Ojo Taiye: A Nigerian Poet

Old songs from afar

in my kraal,

independence is only for the rich

the rest are slaves

earlier it was the British...

now it’s the proboscis of poverty

Latent truth

Papa told us

that the inverse of love

was not animosity:

resultant vector in form

but the ghost of apprehension

Love potion

your love is adder’s tongue

your derriere seduces ants

your firm apples are minarets calling

men to worship

your blue eyes burn prison ribs

your love is poison

you are the fire eroding

forest of puritans

you are the fingers of the night:

gruff wind choking lily blooms

you are hook and fangs

pots of beauty

whose taste

last only like the

wetness of chewing gum

or the belch of stout beers

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Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his frustration with society. A twenty- three-year-old microbiology graduate from Tansian University, he loves books and Anime in that order. Taiye, has had some of his poetry published or forthcoming in e-magazines such as Kalahari Review, Tuck magazine, Lunaris Review, and whispersinthewind33. 

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