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Thursday, 1 May 2025

OF A CERTAIN SAMURAI

 

AWARD WINNING SPOKEN WORD/PERFORMANCE POET, OLAYINKA SAMSON AREMU (THE SAMURAI)  

SPOKE THESE WORDS 





I came across this quote online sometimes ago, “Everyone can write, but not everyone is a writer” - I believe many have seen or heard it too. Then like a plate of “jollof rice”, a revelation was served before me; “Everyone speaks poetry, but not everyone is a poet”.

I am saying this from my vantage point as a Yoruba person. My mother’s language, Yoruba, and poetry are interwoven. Let me give you some examples; “Ebi n pami” can literally be translated to the English language as “hunger is killing me”. In that sentence, you see how “hunger” is given animate attribution. You understand that when you are not eating you are dying. Let me give you another example; “gbe otto mi” which is translated directly as “swallow the truth.” “Truth” is given a physical form and swallowed, like it is a pill, to keep it from the knowledge of people. There are countless of examples of poetry in the everyday Yoruba language. A Yoruba speaking person speaks poetry almost every time he/she opens his/her mouth and is unaware of it. And I believe it is like that in every language.

Now the instance, in that paragraph above, brings this question, if everyone speaks poetry, does that make everyone a poet?’ For me, the answer is “no”.

Poetry is a skill; a developed aptitude.  It is a talent that requires you to learn the power to do it competently. You are not a poet until you are self-conscious and you make conscious effort to put yourself into it; train and hone the skill, write with blood, and perform with your soul.

Still and all, poetry is easy if it is your calling. It is a voice and can come through you if you give yourself to it as a vessel. Don’t belittle yourself because of all I’ve said. I just want you to understand that poetry is a craft, a form of art, it requires learning for proficiency and you can't skip that.

If poetry has called you or you are willing to make yourself a vessel for poetry, go on, and use your poetry as a tool to transform humanity.

In the next edition, I will tell you how to know if you are a poet.


CURLED FROM KULIKULI POETRY NIGERIA PUBLICATION 

Tuesday, 22 April 2025

WHAT IS LEFT OF WHAT IS RIGHT?

What Is Left...?

by BANKOLE KOLAWOLE

These villains in the land of Prejudice Sitted in terraces, funding dareDevils... Painting innocent faces with faeces from Boko bum...Issh!!! Insult, added with salt upon injury And we lavish in abject penury Still, we are GIANTS of Africa, in ironic luxury Heroes are compelled to romance prison floors for no reason in particular Villains and their pals flirt, wine and dine in ivory towers Embowered by Prospect-Destruction-PoliTHIEFcians and LegisLOOTERS …What is Left of What is right? Rapper Ayo, sorry Papa Ayo.. Ah! “Ese” Buys a 10 million dollar private jet Hires it to F.G for “HARMuNation” without fidget …What then is Right of What is left?

Bouncing babies birthed amidst bruises, Bright brilliant beloved beauties Now butchered, like barbecue, burnt silly By beastly bastards bombing baboons Book-haters claiming Boko-haram goons. Only in cartoons can one act with such ‘boom boom ka-boom’ affront. Venting vengeance on vulnerable victims Molding men into murdering machines Yet sentencing; soldiers saving souls – our super-beings, For reacting against secreted sores served by their superiors …What is Left of what is right? Boko harasses our caves with her ruthless plight And our I.G.P bags a national award, dressed in Brocades and laces, gorgeously bright Despite gory sights of lives battered in shattered sites Villain "Jemisi" gets a pat on the back and shoulder Discharged and acquitted for re-discovering and re-inventing wings and feathers For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather. …What is left of what is right…? Arise o compatriots! Nigeria's call obey To uphold her honour and glory is vain Let’s keep discovering and rediscovering, inventing and re-inventing, wings and feathers For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather 'Cos it pays, for what is left of what is right is jet bomb letters Impeachment orders, empty promises of shelters for our heroic 1980 football players, Plus death sentences for our PATHETIC but patriotic Army officers. But, one day Mr. Revolution's tree shall bear fruits Ballot boxes tell truths Rights right wrongs in full Three men no longer stand in twos' Pot-bellied fools with their tools into the abyss! And then our dear country Nigeria shall be “peaceFULL” PS: “Ese” in stanza four, line one (1) is word for “sin” or “iniquity” This piece was originally written in 2015, and have been traveled across the breadth and length of Nigeria. Was once featured by Legit.ng in a video work, see link below
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