Lolade Ajayi Oye

Lolade Ajayi

GAINING - Ololade Ajayi

Ever since mother made her choice
I knew I would never be born
Oh how I tried to please her
When I glimpsed her placards screaming: Pro-choice!!!
I tried to do myself in
Foetal limbs curved in kick mode style
As I chewed slowly our umbilical cord
But she pays no attention to this body language
For She's newly gained a voice
And speak she must
Against 'fenemists'
The enemy of everything feminine

And to gain herself a crowd
She spreads ideas around
Thoughts, that no man would buy for free.

So out I came into the hands
Of the freedom fighters.
Black, on a cold White slab
Which earned me a quote from mother
"The beautiful ones are unborn"
It's already dark in paradise
And I was never here!!

Ololade Ajayi

PACKAGE IT! - - Lolade Ajayi

On a ship to be sold at the super bowl

why? Its thickness makes you growl

Yes, come off your pride and howl

About how sweetly our colors mix on an owl.

Measure it!

The length of your dread

for my hair locks in dread

I knew not yours was birthed red

so in its envy at the salon was mine bled

Clearly forgetting what I read

about life not being a rosebed

until your colored potions left my hair dead.

Lolade Ajayi

RHEA - - Lolade Ajayi

To make another me,

You’d have to break the Earth

Into tiny pieces of stars

And dance them round a moonshine.

 You’d have to climb the universe

And sunshade it with an eclipse

Then beam in slowly the light of dawn

So you for remnants of my clone

But I am Rhea

A goddess so rare

You’d never see me at the rear

And that’s there’s no other me.

Lolade Ajayi

THE DAY EKO DIED (POEM OF THE MONTH) - - Lolade Ajayi

Like the purr of a cat
Is the cry of a new born
And like the whine of a dog
 Is the wail of a mourner
So like the tears of a croc
Shed Eko's family
The night he died

We heard two voices in our head
 One, a sorrowful tenor
Raised for a heirless throne
The other, a sonorous bass
Demanding his assets declaration


Little did we know
That Bobo Eko bedded at Bariga
The slave trader's wife from Portugal
 Before wed-lucking
Ikorodu to Ojodu
Iyana'ba went with Yaba
While Ojota chose Okota
And even our neighbor,
Abule Egba Fell for Ojuelegba

After the ninth mile
Out popped a wee one
The seed of sin is born
Rechristened LAGOS
Hallelujah! Our voices rise
 In uniformed grieve
For no longer,
Can Obalende stay in Mende
Nor Oyingbo couple with Ejigbo
Chasms now exists
Between Ajah and Ipaja

This tabooed nightmare
Can only end with a revolution
By the incestuous offsprings
Aptly named after their giddy nature
So to your forte oh Gidians!.

Lolade Ajayi