The Tilted Boulder

The Tilted Boulder

There is a stationary climatic boulder
tilted by the legendary greed of mankind
to cataclysmic proportions devoid of sanity
but once set in motion will never stop rolling
the planet earth our only God given home
onto the precarious edge of the great chasm
and into an abysmal void of total extinction

man used to Sisyphus continuous rolling
boulder from bottom to the top of the
proverbial hill thinks his existentialist tricks
can save him from this precarious games
he stubbornly plays with his lifeline, nature
and thinks that my voice will finally grow
hoarse and blunt never to thump his eardrums

but I can’t stop crying in the wilderness
because I care, for mankind, and the legacy
of our future generations yet unborn to see
what a custodian we made God to believe
we are when he faithfully and bountifully
gave man dominion over all his creation
and because I know what God’s silence means piety

you can change your greedy ways and repair the
wrong for there is also virtue and goodness imbibed
in you by God to reverse the hand of the tickling clock
of the time bombs you created with your own hands
when you look deep down into your soul to realize
marvel at your infinite gift of insight and creativity
for I know the son of whom we are is omniscient

written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

The Visionary Osagyefo

relentless forces propelled him to stowaway
his visionary quest to assuage at Harvard
drew him homewards and snatched away
the colonial leadership mantle with hazard
and became the first to be granted freewill
in the African coast laced with much gold
he proposed to merge one great political will
for Africa to become unstoppable and bold
but tearfully and fearfully that pale wizard
a halt a giant spearheaded Monrovia group
Casablanca cried when they fried his gizzard
for their incurable love of steamy pepper soup
and banished him from his own land of freedom
a land he much adored and brought much gain
but mediocrity only succeeded to beget boredom
Osagyfo had sowed seeds of his visionary brain

today his aspirations and foresight is revisited
to lead as kindly light amid encircling gloom
when the chips are down and penury persisted
abetted and prodded by subtle imperialist doom
the Osagyfo still stirs in his mausoleum grave
urging the greedy successors on to get one voice
to become a united front and unstoppable brave
not to relent in their struggle as the only choice
and pleaded God Ghana to open up a well of oil
its seeming budding emancipation is meaningless
unless it yoked with all the will of Africa’s toil
to render our numerous friendly foes powerless
until that fateful day Nkoyeni will slough scales
to ascend the throne of prominent freedom for all
as the wind of change will set African flag on sails
and I see a new virgin catwalk without fear at all

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

Legon Lures Lagos Love

crystal droplets of deep reflections
sodden the sand of my sad stance
widened into a serene rivulet
that ripples with my teardrops
like a tender insatiate suckling
from the mother’s breast wrenched
my vulnerability poignantly felt I
time, not naira, like a colossus
between Akoka and I bestrode
degrees waiting names to inscribe

doped with sublime ambivalence
solemnly I watch the cryptic swap
as Logon lures Lagos, love
oh! Nature, my witness and contact be
as I sandwich my loyalty and love
between the lagoon and the hill
savour the flavour of the two giants
to blend the two esoteric ivory towers
once an Akokite, always the greatest

Lagoon Front moans, the poet broods
shadows on the third Mainland bridge
of distant cars kissing in the traffic

a new oath solemnly taken
I shall return to nurse this falconer
whose intellectual tits I weaned

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
18/02/95

Alumnus at Unilag

This same ceremonial gown
he once wore
tasted flavours of the intellect
hungrily sucked
but now a full fledge falcon
busily nursing the falconer
manacled by fragrance of nostalgia
edifice of excellence and inspiration
he is to me forever

a slogan of imaginative dimensions
he is to me forever
out of his lips spills pure distilled intellect
humour his cryptic dancing beads smile
his crackling laughter I can now see
an open secret now is my dogmatic idol

behold! Eruv, the doyen of Arts, the dean
from whose critical intellectual tits I wean

By Dela Bobobee© 18/02/95

Academia

As I pause, poised on the brink
from this Pherian Spring deep to drink
my shaky knees and weak feet
please hearken to my heartbeat
beseeching to achieve this feat
to cross over frustration’s pit
into much success great and fit

a long, long wait it is, Mother
no one seems to understand either
I can’t take a drink too shallow
inspirations, hunches to follow
please tell them all to mellow
drink shallow I grow more thirsty
Academia is a trick so much testy
on this threshold I stretch my arm
Mother, a long way from home I am

by Dela Bobobee© 18/02/95

The Red Drum

The Red Drum
The red drum beats
when every other drum stops beating
every soul dance to the rhythm of life
from the pulsating ethos of the red drum

the red drum not only beats
when you listen, the red drum is talking
every stony heart has a sheath for a knife
from a gush on the tempo of the red drum

the red drum by nature is sexy
when your heart flutter and in frenzy
every stolen glance from your heartthrob
from the blushes irrigated by the red drum

the red drum is jealous and vindictive
when retrospect’s stab is aggressive
every soft spot, love and pardon flee
from dirges the red drum goes on spree

the red drum you should know is the heart
when in our short lives destiny plays its part
every promise given not to stray our drumsticks
from where we are identified as God’s handpicks

