Poetry

THIS HOME: WHERE I BELONG By Oyetoro Obadiah (Obaskoh)

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Times and season colliding

I have known of seasons of Oppressions

From Our revered AMBASSADORS OF POVERTY

But now I see the masses suffer in mass

Wherein our hope doth lies in this, my people?

 

I look forth to behold

Through the shades of this revolving misery

I become gibberish

Reasoning seems to fail me

 

Yet, I remember this is my home

Hope now turning ashes

Doom written all over the sky

Cosmos doth not contain the shame and gory

Can this home be glorious again?

 

On this once sacred altar

Now remains blood

Uneasiness spreads its tent all around

Our dead now live with us

But I remember we told them ‘E sùn re’*

Yet unrest is written all over them

This home is battered my people

Our fences again can’t hold

 

The deafly men in Agbádá

Already lost in connection

Here are our people in misery

They sit in squalor

Stripped of valour

We reside in Misery

Unable to unravel the mystery

Shall we again lost and be doomed?

 

Yet, a little ray from this sole star

Lie upon the sky

Beaming smiles of forgotten hope

Of they who have long left us

Each time I behold thou

I do remember this home: where I belong

‘Ilé làbò simi oko’*.

 

 

*E sùn re’- (Rest in peace)

*’Ilé làbò simi oko’- (The home is the sure place of rest after labor).

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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