Poems by Mosobalaje Abimbola

A Kiss
.
.
Like a rain in the harmattan,
.
This sacred kiss to me was bestowed.
.
This kiss is what many craved,
.
But only one was to receive the parcel.
.
.
At the splatter of the rain
.
The glass became imperviously wet,
.
And on the panes were signs of the sacred lips,
.
A mouthful kiss it was.
.
.
The rain drenched,
.
The cloud got soaked,
.
Yet, as the panes were,
.
The kiss departed not.
.
.
Behind the panes,
.
Deep into the flesh,
.
Reaching the Soul through the Spirit,
.
Like the divinity’s gift to the Mother earth,
.
And as a wink sent in time,
.
A time when a poke was needed.
.
.
Deep it entered,
.
Deep it reached,
.
Deep craved for depth,
.
Deep found deep,
.
The Kiss eternal made visible.
.
.
Life ornament on my hands I bear,
.
Precious grafting in me instills
.
The peculiarity in me revealed,
.
The blessedness upon me it kissed.
.
.
That heavenly kiss,
.
The kiss to me,
.
My kiss forever on my heart emblazoned,
.
My kiss;
.
It is you refined.
.
.
I love you.
.
Mosobalaje M. Abimbola
King Abimbola
©2016


Semo and Egusi
.
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After the heaps and moulds of loam
.
With worries buried within the soil
.
Ololufe brought the plates and a calabash
.
I grasp for air at the sight of what starred at me
.
Semo pelu Egusi!!!
.
.
Paga! I managed a wash from the ‘bash
.
My fingers fumbled at the wraps
.
And poked at the white succulent blend
.
At the grounding of the first morsel
.
I wondered what planet I was upon
.
The mouth cannot tell of its blessedness to the tongue
.
.
Egusi…the lubricating meshed fluid
.
Garnished with ponmo and squeezed fishes
.
Unusual taste tonight you bare
.
Seeing you make way for smooth sail through the
throat
.
In Ololufe’s special choice of plate: you pose
.
.
Each atom of my being felt the taste
.
Continuously the finger I nibbed
.
This combination is a bastard that can make sons beg
.
Also is it a son, that can make bastards become kings.
.
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Tonight, a sweet sail is assured
.
As I paddle the

rifts and waves
.
To the land of seven wonders,
.
Where shelves and cliffs have no hold
.
While I snore to please the sea gods.
.
.
Never blame a man who snores
.
And has saliva dripping down his mouth edge
.
For you never know what Semo pelu Egusi can do
.
Until you’ve tasted Ololufe’s special brand.
.
.


~If I had a Mum ~
If I had a mum
.
I had a mum
.
Had a mum
.
A mum
.
Mum
.
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If I had a mum,
.
I would be the happiest kid with a smile
.
Which complements mum’s smile
.
And my style would replicate mum’s style
.
If I had a mum, she’d be proud on my horse’s back
.
.
I had a mum
.
Which dissolved before my brain could mature
.
She faded off before my non-seeing eyes
.
She gave her life to me that I may breathe her
.
I had a mum life never gave me the chance to know.
.
.
Had a mum
.
Whose pain now again I bear
,
As I see this kid wink and whispered
.
Go have a mum, so you can have a life
.
‘Had a mum once, I gritted to myself.
.
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A mum
.
Is why I see other kids bring out their packs at break
.
A mum is the one whose back is a horse
.
And arm a cradle to sooth
.
A mum is the only reason I weep now
.
Mum,
.
You are thousands of miles away
.
Away with the angels; said dad
.
Dad boasts of you, even till he returned to crust mum
.
Mum you are away, away with dad, dad boasts, mum.
.
.
Mum,
.
A mum
.
Had a mum
.
I had a mum
.
If I had a mum.
.
(Dedicated to motherless children)
Mosobalaje Abimbola
King Abimbola
©2016


I Caught You
.
.
The smile on our faces was just seconds ago
.
We smeared the water and shook the dust,
.
We beat the songs and sang the drums
.
Tying the front hair a knot with the back.
.
.
Jane complained about a headache
.
And took a break to lay.
.
Now I have come to check on her,
.
Express-ion-less is goggle I wear, when I caught you
.
.
D-e-p-a-r-t-i-n-g.
.
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Just look at her…
.
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You are the warmth of essence,
.
The real potter of oxygen within the nostrils
.
The lively life within that enhances the without
.
You are Jane; without you, Jane is a cloth of clay.
.
.
Please don’t depart, for
I have caught you
.
We still love Jane to be,
.
For she is the laughter plastered on our faces
.
And the cheerleader whose chair really leads.
.
.
Days of shillings and a quarter Dollar
.
Days when rats were said to steal cookies
.
Days when wires are stripped naked for light;
.
All these days can’t deny Jane
.
You could have gone, before I came
.
But now that I have caught you,
.
Please don’t depart, this salty rain from my fleshy sky
.
Begs that you take me, and leave Jane
.
For a thousand lips she will yet make rejoice.
.
You are the real reason,
.
The real person
.
The essence
.
The true
.
Jane.
.
Mosobalaje M. Abimbola
King Abimbola
©June 2016

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