Written by Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

Cybernetics

Wading with silently gait slowly but sure
comes the beautiful stranger on the shore
wafting trails of subtle fragrance in passage
dove’s eyes of urgent telegraphic message

tell me, are thou the goddess or her messenger?
riding this new chariot as a driver or passenger?

tell me, what ails thee?
is it the price of thy fee?
where all prejudices flee?
I‘ll be quick with my plea

can’t thou feel my love in thy bones?
or is thy heart curved out of stones?

The Grim Legacy

Deep echoes of my heart a prayer
raw wounds dripping, bleeding
gradual depletion of the ozone layer
my heart weeping, pleading
deforestation laying waste, bare
thick rain forest dwindling fast
humans, no one seems to care
but forget you can’t your past

nuclear missiles for mass annihilation
mushrooms of death piling, spreading
gradual lost of same premonition
time bombs crawling, loading
not one deadly packed arsenal
threatens the earth a lifeless burnt cinder
men, all dead instinct for survival
awake! Please check now this blunder

the indifference, sordid grim legacy
bequeathed by predecessors of supremacy
maybe, all silhouettes of my mind
lost in mazes so deep I can’t find
but yet to manifest in its due seasons
Oh! Man, have you lost your reasons?
why poison the very air you breathe
and then let greed epithet your death?

Written by
© Dela Bobobee
at 07:07:07 0n 07/07/07

And Her Name Is ...

Oh! I see a very chaste maiden
risen from the dust of obscurity
to the very height of prominence
and taken her rightful place with glee
amidst love songs and tears of joy

who is this peerless virgin?
defiled yet still remains untainted
pillaged yet still remains bountiful
sucked dry yet flowing with milk
bled to death yet unconquered
made childless yet still fertile
ridiculed but remains unabashed
threatened yet remains unafraid
envied and wooed yet unfiltered
trampled yet still waxing strong
Eurocentric by force but is afrocentric
darkened by society but still shines
ruthlessly made hopeless yet hopeful
mortally wronged yet full of pardon
rejected, scorned yet accommodating
cursed yet stubbornly remains blessed?

her old name is Africa the brave
Africa the new world united giant
Africa the dark but bright continent

and her new name is ….Nkoyeni!
not the United States of Africa
not the United Nations of Africa
Nkoyeni is the true African identity
a true picture of infinity on canvas


there is power in the choice of name
Nkoyeni is Africa’s new African name
youthful and rejuvenated replica
of the raped and pillaged former identity

let it known,
the tent of God is with the lowly and meek
for they posses the key to the halls of infinity

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

Time Traveller

I am the great time traveller
who oscillate through time at will
in my hands is the propeller
that rotates the ageless wheel

yesterday is my past
today is my present
which is moving fast
without your consent

tomorrow is my future
there is fluidity in diversity
agelessness with nature
thrives in the heart of humanity

there is order in the void you dread
and life in the great beyond you fear
I traverse mazes you all fear to tread
a time traveller’s invincibility is clear

I speak with a new prophetic voice
In my grasp is the key to infinity
In your own hands lies the choice
I have the secrets of sane humanity

your good evil days of revelry is boom
your avarices poison the air you breathe
your ruthlessness will seal your doom
your remorselessness speed your death

forsake your evil ways and seek
what is hidden from the wise
trample not the lowly and meek
cleanse greed from moral vice

Written by
Dela Bobobee© 07/07/07

Africa Must Unite

Oh Africa!
When your vision is in tandem
with your new political will to seek
clear prehistoric fountains of hope
shall flow with passion to obliterate
the ills of greed, pillage, inhumanity
of years of rape and inhuman slavery
and focus with clarity into the future

Your bangs of slavery begot colonialism
which invited neocolonialism to dinner
where greed fragmented your lands
your hopes and dreams in blatant disregard
to your creed, socio-cultural affinities
your ethos and eroded your values
with strange tongues and feuds

Oh! Africa!
When you resist their beckoning evil urges
and insatiate hunger for subtle greed
they sowed the seed of insane hatred
termed you land of hunger, poverty, disease
but we see through their furtive glances
of impatience for more exploitative trysts
for we know better than that what they call you

Oh Africa!
Now is the time to unite as one
there is no other ideal time to start
a journey of a thousand miles
starts with that uncertain false steps
of a toddler fraught with falls and cries
the strength of the chain is its weakest link
United we stand passionate or die trying

And I see a new Africa
and a new people of conscience
for the vent of a new wind of change
is now tilted within reach of the meek
and the downtrodden imprisoned
by walls of societal false sense of value
to ascend the true throne of prominence
for God does not work with weaklings!



