Sanni Ikuti - Nyayo

Sanni Ikuti - Nyayo

Sanni Ikuti - Nyayo

Sanni Ikuti - Nyayo

They Killed God & other Poems, By Ngome Ikoma

COINCIDENCES

(To J)

                                                         I don’t believe in them.      

The coincidences,

Involving me and my likes all the time,

For me it’s just a drama

So well-staged and performed

DISCIPLINE

Woe to a man

Who steals from his own pocket

Would you leave after him

A food store to keep?

To feed the children?

Will you give him your car keys

To drive you home?

THE DOCTORS*

Two of them

Called the most respected men

One I met at the guest house

With a young lady

More or less like his own daughter age wise

He told me

They were marking exams

The other sent a student to prison

That he could have his girl friend

And staged such a drama

The lady about to commit  suicide

For the imprisoned boys love

And they were fiancées

Because one day he came back from a journey

They headed to the guest house

Having registered

And rested for a while

The boy went to the bathroom

There he saw her fiancée underpants

And asked her how come

What is it doing here?

Were you here before?

The boy rose up to go

At the same time never to know

That yes she was there the day before

With the Doctor.

Who actually later became her husband

God bless the Children.

For sure;

The bedroom

Produces no the prodigals

GOES MY SOUL

Those were angels

When I look at this wound

I remember you

The way you stroked me

For telling you the truth

I was only trying to warn you

of the dangers ahead

Then you turned and stroked me

And them

As  if they not born of a woman

They buried her without a shroud

A grave less than six feet

 purported to be a witch

But the little boy and girl

Shed their tears

Cause they will miss her evening story times

Of the jungle and heroes

Pride of the lion

And cunning of the hare.

TO MY FATHER

I have wondered to a lot of places in this world

Yet never could break the circle

You  and Mum circled me in

I have rebelled and done

Things you never did

Not even dreamt of

Still your words rings louder however

Now its not me whenever

That was your love and guidance

Following me wherever

From the cradle

To my grave

LONG THIS WAY

( To C )

Looking back

What a distance we have covered today!

Far away from each other

To me it’s a high time

We resolve this matter

Settle this account

Un ravel the dispute

Once and for all

This love of ours

Shall indeed stay strong

THE REALITY

( To Colombo )*

Like a view through the screen

Spotlights

And sparks

The light with effects

Light and shadows

Am I trapped behind the shadows?

Or are you?

Or are we trapping each other?

Why do we try to escape from each other?

Should it be easy to find the way out?

Not even if we reverse the action,

Still locked with each other

Like a film making its own reality

Back away

You lose light

And without light

You die

Living the world with your own reality

In other world

Other reality

And you have lost your substance

Just a shadow in the screen

An illusion without reality

Between what is real and what isn’t

Trick with smoke and mirrors

Which are very real?

Clouds of atomic particles

Fly through the empty space

And you call that a reality?

Yes as real as yours.

Right, now you understand

There is a substance and the shadow

One can be created

 Ultimately be destroyed

By a word;

Just a simple word

* My favorite Detective in a TV Series under the same name, I made this poem out of the dialogue in the film.

JOSEPH & HIS BROTHERS

I can imagine

As a Youngman

All he went through

Perceiving people’s lives, seeing them through

Telling what is in store

For them and himself

All so true

No wonder they must have called him

A magician

False prophet

Liar

Just all the names

People don’t want to be told the truth

And so if you do

You  reap  hatred and misery

AN EPITAPH

(On my Grave)

There will be not a towering monument or

A bust with my head

But in unknown piece of land

Probably the un marked grave

In this life I wouldn’t have come

But after negotiation

Thus in death I know where I am going

As per the agreement

And yes I believe in creation

You can spit on my Grave now

But I did what I could

Given the circumstances

You would have done better the same

Or even less

You can spare your suggestions for your own story

This is mine

Father!

Your Holy name be praised

MEMORIES OF A BRAVE MAN

They lost everything

To see other saved

In their private prison

Unable to see family and friends

Reading death notes

And all other threats

In discriminated

And racially abused

Ooh what color is this!

It must be,

 God’s color

RESPECT

There is no any respect!

Whatever you may call it

It never existed.

Unless exerted upon one,

One own self only

Then to the rest no alternative,

 But obedience

Respect thyself.