Olusola Ajibogere
Ajibogere, Sola; #PoetryCreator , a native of Ijesa-isu, Ekiti state, Nigeria, is a graduate of the Federal University, Oye Ekiti, with a B.Sc. (Honours) in Microbiology. He currently teaches at Divine Touch International School, Ado Ekiti. He is the author of the self-published fiction Much Ado About Learning. His poem, “Sun-plea,” was published in Eleventh Transmission, and another, “The Song of the Evening Harvest,” was published in Africa Poetry Magazine. He loves watching and playing soccer.
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Of Farm and Life
Okro trees bear Leaves generous in size, Each leaf raises its Stalk to sprout yellow flowers in The hinge Between main stalk And leaf-stalk; The flowers blossom and light The farm in yellow flame Of beauty resplendent; Soon, they fall, revealing Stubs of miniature green. Yam vines, Lushly green, Stand on heap tops; And twine round yam-pegs In intricate confusion. Maize too, not yet learnt To sprout pollen of powder yellow; Leaves— bird's wings in flight, Heaves as wind sighs through; The ...
A Swimmer in the Orifice
A fellow dives into an orifice, Passion moves through his veins; It starts, first from the soles Of the feet; then moves as snake’s Venom from ankle-points upwards, it gets To the loin, makes a momentary stop, heaves And sighs, pants and draws more Breath, more blood for sustenance, for The journey so dear, so near, so far... And the loin infects the nerves, Vertebrae rhythm a snake's Slither, and nerves Undulate the roaring Passion to the ticklish brain; Bodies convulse in Flaccid-spasti...
Civilization Queer than Sodomy Before, sodomy was not known; A country wiped out Left Its name as a Sad reminder of a Sin loath by God. My first coming; Dogs copulated with dogs, He-goats with raised upper Lips chased she-goats; Goats ate grass, Dogs behaved as dog, Hunters whose foraging Had known the bowel of Forests gave reports of Lions roaring as lion and Grunting exactly buck's grunt. This was my first coming. A dog copulating with a goat On the open veld Welcomes me to a second com...
Passage Heaven rises from the earth, Distil upwards to dust off early Mist from the face of the sky Dawn sullenly wake On night's Mat and shakes The night off the cocks feathers, The cocks spit gold from the throat and Hang it on the horizon; Ancient trumpeters, Gong-throated messengers Announcing daybreak; The day will break Whether you crow or not. The gold metamorphos...
