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Tuesday, 27 October 2026

OMO MUSHIN BY OLUDASA

 OMO MUSHIN OLOSHA

Follow me, let me take you to the city of

Guirella dreams and soul jarring realities.


Follow me, let me take you to a city where there

Is enough provisions at Ojuwoye Market but kids

Are still hawking on the streets just to have something to eat.


Follow me, let me take you to an Avenue where they padlock

Destinies on palm trees at Palm Avenue.


Follow me, let me take you to a city where everything is do or die.

If Dagrin was a son of God then that is where Jesus was crucified.


Follow me, let me take you to Akala,

Haa my brother, "oyo lo wa" if the offsprings of Shina Rambo

Notice that you're a stranger.


Follow me, let me take you to Ojurin

Where you will find teenagers, teen rangers

Initiated to become angry birds so they fly colours like power rangers.


Follow me, let me take you to Church Street

Where our mothers climb the mountains of fire just to redeem their soul

But the one they call God their father will later become their husband

Because they found another woman in the house by the time they got home.


Follow me, let me take you to Oduduwa Street

Where you will find retired OPC members

Who still tell stories of the part they played when Abiola was overturned in 93.


Follow me, let me take you to Idi Oro

Where the call of duty is gang wars so they count livescores

And if you are lucky not to be dead you will run away in exile,

now the place you use to call your area you are now an outlaw.


Follow me, let me show you how our dreams are so far from our realities

but we are still running around to make ends meet of course.

And neither are we going to accept defeat or blame the gods

For being raised in a city that takes pride in breaking the laws

I didn’t come here to be even but to find my way against the odds.


Omo Mushin Olosha, still I shall rise.


I know you all

Can perceive the anti social demeanour in me even when I try to disguise.

I know you all

Can see the dust of poverty that has settled in the inner most part of my eyes.

I know you all

Can relate to the losses I have gained and the emotions that comes

With paying the price.

But I tell you one thing.

Omo Mushin Olosha, still I shall rise.


I shall rise, not to act like as if I am better than the boys in the area

But to show my area boys what's education for me.

You see, I was raised by uncles who were king of boys on the streets like Reminisce

but wanted me to grow up in a suit and tie living like Naeto C.


So you agree,

That everywhere I go I make sure I carry the emblem of the city in my heart

For everyone to see.

So as you see me, "I know forget" 'cos where I come from only

Few Adekunles realise that their talent is the golden opportunity to leave the streets.


Omo Mushin Olosha, still I shall rise.

Still I am fly as the Eagle on the National Coat of arms.

Flying above the city when the national anthem is sung.

Our son is in the sky that is the rhythm of our mothers waist

When they come to the streets to dance.


I shall rise,

But not to fly to fail to see that Mushin is a family tree.

And if you forget your roots you will be cut of from the Ground.


Omo Mushin Olosha, Still i shall rise!


AUTHOR'S BIO:



Oludasa M. Olubade popularly known as OLUDASA is an award-winning Nigerian spoken word poet celebrated for his evocative, socially conscious, and deeply theatrical performances.


Core Themes in Oludasa's Poetry

• Socio-Political Commentary: His spoken word pieces regularly tackle the harsh realities of Nigerian youth, economic hardship, and political disillusionment, addressing topics like inflation, governance, and societal inequality.

• Pan-African Identity: He often uses imaginative metaphors—such as personifying Africa as a polygamous father with nations as wives—to explore history, colonial borders, and the urgent need for continental unity.

• Intimate and Personal Narratives: Beyond big political themes, he connects deeply with audiences through unexpected, emotional subjects, such as an acclaimed narrative poem dedicated to his well-worn sneakers named "Judah".


Notable Works and Performances

• "We Are": A powerful Pan-African piece that visualizes people of African descent globally as scattered seeds of the Baobab tree, calling for resilience and a reconnection to ancestral heritage.

• Competition Highlights: He gained widespread prominence through riveting performances in talent showcases like the De9jaspirit Talent Hunt, where he demonstrated immense versatility ranging from hard-hitting social commentary to romantic and whimsical art forms.

• "If All I Have...": A reflective, futuristic short piece capturing an artist's inner dreams and aspirations. You can listen to the track on Poetreel.

Connect with Oludasa on Instagram: @oludasa

Thursday, 15 October 2026

THE KING, THE THRONE, THE BELLY AND THE ENGINES...

 

THE SAMURAI 



OLAYINKA SAMSON AREMU (THE SAMURAI)'S 2026 BRILLIANCE SHINE SO BRIGHT ALL THROUGH THIS POWERFUL PIECE. SEE BELOW:


Can You Wear my Shoes?


My eyes have borne things that I don't like

but I don't get offended,

I don't judge you, and I won't until I go through what you are going through.


But why do you judge me?

Why refuse to bounce away your eyeballs from the wall of the limelight that's blinding you from seeing the gross of darkness behind?

Why can't you take the torch of your thinking and flash into my darkness?


Can you wield my storms?

when the tempest comes tossing and your anchor can not hold anymore,

Can you keep rowing, 

                                    and rowing, 

                                          and rowing?

Can you pluck sleep 

from the roof under 

which I was built? 

Can you knit pillows from my piles of emotions and demons?

With the hydra-headed monster of pain and the hunger that holds me within but draws the caricature of a strong and happy man on my face? 


Firstly, can you be me for a second?

Don't you see that I'm like Borno, 

Borno, burning inside with my insecurities,

Lowered by the empty bosom, where self-esteem once blossomed?

Failures from the past that's hunting the present.

Anxieties and regrets that still suckle from the navel of my soul,

That keeps turning and turning time and again!

I wear weaknesses within my DNA,

My fears and flaws floor me.


Can you be in my head?

Can you be me instead?

Can you ponder on what I'm pondering?

Wandering in the wilderness of fear

Of what may, 

Of what may not and what if it's not everything I dream they will be

Different memories from different places bubbling away in my head, mixing into a pungent vinegar of self-blame!


Thoughts that are as deep as seven oceans

Beneath which one can find death...

Can you dive into my depth and not drown?


In my depth, I cry for help when no one is listening,

With the demon of doubt depriving me of deep determination that once dwelt within me.

Almost drowning in the deep sea of depression... 

And I only swim better than concrete slabs!

I don't know if I'm as living as I look,

Or if I'm looking as I live.

Do you know how hard it hits to be me?


The head is the King of the body

the neck is its throne

the belly houses the engines

but all of them; the king, the throne, the belly and the engines, are not too heavy for the feet to carry.

Can your feet carry my body?

Can you shoulder my burden?


Seeing, they say is believing but the truth depends on your point of view.


So, before you clad your mouth with an athletes gear and run it,

Could you at least walk a day in my shoes?

And see if you'd not be shooed?


Before you point at someone’s torn clothes, make sure you’re not putting on ripped jeans.