The Writing Pictures

Title : Burrowed faiths

After appraising
As we are won't ,
It remained ,
a seedling of it
Precious little rock !
To guard and fo**le.
Kudos to learning
And patience for they bear
The fruits of strength
Almost last to soul to hold
Very last of frontiers.
It does rebound
After a new season
Of rain and Barakah
Only to rise again.
Man ! ....Men !
When they come to know
Of life's crucibles know
Of the rise and fall of it.
We bid time and pray
To holdfast to the rope
And stray not from the way.

Jealousy and ever
Hold even the faintest
Of strivings mustered
drab and dry,
Not forlorn and
Far from fatigue
But for much to cultivate
To the fiery eyes of the world
And the pleasures
Of the Maker
In remembering
the Covenant.
You just do not see
The lonely burdens
of heavy hearts
Clutching and climbing
All this time of seeming
Lost and listlessness
Fate ! ...... and Faith !
Still breeds smiles of hope
Hopes of the fallowing time
Seasons past a firmament
Green and shinning
Laid at glare and glimpse
We have been shooting
Too much into sacred holes
Good conscience pitted
With burrowed faiths
And ye men with little
Of it.
Climb ! Again, and again, conscious confronting and daring
Imbued with divine joules

Many hands and many voices
Called and uncalled
Many heads and many hearts
Touched and unouched
Showed up like a few.
Lo ! And Behold !
A crowd and a sight !
Won't you cry , o ye men
With little of it
This is a lesson in faith
And the like that lies ahead.
Rain comes after the heat
Day after every night
And succour after the trial
Faith is your friend to keep
A bumper harvest shaming
Thy little of it....

Lend me this when
I have a little of it
Give me this when
I crave a little of it
Men are forgetful
Of yesterday's bounties
Make me rise and bowed
Only to your cause
Your bondservant
Preoccupied to my sublimation

Copyright : Dr Akinlade Babafemi ...Arafat 1442AH

Title : Burrowed faiths

After appraising
As we are used to,
It remained ,
a seedling of it
Precious little rock !
To guard and fo**le.
Kudos to learning
And patience for they bear
The fruits of strength
Almost last to soul to hold
Very last of frontiers.
It does rebound
After a new season
Of rain and Barakah
Only to rise again.
Man ! ....Men !
When they come to know
Of life's crucibles know
Of the rise and fall of it.
We bid time and pray
To holdfast to the rope
And stray not from the way.

Jealousy and ever
Hold even the faintest
Of strivings mustered
drab and dry,
Not forlorn and
Far from fatigue
But for much to cultivate
To the fiery eyes of the world
And the pleasures
Of the Maker
In remembering
the Covenant.
You just do not see
The lonely burdens
of heavy hearts
Clutching and climbing
All this time of seeming
Lost and listlessness
Fate ! ...... and Faith !
Still breeds smiles of hope
Hopes of the fallowing time
Seasons past a firmament
Green and shinning
Laid at glare and glimpse
We have been shooting
Too much into sacred holes
Good conscience pitted
With burrowed faiths
And ye men with little
Of it.
Climb ! Again, and again conscious, confronting and daring
Imbued with divine joules

Many hands and many voices
Called and uncalled
Many heads and many hearts
Touched and touched
Showed up like a few.
Lo ! And Behold !
A crowd and a sight !
Won't you cry , o ye men
With little of it
This a lesson in faith
And the like that lies ahead.
Rain comes after the heat
Day after every night
And succour after the trial
Faith is your friend to keep
A bumper harvest shaming
Thy little of it....

Lend me this when
I have a little of it
Give me this when
I crave a little of it
Men are forgetful
Of yesterday's bounties
Make me rise and bowed
Only to your cause
Your bondservant
Preoccupied to my sublimation

Copyright :
Dr Akinlade Babafemi
Arafat 1442AH

Tribute to an Enigma.. Part 3
By the way, how is life in Minna now
You have had some quiet too
Aft the vengeful calls for your trial fade
And we all seem to know and see better
I will gladly value a visit and resolve many goggles
If I amuse you like the satirist columnist
Of your rock and rule years
To deserve an invitation to dinner
As my dry SAP long for some brown envelope
And I might also dine
Like Audu,my good grievances away
But I reiterate to my friends, trite fears
One is your much rumoured style
I am not asking nor crave the telling
Other than know about your large following
Made of maddening dons
And bulimnous traders
I have however been vocal in reviews
That made many a General bald and blind
So I won't mind to commune on the internet
To uphold my Nigerian ethics
I would love to greet you, "Ranka Dede"
When we meet on the golf course
Sitting with Chiji ,Mark and other pals
Je**ed up in purse and pose
And gladly invite you to my farm too
And show you my patriotic collections
One thing I enjoy about you has been
Your pendulum ideology of little to the right
And a little to the left
I have caressed all the parties
Looking for yours and I can confess
I recently found yours along with
The untiring Owu beast
As a CUP alliance
And I am wondering
How you make your friends.

