R.I.P………. MISS IFY OMALICHA
IFY OMALICHA (journey into the womb of the earth
IFY OMALICHA
I see dreams
Hung
In the canal of memory
I see
Bloods
Froze
In the shattered hearts
Of mourning kinsmen
I see
Tears wallowed down
The poisonous ocean
And I,
The town-crier
Courier of dirges
I missed the cadence of her steps
Through the passage of darkened streets
I traced her footprints
At night-carnival
II
IFY
They told me
Dreams were once born
Toddlers were once celebrated
But
Were there tunes to dance to?
I was told
Your flute blew across my lineage
Were there hopes to hug?
III
Along the sloppy ground
Your legs slipped
You turned back
Without
Seeing the ladder
Without hearing our echoes
IV
IFY
There is music
In your throat
Distant lyrics
In our hearts
Now
The gallery is for you
But your presence is hidden
Your speeches are here
But
Who knows where you journeyed to?
We know
But
Dead to rise
Drenched with tears
Dumbed to hear
We only lament
Your spirit
shadow of our dreams
V
Thunder circumcised the sky
after that
We heard fading whispers
trailing the passage of memories
RASAQ MALIK/2012/UNIBADAN
To my beauty
In the moonless night,
I saw your starry eyes,
Mapping the lane of light,
In the drowsy dusk,
Your words bring light,
Your voice echoes life,
My heart shivers in your embrace
My beauty,
You are the sun in the sky,
Endowed with glistening skin,
Draped in regalia of beauty,
I will walk to the altar of love
To re-read your charming lines.
I dreamt of you,
During those endless hours of our love,
You are the lines in my verses,
I must recite your poems.
Undiluted beauty,
Like the taste of nascent palmwine,
You are the rain in my season,
Your homecoming splashes endless joy.
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The one I adore,
From the depth of my heart,
The one I meditate on,
To live on the planet,
I must welcome your arrival
That sates my longing
Rasaq Malik
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The Abuja carnival 2011 has come and gone. We at Ivory Models, Ibadan are proud to present to you some of the unforgettable pictures of the yearly carnival. More pictures to come.
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Stranger
You may come
tomorrow
Roaming this forgotten
arena
With torch in your hands
Tracing my history
around in this desolated
mansion
You may come like wind
Clearing these sins out
of my land
Sending to exile
The traitors in our
communion
Feeding our mouths
with hemlock milks
Blemishing our bodies
with fire of harsh times
Stranger
you may come like sun
Drying soaked attires
Ironing out plastered
tears
When phantom theories
keeps spreading
Stranger
I have performed my
rites
In this initiation of
midnight
Before my legs danced
beyond the margin…..
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