For Him...

When in April 2013
Her soul fled... ignited

Like a car engine...
Still, he steered hard on her timid face

Oh passion mixed with tension
Even at a Praying Ground?
On her, he kissed with words
Making her dance and say 'cheese'

Into her soul like showers of waters
Penetrating her resilient heart
With words, rhymes and signs
As such..she scattered her Brazilian hair

At every little chance,
she, of his name, chant
Even in the belly of struggle
she lept in bubbles with jumping smiles

Wow! the - vocally endowed!
Little wonder,that feeling of 'Somehow'
Caress the walls of her pointed nipples
As she murmurs ...With a loud silence.

Painstakingly combing a breath of fresh air
In and out of her very unique nostrils
Like a helpless lamb in the altar
..Curling the angered joy of distance.

Words, rhymes, massaging rhythms
To the veins in her flowing blood
Back, front, left and right
Signalling at her swelling "Kinni"

"I will never let you go..."
The song she sang with a resounding bang
Ko-La 'wole' come in to stay, stalk me today
Into the bottomless deep of my flaming hill

Cos from 'Maba, she, in irony surrender,'
Her head, her shoulders, her feelings, her soul
Like they've long belong
To Bankole Kolawole, her funky, naughty Lover.

(NB: Maba is a place along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway)

Written by: Bankole Kolawole
Edited by: Bamgbade Bams Adetoyese

GREEN GREEN CRY

Why the cry of the green
In the language of our ancestors?
Feels badly battered
By the newness of modernity
And the making of perishables
With its attendant methods and machines
Made to spit into the sky
The warned spits of death
Which gives the 'pleasurable' pleasure
And makes everything 'kia kia'
Kia! I have called London
Kia! I have bought fast food
I even want a Kia Rio
But Green's eyes? 'Reddest redness'.

Now Green is returning with smiles
Our visitors' book now filled
First as disastrous Felix and Katrina
Second as Noah's second experience
Sometimes opening its mouth, wide
Like anaconda to swallow unfortunate 'homos'
The fear of tsunamis have become the beginning of wisdom
To love of three scores is now to be Methuselah
The global village being heavily ravaged
By global warming
And now becoming a global oven
Forests turning lands, lands turning deserts
Deserts turning hell, hell on earth.
And green is still returning with strange strange countenance.

(Note, Kia is a Yoruba (one of Nigeria's 3 major languages) word for 'quick' or 'speedily')

Written by: Patrick Tanloju
Edited by Bankole Kolawole