Part 2
Concerning the learning process
Sir, may I report your ageless bad students
Who imbibed nix of your hybrid lessons
And have grown hungrier now
In countless probes and panels
Stealing is now a fancy for delight
And no longer deemed corruption
The new sheriff has been busy with these pests
Many said you treated with pesticides
Banning and unbanning to our chagrin
They have become rather irredeemable
Save their profound eating habits
Draining our treasury votes
And seem perhaps shallow and indifferent
To popular destinies and good
Lacking depth than their uncivilised new teachers
I suppose those shameless teachers
In office, "Sorry",in power have salient nepotic motives too
And need modern and civil lessons too
Concerning justice and restructuring
To combat some ageless bad students
Sir, we are waiting impatiently
For your long sought memoirs
Now that the sheriff is back
History was no longer taught
And we miss the demon in the news
Everything looked boring until recently
When the kindergarten was shown the untarred road
Back to his village in the delta
The same way you aborted the beast' third term
I have always enjoyed your Diego runs
And it looks like you found a good student in lord of boudillon .
Sir, what about the debacle
Of the famed annulment
What was it exactly
Those heresays demand you educate our ignorance
Wrongly fed by the western press

It was a rain with fiery storms .it barey gave notice to anyone.everyone scampered for the only shade in the midst.A rarely used bus stop near a post office.it appeared neat and dessert.it had been designed for the Lagos Bus rapid transit popularly called the BRT without accommodating the popular Danfo buses who are the mainstay of transport in Lagos,
As the rains poured many more made their way to the shade and many were obviously wet and shivering cold.it was getting tighter now as the Nigerian in us begun to rear its head.Pulling,pushing,and noises started ,if it was staining of clothes,it was marching on someone's leg.i couldn't figure out how a shouting match started it was between a Yoruba man and a Biafran.there was plenty of laughter.the Ibadan man was older and fiercer with his tongue.We almost forgot the hard rain.somewhere in the shade a lady laid accusations on a guy wh she sid hs been trolling her.it was a cacophony and laughter interrupted by occasional bouts of thunder.
I had earlier visited Canada,the famed Ebute metta canteen for some nice Amala and gbegiri soup.it was sure digesting in the emergency shed that i found myself.I couldn't resist the lure of laughter as the ibadan old man deeped into Yoruba idiomatic oratory to outclass his igbo opposition who returned insults and jests.A phone rang,definitely Chinese made one.we were taken aback by the Calabar tone.the owner picked it up and the conversation appeared to be in a similar tongue.it was loud and seemed to worsen our situation .many were in tears of laughter now..what an endurance ! The british and white man must be enduring our dysfunctional lifestyle.Our leaders deserved commendation.
I thought we have had the best of time until new couple alerted us to a pungent smell.it was diffusing fast....suddenly there was movement at the rear and a Rastafarian like figure sat up..
"God" many seemed to exclaim,a mad man in our midst.it was a short burst of laughter that finally broke the suspense. "Ma binu..ore mi..miko rii ara musii ni "
That was the same ibadan man contributing another fart to the now polluted shade.the mad man has had enough of us now.He reached for a stick ,reeling out curses..."awon oloriburuku enia...e ti ba ile aiye jee tan....ejade. ! In the fiery burst of rains everyone took to their heels and scurried away.

VOYAGER

Rapt in my strive
I bear all, patient
And sanguine
You would heed my oyez.

Down here, inured
To the wind and currents
Ardent on your cause
I know of no honour
Save your grace and mercy

O Lord! I pray
Out of my trials and tests
You will fill me
Like the singing birds.
You will house me
Like the holed-up crabs.
And make me rise
In love and fear
To answer your timely calls.

I would with the grace
Paddle in found serenity
And gladly honour my turn
Of the ushering cockcrow
To the realms of peace
Where the lighted soul
Find their eternal nests.

THE TRUE SEEDS

…. Had watched
The dolorous seeds in silence
Waving pleasantly in dreamful chance
Hoping to suppress
Their mother’s avarice
And find their best new homes.

Wishing to bring forth
Lovely seeds spreading out
Their beautiful nature

Lost to their domiciles
At the brevity of so blessed a wind
What a cascade of beauty now!

With such firmamentary finery
And valiant flowering
One wishes to have been the sower
And know the gladness
In sowing,
The true seeds.