Milestone Musing

Milestones!
As for self, for several in search
Miles ahead, mission in head
Seas to cross, mountains to climb
And we cease not, tease on
please some, fail some
Milestones!
And the wading be on

Mile for self, stone for history
We heed what is set, reset what beset
Creed, culture, nature:
All be service of sets, all in tricky resets
Oh, it is age
Oh, it is deed
Ah, it is form...maybe forms, and reform
Milestones!
And we hurry along

Let me be me...on the day I Choose
Sweet hurry
Let them high...on the streets they tar
Sweet merry
For this day, like all stars
I hold my secret as key
This time, as time gives
I hold my mission to heart
Milestones! Hear loud my claim:
This world, as wide cage
will be no prison for me
Pray thrill

Milestones!
And the samba continues
Not their mile, but mine
Not their pitch to play
Not their stone for dates
Not their measure as set
Alas, dear soul...
It is mine in strength, mine in songs
and mine in footprints for aye!

Milestones!
I have da music in me
Come map my steps
Milestones!
I be the music of hints
Come shine my robes
Milestones!
I share the comment, hold my moment
paving due movement with love
Milestones!
Let the memories beam aloft, buoy our pace
merry gently save our space
in precious footprints for aye!

I wrote this poem some years ago, prompted by the impending birthday of one of my friends who thought the world was passing by at 40! Well...

Before then, as now, there's been no shortage of souls who feel same way for a variety of reasons and on a zillion issues. Pray, why not? Man is made to fret!!

This verse is thus dedicated to all such souls: Never too late, folks! Simply don't give up.

Believe.

The Beauty of Hype

Build me a castle of hope
and boost it like horn
Let the hype and hyping
be the music of life
Buy me a platform of hope
and light it like stars
Let the hyping and hype
be the crystals of life
Paint me a canvass of hope
and crest it like shields
Let the myth and mystery
be the shimmers of life
Hahaha

It be good to hope even in war
Pray hope
It be fair to hype even in want
Pray hype
It be sore to lose even in death
Pray life
It be sure to wish even in health
Pray love

In this market of life and living
too many rivers to swim
In all seasons that test our reason
too many fires to quench
Test we must
Keep we may
Seal we need
It hold a day, can fold a year
One who win know not the pain
So a mighty hope plus a little hype
be their music...
in the glitzy castle, known
as the fortress of feasts
One who lost gain all the strain
So a little hope plus a mighty hype
be their music...
in an empty ballroom, cast
as the banquet of life!

Don't blame those whose humour themselves in power or projects. They read history sideways and let its mirror confuse their tiny brains! No matter.

From preachers to poachers, from professors to painters, and poets to presidents many remain in hypes, many in fading hopes! Given.

The beauty of hope is the balance in hype! A little over the line and your dreams be a myth. A solid tent in Hope-Land gives you the rights to fish in measured hype as a guest in Hype-Ville!

It's cut and blend.

PayDay Blues

Is it time
Let's see the winds
and your whirlwind-dues
Is it time
Let's hear the tunes
and your whirlwind-strings
Is it time
Let's read the tome
of your whirl-wild-world

Fry, it may be tall
Cry, it may be fall
Trip, it may all come...
creaming
crashing
or
dashing, alas

If it be time - dreary, cheery -
it's pay as you go
or
earn as we come
Is it time
Ask thee at dawn!

When you do the mathematics of life, it hardly adds up smugly. No matter. What matters is our role and our place.

This season, Americans, Britons and Nigerians must know what I mean!

It is the Dawn-of-Asking in not a few lands!!

Mama's Yarn

Gulp not hot curry
in darn hurry
despite ya hunger
despite its flurry
You'll burn ya tongue
You'll peel ya mouth
You'll lacerate ya gum
harming ya gasping throat

From thence, dear careless:
Forget ya favourite spice -
you'll lose da taste
From this peppered curry, oh gulper:
You be done in a hurry - no merry

At dawn, damn
Noon, damn
Night, damn
And if you're still hungry...
Damn, damn, damn!

