Hope is my only light
Hope is my only light
Out of all gloomy nights
Whatever hope fights
Hope prevails
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Rivers of Life
Rivers of Life
Folks are flowing waters:
We fail to connect upstream,
Downstream we shall meet
Those you shun today,
WHAT DIDN’T YOU SEE?
Plenty to see and ponder,
so very much to read and wonder
in a half-penny newspaper.
First, you must see the three Magi
Looking to find the Messiah
At the throne of Herod?
The Three Mega-Pharmacies
Looking for the Corona Virus
didn’t start their search
in the manger scenes of Bethlehem.
I am speechless.
Anthonia Nneji has done me again.
I am speechless.
I must write her a poem.
The Butterfly Thinks Himself A Bird
Moyo Okediji
Title: The Butterfly Thinks Himself A Bird
Medium: Acrylic on canvas
Date 2021
Size: 24″ x 30″
The title is an important line in playwright Ola Rotimi’s masterpiece, THE GODS ARE NOT TO BLAME.
Rotimi took the line from a Yoruba proverb, “Labalábá fira rẹ̀ wẹ́ye, kò le ṣìṣe ẹyẹ.” ̛It means, “The butterfly compares itself to the bird, but is unable to perform like a bird.”
Do you think I should hug him or send hired killers to him?
Samuel Toba did this portrait of me today. It’s gorgeous. Do you think I should hug…
MEANINGLESS WORD
MEANINGLESS WORD
“Food is not ready,” Iya Oyo informed me. “This is just a snack. I know you are hungry” In Yoruba she said “Fi eléyìí panu. Mo mọ̀ pé ebi ti ń pa ẹ́.”
She left me a bowl full of boiled groundnuts. I loved boiled groundnuts. It was still in the shell. “You can throw the shells here after cracking them.” In Yoruba , she said, “Pa èèpo ẹ̀pà ná à sínú abọ́ yìí.