ROUGH ROAD, CLEAN SHOES
Comfort within me, life has been good to me
I possess all I desire, I admire all I possess
Once in the bliss of my domain, I saunter upon the silk realm
Look, my shoes are clean
Spanking with a glimmer that sparks
This is for real and not my dreams
Long ago in the past I dreamt of this a thousand times
When I use to walk the streets of dust
Trekking up and down the lanes
Look, the road is rough
My shoes busted and without any relief in sight
Never giving up on hope and the things I adore
Now that I have found the my delight
I can proudly say rough road lead to clean shoes…
SE` KE RE`
Gift of gods, made by man
Eloquent mould, clad in beads.
Pedestal with rhythms
Agog in music.
Audible not audacious
Centrist yet ceramic
Being furtive denies not your fusion.
Made for duet
Take to duel
Gracious oldies of youth
Influential indemnify icon.
Beat the sole of souls
Awake the spirit of sleep
Hold your breath and yet breathe
Mothers, maidens, the lords and peasants alike.
Dance your beat.
And in unison your voice remains aloof
You joy of Africa.
ALL POEMS BY ABIODUN LAWRENCE –OGIDAN