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Olufunmi Aluko
Olufunmi 'Renikeji Aluko is a graduate of Communication and Language Arts, University of Ibadan. Her poem, Wandering Souls, received the first prize at the Youth Poetry Competition organized by the Italian Embassy sponsored Communion and Liberation Movement. Published in the Association of Nigerian Authors poetry anthology, A Volcano of Voices, her poems have also appeared in The Guardian newspapers. An actress, singer and freelance journalist, Aluko also writes short stories and plays.  
By Olufunmi Aluko
Published on February 1, 2008
 

Aging dreams, weary leaves

dropping amidst still air

moments cyclone in endless motion

approaching feet never seen...


Still World - Poems by Olufunmi Aluko

IYA – Mother

 

Iyadunni

Pleasant in possession

Like rustic treasure

Sprouting spring

On fountain

Of twin gourds

Subtle eyes on cradle

Cementing bricks

Of hope

Paving paths

Destiny fills

Ultimate goddess

 

 

 

ORISUN

 

Sudden gushes!

of fresh water

bedding into

an ever flowing stream

 

clear running waters

in the finger of morning

filling up empty jars

of existence

 

Transparent!

spilling on grey rocks

breaking like glasses

on ancient volcano

 

 

 

STILL WORLD

 

Voidness overflows

your river bank

essence flee

ceasing substance

 

A pregnant lizard

you crawl too slowly

birds peck the woods

In windless breeze

 

Aging dreams, weary leaves

dropping amidst still air

moments cyclone in endless motion

approaching feet never seen

 

A still world

when life’s stagnant

 

 

FRESH VIEWS

 

Glittering ray

Lurking in shadows

Burst on paths

Spread on feet

Lifting feebles

Through dark tunnels

From prisoned journeys

 

Visions of grace

Burst on sight

Burden out and fizzled

in flashes of light

on wings of colour

fly terrains

of a new day

 

 

SEASONS

 

Seasons go

Seasons come

the grey old one

echoed to his kinsmen

 

as the moon

bled forth seasons

Festive was the land

a dance of fronds

but a foul wind wind blew

and there was wailing at dawn

every one to his clan

denying inheritance

in another

 

chaos in broken calabash

okudu clothed

a colour of doom

Agemo brought to life

 

Beneath heavy clouds

Sigidi poise to a dancing season

the white robed man

 eager to watch

 

A show of shame…

…but in time

came the victory dirge

for the green vultures

 

It’s a season of encounter

new hopes burst into bloom

Kolanuts ripened

water the mouth

new palmwine froth

tickle the adam’s apple

 

White swimming

Calabash on water

Only the conquerors dare plunge

 

 

 

 

 

Okudu – Month of June in yoruba

Agemo -  Month of July in Yoruba

Sigidi – A clay effigy