Wole Oguntola is a poet with two awards in both poetry and short stories. A satirist and an activitist, whose poetry has been published home and abroad, he is currently the HOD of Art, at Excellent Comprehensive Model International Schools, Osogbo, Osun State.
The downcast and dwellers
Two intolerable inhabitants
Have taken oath to team together;
the downcast and dwellers
They settle among sharps
and stings of sorrow
Of ill-gotten days
And, see them through cracked defence
Both communing together
But of different worlds
As dwellers keep hoping
In the twists and turns
of time-
Downcast keeps building
the dreams in the castle of air
and grandeur
of melting sun
They’ve come in tangle of wrists
In trap of traitors
And through rhythm of wars
Of hope derailing land
Where wailings do echo
Silent range of laughter
Of defence of disintegration
It seems sometimes is
a traversed truth
Dwellers are compelled
To unknown spells
And of embroidered world
From where meadow of mysteries
Rises its voice upon the land
Patriot-bearers, learn to jubilate!
A time coming
Waving and rejuvenating
To revive the land
Among sharps of sorrow
And stings of ill-gotten days.
I’ve carved all to this effigy.
Where sane sun, too, is shooting bright.
I’ve carved it to him;
Who has sanctioned
prodigies in Paradise.
He, whose voice has echoed through time
I have chosen between two Lords;
Between Henry and right to foolery.
And as you know, man can not serve two masters
this is a stone of believe.
I have chosen him of a penstorm;
of the pillar of wit and the plateau of hope.
I have gone to where grain of grace
formed a pyramid, and piled up liturgy of literature.
Where abundance of acronyms have defined the earth.
A road in Europe
(to Henry Wole Akintola)
To one who sojourns
On a terrain
Whose head is raised
Above the earth matrixes
Like morning sunflower
Above stodgy flood
To plateau of New Jersey
Where every good road
Meet in Europe
And where spreading grass greener
In marble of shooting sun
Must is your colourful dreams
Sparking in city night
Where your noble will
Is strolling in marble mall
I’ve fallen asleep
And lost in its full scenery
And awakening by the clash of steels
And gently rubbed my palms
Like a too-serious praying- mantis
Demanding for acceptance
Of a life of flight.
Effigy
(For Henry Akubuiro)