Oh Africa! you show plenty of signs
that you are on the right track and
beginning to overcome many of your problems
your tinny breast once beleaguered by poverty and war
is now clean, safe and enjoying economic growth
more than twice as fast as the U.S. or Europe
Oh Africa! Feel the signs of a turnaround
and plenty of reason for optimism and hope

Now is the time
To dig the mine!

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

Woman and Sword

An olive branch she thrusts
through my heart pierced
but a new mistress I’ve found
in the sword of destiny
though the grave yawns
now or never all vanity

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

The Poisoned Succour

God created natural wells for all Africans
their insatiate thirst and hunger to assuage
but African leaders created poison to contaminate
the very wells that is meant to be their lifelines

man created politics that is very dirty in Africa
and poisoned the rich wells that is their succour
and the wells become the bane of the albatross
Oh! African, why kill your adornment on molehills
how long continue to suffer in the midst of plenty?

the offspring of the poison succour are huge
poverty, corruption, conflict, misappropriation
the offshoots of the offspring are many
Angola, Gabon, Nigeria, and Guinea and….

the new entrant is the coast that was full of gold
and now thinks can become the new African tiger
but remember, a tiger must not shout its tigertude
and pop not yet champagne bottles in your Osu castle
lest you tow the same dirty line of your predecessors
and turn your new found blessing into an ugly curse

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07 – 07 – 07

Life

Life is a sweet melody
only where love is the witty lyrics
that make it a beautiful song

Life is a stream that finds its own course
only where its tracks are charted by vicissitudes
that do not cartwheel with utopian ideals

conquest is just a sword
only where trials are the sheath
that hide its nakedness

man is a smart acrobatic swinging monkey
only where woman is the cluster of supportive trees
that keep him from falling off the vacuums

a poet is a good wordsmith with prophetic vision
only where verses are not coerced from spontaneity
that aggrandize awards and laurels for altruism

the much touted science is a genius
only where the noble arts are the only light
that brighten its grim path from self cataclysm

positivism soars high in the region of the normative
only when realism is the ideal tandem
that tilts its imbalances through tact of diplomacy

good shall always triumph over evil
only where the forces of darkness are negatives
that equate the positive dual opposing fields of electricity

world supremacy is just muscle flexing
only where unipolarity is the biomass
that recycles its cowardice of a bully

religion can nurture true repentance
only where virtue is not made out of necessity
that can make nobility acquired and not inherent

immortality can successfully thrive
only where infinity is the captured vestige
that accentuates its invincibility

life is a continuous process
only where Sisyphus' drudge is the dint
that fuels its underlying present tense


Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

07/07/07

This morning a little child asked me
"What is today's date, Sir?"
"the seventh day of July, 2007" I replied
and he said," Thank you, Daddy"

and he disappeared into oblivion
I looked for him but could not find him
the realization came as a great shock

and I broke down in tears on my knees
Oh my gracious, how can I overlook this
Today's date is a special one in our lives
this generation has witnessed what can never be

we cross over a millennium into another millennium
Never again can we see another subtle 07/07/07
What now reverberates in my mortal mind is
the way he said it, "Thank you, daddy"

and a sad remorse flushed my throbbing heart
Oh my goodness, I did not thank my creator
when I woke up this morning hale and hearty

Oh Lord, permit me now to say a big thank you
and to all good and bad people I have met in life
for they are the harmony that made my lyrics a song
for in generations our paths may never cross again

when my digital clock read 07:07:07 and date 07/07/07
and I felt this special event will never happen again
at least not in our present lifetime I decided to share
this moment with future generations when I ‘m long gone

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

Freewill

God’s love created mortal man at sea
and gave him only a fine dragnet
but he swam ashore without fins
God became angry and in his rage
carried him to the topmost mountain
again man descended without wings

man now climbs molehills alone
and takes Icarus plunges home
but sustains mortal wounds
in the neck and in the heart
as the sun slowly melts his wings
made of seashells and lion hackles

Man, I salute your crafty freewill
but you must also be careful of height
and dizzy flights near abysmal pits
lest you get lost in the labyrinths
or sucked through the hole you dug
in the ozone layer to shield the sun

Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

End Time Stocktating

The moon in her prehistoric splendors
splashed her silvery sheen shadows
to fall heavily on the lonely brooding poet
lost in deep disturbing thoughts of life

On the threshold of a new millennium
the vortex in his mind takes a new stock
folks with faint hearts asked
if life on earth is truly going to end
what is man’s highest peak?
will there ever be any?
man’s pinnacle is abysmal
and his knowledge preposterous

