Saturday, July 16, 2016

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

*   *   *

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. 

*   *   *

No comments: