POEM: Son of Bastardism

Akinyele, lineage of the missionaries, From whom we borrowed teachings of prayers;

Kneel, perhaps, kowtow, send your eyes into darkness.

To whom shall we wail to?

That eyes we sent to darkness in prayers, returned.

Returned, unto our land, intruders rule as kings.

 

Akinyele, son of bastardism,

To whom shall we tell?

That our product of isakole

Is a man of civilization.

Sent Ogun on exile, Oya buried prior grave dug.

 

Akinyele, courtesy found missing in your life,

Prostration is a capital punishment,

‘Hi’ is an alternative, ye alternative you chose.

Men of white skin capsized your thoughts,

Pieces left are heaps of rubbish in your brain.

 

Akinyele, son of ingrates,

Into the grave of your father

We shall post aroko, dead will hear

That Ogunkoya is traded

Richard is the return name.

Alas! Lineage name is dead without tomb.

Apeke waited till patience was anxious,

From your heaps of rubbish, Apeke is a witch,

Elizabeth Wood is your wife.

Akinyele, son of shame.
Written by: Ololade Akinlabi(Olholhadey)

Akinyele*, Apeke* , Ogunkoya*, are Yoruba names

Isakole- Tribute

Aroko- old way of sending message in Yoruba land

Ogun and Oya- Yoruba gods

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