearts with millstones of hardship

Oduduwa means our gloom
Babel is Babylon
And Bokoharam the masked ones

Bokoharam masquerades
Of oduduwa of our beloved
Babel Nigeria

See them Bokoharam
Uncircumcised manifestations
Of the shadows of death

O, we see the king coronated
With sunglasses masking
The eyes symbols of light

Oduduwa means our black heritage
Bokoharam vi’lates
Our black heritage

Bokoharam like all monsters
Thrive at night but are false mornstars
They are false starlights.

Bats need sunglass
For the eyes of the mind
My king take off them sunglasses for daylight

Yemoja, Eve, was worn the mask of death
By which sunlight was eclipsed
In Paradise

If thou king art a bat
Then you’re head of the masked chorus
In this gloom of our hardship

Best man Adam horseman of the engagement
Come unveil the mask
And cuckold your lord

Revelation horseman
I smell the apocalyptic scents
Of the engagement wound

Adam centaur of truth
Riding away with beauty
Wave your trophy the mask of death

In still silence
Hearts of Fatimas ache
Come lift this yashmak of my Eveline purdah

That others wish you in disguise
Is the true evil;
Let’s dispossess all masks of Eve . © Omoluabi S Simpa

The Patient Dog (A flash sonnet) poem by Simpa Omoluabi

The Patient Dog (A flash sonnet) by Simpa Omoluabi
Fourteen year Mumbi, her elder siblings and father
arrived the new refugee camp, Katakuta, last night.
They were apportioned a tent,
each given an aluminum bowl, and were told
whenever they hear the bell ringing it is for feeding,
so the bell rang this morning
and they joined the food rush.

Afterwards Mumbi returned tearful.
Her father asked, ‘What’s the problem?’
She responded, ‘I got almost nothing.
I was being patient for the rush to die.’
The father replied,
‘What else does the patient dog ends with
after others had licked the meat?
It ends with nothing but the bone.’

© Omoluabi S. Simpa