LADY OF THE RAINBOW

Crimson!
In crimson soaked
Blood, sacrifices, coloured liver-red
Food is served:
Dainties- pork and all others
Pray how do you serve such
When she, a vegetarian is?
How do you save her from the crimson blood?

Buff!
Brown legs on brown streets
I dorn red footies- and sway streets
Hisses and catcalls:
Daisies get catcalls- like none other
Pray how does a nun learn satisfaction
When she, a eunuch is?
How do you satisfy daisies with homophobic minds?

Green!
Colour envy and stalking legs
You offend me with these talks, mama
Of meat- that is not meat
Your meat offends me, mama
Your rainbow colours and harsh-tags
Cowards die a hundred deaths
How do you live an abominable life?
And pray that I die not a coward's death?

Orange!
I am just a bystander standing by
I neither eat nor touch; yet, I stare
At your Dainties bulging through stuffed ribs
At your disgusting table manners
Neon lights blink right in my head
How do daisies court daisies?
And how do you quench the neon in my head?

Blue!
Your hued veins turned blue
Frustration: prey scares predator away
The chameleon blends in with spiny legs
I smile as your receding shadows fade
Why do you gawk at the crimson damsel?
Why do you stand a distance poking at your food?

WRITTEN BY:
© Uduak Otongaran
Uduak-otongaran@outlook.com
+2348066010521Photo credit: favim.com

WHEN ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?

The hollow voices of the get married
Have other voices buried
Brutalised voices ferried
Across world's of martyrs

Feminist voices have raised like that of town unionist
These fashionista are the newest fascist
While male-feminist mien abhors rapist
Bad behaviours these days are corrected by therapist
Who needs to split roles of educationist?

Battered men find it hardest to spew thier hardest intentions
While the unionist gloat of dissertation
Have we pardoned the goat for the yam transmogrification?
Or the gods no longer accept the brown goat for its meditation?
While we burrow the young ones into agitation
Of when to marry? Do you study their hesitation??
The unionist have decided to leave the kitchen for the nation


While their painted forceps touch no desertification
Dirts and germs now dance amorous conjugation
On the flutter of disrespect for standing traditions

Wives now delegate husbandry to their men
And while we work they lord over the barns
Liberation is here...mercy can no longer cook yams
While her western accent can buy her many farms
Her christened tattoos shame the pencils on her arm

What happened to African women?
Who changed the men?
When did the titles change?


The merry makers have confused the gullible
The changes of quick choices are unbearable
Before the hunger for my rice becomes parable
These merry makers should lecture this enfant terribles!


Everyone wants to be married!
Our parents are hurried
The biological clock scurried
Away the graves of the carried


Before you stampede me into your rice adventure
Marraige awaits preparation for dentures
Even while its hurts remember your indenture!

Teach our daughters the ''trenchers''
That predation is a misadventure
Merry makers fantasy of adventure
Flies when all you see is the venture!

LEADERS OF MY CHILDREN

With clutched out palms
They received alms
Not afraid of many harms
Like a gift from a mom

Some afraid to believe
Some afraid of disease
Others scared to grieve
Others knew their beef
Reality strap to their sleeve
Awake to kill sleep

Children of abundance
Harbour ignorance
And murder semblance
Blame evil for cognisance
Sons of my mother
How did this ever happen?
Craving for alms over knowledge
Craving for help over discoveries?!
How did this ever happen

How did this happen?
They ask their mothers
Who blamed their fathers
Who had no brothers
Our mothers were never bothered

Why do we import brass?
Why do we borrow bass
Why do we chain our children in gas
Future debts in chasse
While our fathers are bent over tasse
Black mould of haste
While our hearts have left our breast!

Who started this?
Who deceived bliss?
When our children hiss
Our elders smile with ease
Who started this?
'They' say what do you miss!
Clutched hands should spread
We should be bakers of our 'bread'!
In our very hamlets
Men exist who could bake bread!

Why foist on our unbelieve!?
Why strip our greave?
My leaders! My grief!!
There is nothing Africa cannot achieve!
Borrowing is grieve
Remember our creed!
Sons of Africa! Believe!!!

THE GOLD DIGGER

Down both their roads

Good lives with codes

Loving the ode

Invasion of moles

Thier lives filled with toads



Lovers with illusion to dream

Butters turned to cream

Sweet spirits sagged to the brim

Oasis became streams

Glitters began to dim



The bounties of the vultures

shared among bearded cultures

Won like fragmented couture

Broad day owls sway adventure

Isn't this the golden fleece?

Isn't the gold digger a piece?

While trouble makers murder peace

And demand bliss!



Aside the mischievous mascara

Betrayes the greedy sclera

Greed pushes them on the naira

Greedy children filled with chimera

When will they change for the better?

Reasons they celebrate their hunger



Guide your heart with all diligence

The heart is easy to Influence

With affluence

Especially corrupted pretence

Men without integrity pretend

Characters never easy to mend

Forced men

Falls on mien

Of preys who needed a scene

To blackmail thier fish

The gold digger lost on all dish