Who said, I said,The President is stupid?
Who said, I said,
He is so weak-kneed?
Ha! I only said,
He should do a mental workout
And burn off the fat in his head.
But, if you are still in doubt,
Then you're out to be misled.
ADEDAYO GABRIEL FATOKI
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
MISQUOTED
Who said, I said,The President is stupid?
Who said, I said,
He is so weak-kneed?
Ha! I only said,
He should do a mental workout
And burn off the fat in his head.
But, if you are still in doubt,
Then you're out to be misled.
ADEDAYO GABRIEL FATOKI
Saturday, August 13, 2011
MY DINNER PRAYER
Father, before I take the first morsel
Of this tastefully prepared dinner
Please, do remember the great mass of people,
Caught in the muddy maze of grinding poverty,
Who may have to go to bed on empty stomachs.
Remember, O Lord, the rural poor
Of the hills and hillocks of East Africa,
Going through a cobwebbed dark alley of drought
And the work-weary urban poor
Of the ghettos of African big cities
On night shifts in some runaway sweatshops.
Don't forget that scraggy homeless man
Who will have to scavenge for his dinner.
And forget not that peasant single mother
Whose Son may be lying in the cradle of hunger
Father, touch the heart of our low-down leaders
Who still want to hold Africa,
In the sleepy backwater of development.
Cause them to see the folly in their skewed vision.
Let them see the vanity in piling up wealth.
Give them the moral fibre to come down
From their omniscient, know-all high horse
And accept the task of taking Africa,
From the quicksand of conflict and famine,
To the solid rock of peace and prosperity.
Thank you Lord, for answering my prayer.
ADEDAYO GABRIEL FATOKI
Of this tastefully prepared dinner
Please, do remember the great mass of people,
Caught in the muddy maze of grinding poverty,
Who may have to go to bed on empty stomachs.
Remember, O Lord, the rural poor
Of the hills and hillocks of East Africa,
Going through a cobwebbed dark alley of drought
And the work-weary urban poor
Of the ghettos of African big cities
On night shifts in some runaway sweatshops.
Don't forget that scraggy homeless man
Who will have to scavenge for his dinner.
And forget not that peasant single mother
Whose Son may be lying in the cradle of hunger
Father, touch the heart of our low-down leaders
Who still want to hold Africa,
In the sleepy backwater of development.
Cause them to see the folly in their skewed vision.
Let them see the vanity in piling up wealth.
Give them the moral fibre to come down
From their omniscient, know-all high horse
And accept the task of taking Africa,
From the quicksand of conflict and famine,
To the solid rock of peace and prosperity.
Thank you Lord, for answering my prayer.
ADEDAYO GABRIEL FATOKI
Monday, August 8, 2011
DANCE WITH ME !
O come let us dance together!
Let us vault into the air
Like a pair of human scissors.
Let us pounce on the dances,
Move through the steps
And sail in orbit through the stars,
With fluid grace and taut elegance
O come let us dance!
Let us dance while we disguise
Our own hidden identities.
Let the bodies loosen at the joints
As we keep up the appearance
Of perfect outward harmony.
I won't step on your toes,
You won't rumple my egos.
We won't listen to their twitters
And stereophonic stream of "oohs" and "ah".
O come dance with me,
On the nipple point of gravity!
Let's transform steps into fire
And scribble our joint signature
Across the stage with our bodies
O come, come dance with me.
ADEDAYO GABRIEL FATOKI
AFRICAN WOMAN
AFRICAN WOMAN
I will never view you
Through their Western binoculars
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| AFRICAN WOMAN |
Trust me, I won't address you
Using their vulgar vernacular
Let the West drool over some
Dowdy, bone dry, wafer-thin figures
And let their shutters stand still
At the sight of an anorexic female
To the anthemic rhythm of your boisterous hips
I will dance
In your supple, sun-kissed voluptuous frame
I will glory.
ADEDAYO GABRIEL FATOKI
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