Not many of us aren't living by enough caution these days, are we? Whether in respect of wars or HIV/AIDS or illegal immigration or political gambits or media onslaught: same same.

Listen to every Grandmother in sight. Yours, mine or theirs...they have tales to tell. And their songs are words of wisdom!

Believe.
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Nigeria: A Fractured Presidency

There is pain and pun in the land
and
the players play on
There is dread and drain in our land
and
the players dance on
There is storm and strain in the fold
and
the players slam on
Dear Leader, which one you dey?

Pull-me-I-pull-you
God no go vex
Jam-me-I-jam-you
Bone no go broke
Today na today, is the song in town
To stay na to kill, be da game sad game
It's danger ever and dagger galore
Bad matter!

They took office as friends, what friends
They shared conquests as gains, what gains
Now it's war, war war
They made merry as pals, what pals
They hurled others as stars, what stars
Now it's mud, mud-rake
They see nothing but feud, what feud
They suck others to feud, hell feud
Now they're fiends, fang fang
Pray Elder, which side you dey?

Parts, and we'll choose no part
until they pact
or part
Songs, we'll join no chants
until they chat
or chart
Votes, we'll take all care
before they flare
our share
Dear Leader, no nak our head!

Each day a way, each way their pay
No matter
These days be days no one foresaw
Small matter
But verily verily bubble be burst
Pure scatter
As they go, when they go
Not much be ours to cheer...
Sad matter!

Now, Dear Leader and Vice
We have a plea for you:
May ya minds be kind in sights
and kinder in fights
May ya skin be tight in shouts
and tighter in bouts
For this season of misery
be a mystery so dire
And this manner of parting
be nothing to cheer
Beware!

President Olusegun Obasanjo and Vice President Atiku Abubakar are in the final stages of the father (since they be male!) of all presidential roforofos (street fight)!

I rest comment on this saga for now.

Verses be golden...

Papa Shimon Peres: Apostle of Peace

(From da Soul all GOOD)

High in the clouds of anger
fizzle all hope
High in the skies of measure
muzzle all hate
Sense and sensation can date
but the marriage fades
in time
Parts and paths may irk
but our carriage jades
with time
From da soul all good

Deep in the news of anger
drip all bile
Deep in the views of elders
drip all writ:
Let the young beware

Ply not the beaten path
Root for peace
Pile not on rotten parts
Build in peace
Fresh in the waves of nature
hold ya flag
Fresh in the hearts by reason
bear love-tags
May the young be warned

Pray peace, I plead
And hold ya world
Copy Sage Ghandi
Pray peace, I sing
And own da world
Follow Mandela, our dear Madiba
Yes... for in ya soul all good

Today's BBC World Debates (Special) in Doha, Qatar was indeed quite special. Pa Shimon Peres, deputy prime minister of Israel, was the distinguished guest, and he spoke with wisdom, pain, courage, hope and trust. He was absolutely honest and decidedly upbeat. He was calm, he was distinguished.

Palestine and Israel must make peace. It is the only right and sustainable outcome for all the hate and bile and deaths and carnage and talks and road-maps.

If Israel can make peace with Egypt and Jordan, why not Palestine!

The best way for the young in both States is to focus on the future, and work positively without bitterness. Study the past, if you will, but only to use its lessons to work for good. Don't repeat the bad past. It is useless and senseless.

The questions were relentless, urgent, agitated. Expected. His mien was disarming and his soul shined through his measured words and exhortations: "I didn't come here to win a/the debate". Every interrogator was respectfully nudged to be an interlocutor by the wise phrases and eye to eye contact of a genuine master of peace - The living Sage of Israel. The hall melted in his wake, and we hope the theatres of war and conflict will follow suit.

Apostle Peres got a resounding and warm applause from a predominantly Arab and largely young audience: befitting a balanced envoy of conscience, who has seen it all.

Let each cabinet, every world capital listen. BBC should extend its repeat broadcast specially: say once every week for FIVE weeks.

My respects.