Tell me, Oh! Thou gentle moon
thou silent watching eye of God
when and where has mortal man
found or rather lose his reasons?
what has man’s freewill wreaked?
the moon smiled calmly replied
“naughty child, I grant thee
a rare charisma to ask God
but only one question, yes only one”

sublime ambivalence, the poet
in a loud voice whined
“tell me, O God our help
in ages past and hope for years
to come! Hast thou by any means
regretted ever creating man?”

behold a heavy thunderous silence…
from God a large scroll
the answer the poet to read

bewildered the poet gazed,
groped, pored but saw nothing
has his sight gone blunt
or rather is the scroll blank?
or is the answer complete
in its infinite void which is
what the mysterious x represents
in the simultaneous equation
that which relates to life
and makes life complete?

on this dark lonely brink
I stood faint and bewildered
Oh! Moon, I sought and
drank deep your calm face
and found the answer
which lit my dark path
through the hazy vertigo
of life’s many labyrinths

the truth is that man moves
at such fantastic speed that
he sees everything as one
and sees nothing at all

but I know now the answer
by becoming one and part of you
and His mercies endureth forever!

What Women want in men

Some women want their spouses
to be real hardcore and a bully
some to be soft and fair bosses
others compassionate and silly
while others want them flawless
just to be loyal, caring and cool
others prefer them to be ruthless
heartless hunk, brute and a fool

Some women don’t like to be pampered
but get their orgasm by being hammered
some prefer buttocks spanked till it bleeds
another chained, dragged until she pleads
some women want lives free of man’s control
some do prefer enslavement to routine patrol
don’t jump to hasty conclusions about women
some proffer kind husbands joy and good omen

treat women with respect, and loving tenderness
they are the harmony to turn man’s lyrics to songs
sow love, compassion, attention and faithfulness
to reap all the virtues at where your heart belongs
let the beauty in her ugliness intoxicate your mind
and her inadequacies humour and fuel your passion
let her folly and weaknesses make you to be kind
for she overlooks all your failings in the same fashion

written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

The New Princess

Princess, your prince is here waiting
to sweep you off your feet
coincidence may be our funny meeting
or tricks cupid played on us
But I know for sure I am here to stay
and worship at your feet
so that I may not be foolishly led astray
heaven will smile down on us

come with me now, my peerless Princess
to my exquisite paradise garden
to a cool place deeper in the inner recess
where no juicy fruit is forbidden
nothing can stop our journey as we try
to the place flowing with milk
and the sun kiss our heavy hearts dry
to turn our damp rags to silk

when you finally wake up in the morning
to greet the exotic smiling sun
devotedly by your side I will sleep snoring
wink to say I still crave for fun

and when I flutter my eyes to smell you
as the blithe little larks sing joyfully high above
we’ll do lovely things you’re told not to do
kneeling at your feet to declare my undying love

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
07/07/07

Gazelle

she is indeed as beautiful as the gazelle
her great smile is an invigorating breeze
you shake your and wonder what a damsel
wondering too as looking more I freeze

her smile enough to water my dry soul
her cheerful face more thirst to assuage
her hazel eyes a spark to fire my cold
her sweet fragrance trails her passage

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
Friday, February 25, 2005 09 21 PM

Awaiting bayes

Oh! What is in the offing for me?
which leaves gnawing anxiety for me?
impatience boils in my breast
without any sign of a little rest
for all the sleepless nights endured
nothing but success to be assured
for all the oil that burnt with the night
to humbly prove many a wrong right.

Oh! The die is already cast
only in prayers to be steadfast
Oh! On this fearful alter of JAMB
I calmly lay like a helpless LAMB
and just like her old twin sister WAEC
many a student’s hope they but WRECK
my failure, my success on these lands
Oh! God, I commit into your able hands.

Written by
Dela Bobobee©
August 2001

Ode to Friendsip

This is a special ode to friendship
whispers of urgent telegraphic message
running through the membership
dormant friends given the delete passage
lack the ethos of apt consistency
a few real friends are always contributing
their smiles interest the tendency
not shaky, not silent but always inviting

why do you see my COF and whistle
“Boy! Nice pretty chicks you got smiling there
his only chick slept and on a trestle
I smiled at him, “these are real cool friends here
I trim, water them, always nurture
I must only plant a few flowers I well care for
so that their fresh smells give pleasure
he wept “yours smell sweet, mine like camphor

stop crying Boy! Go back to your garden
trim your flowers, reduce their size take just a few
nurture them well your heart must gladden
to see them flourish well and smell sweet in the dew
the lovely flowers in my COF you do envy
I always pray for, care for, feel for, water with love
tender devotion makes the task less heavy
the gentle breeze cools, so is the smiling sun above

written by
Dela Bobobee©
Sunday, February 27, 2005 06 36 PM