Fiyinfoluwa Onarinde
A native of Ipetumodu in Osun State, Nigeria, Fiyinfoluwa Onarinde holds the notion that poetry is a tool for the liberation of human soul in the dual-plane of existence.
Fiyinfoluwa is privileged to have published in several poetry Anthologies. He contributed to the World Peace world Healing poetry collection conveyed by Inner Child Press based in USA. He has performed in different literary poetry events including the International Conference of Students of English Language in Nigeria and the Kistrech Poetry Festival in Kenya.
The poet is a member of the Association of Nigerian authors, Puma Creative Africa, ARTerial and joint founder of the PacessterPoets based in Nigeria. Fiyinfoluwa is currently a graduate student of Literature in the Department of English University of Ibadan, Nigeria
A solitary solo
I run mad in my lonesome fortress
A television for every room
My children coupled to the world
Rived within my walls.
I pronounce the name of the ancients in spluttered imagery
Crafted in the recall of distant dusks,
A compliment to their laughter.
My day is kindled by an unknown missive
A homeless missive written by an anonymous bard
Who travels the universe on the Wide World Web
Knitted in the spider’s web of light.
I laughed at the solitary image on the screen
My neighbour laughed and I laughed,
A thousand tickets sold.
With a simple solo
I returned to the streets draped in my shade of loneliness.
The drunken guard of my past
In a private conspiracy with my memory
Whistled a known tune that handcuffs me
His perimeter fence surnamed me a rooster in my farm yard.
His conspiracy betrays my present
In the shadow of my present divisions of the sociable unsociable.
In the shadow of my present divisions
Divided along party lines
With a wagon halted in the wilderness of religion
Closely united on these fronts yet a stranger on the street.
Burning Dreams
In this burning house
Where we stand on the smoke of burning dreams
In a garden of quicksand
Where the lizard calls the wall gecko
To play in a game of hide and seek.
In this burning house
I learnt Bob Marley’s wailing lyrics
On my dinner of cigarettes
Which grew less with every greedy draw
That draws my years along as I inhale.
In this burning house I sit
In the middle of another dry season
With smoking rafts falling on my humiliated hunch.
In this burning house
Where a garden of budding orbs
Is harvested unripe with the grim reaper’s sickle of greed
I anaesthetize myself with this poetic musing.
In this poetic musing
I peep beyond the bars
That bars me to this house.
I peeped in the dream of dreams
From the soul of cactus dreams
Where the nutrients of tomorrow is preserved
In the dialogue of thick skins and strong hopes
Where my tomorrow is made certain.
A Sombre Battle for Tomorrow
I shall snob the virgin songs
In a sombre homage for tomorrow
I will shun the euphoric songs of chastity
With my father’s head buried in the sand like an ostrich’s
At the maidens dance of pride.
At sunset I shall hide my budding breasts
In the safe arms of the baobab tree
Where my story of glory shall be narrated when night fall.
Tomorrow the lady of the Nile
Shall protect me in her hut
Reading to me the book of the ancients
Of Cleopatra and Sheba
And the strong ladies of Amazon.
Tomorrow I shall rise from her door
Riding her horse of light
Shooting a million tweets of sensitisation
Against the rapists who in their senates contrive
To swim in the shallow pool between our thighs.
They pursue to make us mums
With their insatiable pricks
Instead of voting to give us books
Instead of voting to give us books
They poll to tear our veil apart
With a merger of our rectum and vagina
In the scourge of obstetric fistula
Disseminated by their withering scrotums.
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