MOTHER

MOTHER



as i repose

in the wrinkles

of her face

i feel her crimson

glow in my eyes

her holy scent

grows inside

a sea of peace

multiplies

in the mind



--R.K.Singh

SEA

SEA



The waves in me rise
like thousand hooded snakes
strike the shore:



the rocks stand undisturbed
the shores don’t move
the sea returns



--R.K.Singh

The Election of Abubakar Shekau

Following the death of AbubakarShekau

We hereby cause to be elected, AbubakarShekau

In the rusted hands of The International Community

Observers of our extinct African humanity

For we have not known how to live

Even though unto humanity a lot we did give

We do not have any more religion

Save for those who grab moneys to see us visions

Now it is Election Day, and we've got no options…

On the queue, we see no one who's got the gumption

Our nostrils perceive the electioneering promises

From the aromas of charred huts and roasted human beings

But we all love the great AbubakarShekau

Who lived and died for me and you

We loved the scowl that eternally sat on his sad brow

As he delivered his presidential speeches on YouTube

AbubakarShekau's invisible posters are everywhere

He uploaded them on the wild wild web which we all share

He promises unlimited good life in the hereafter

And thereafter his assignment is to send us there

And this new Shekau, is he brash enough to fill the shoes?

Does he have scorn and treachery enough for two?

Does he watch satellite TV and ask you not to?

Does he rape virgins here and promise heaven for you?

It doesn't matter whatever he thinks

Or what volume of alcohol he drinks

It won't matter that Shekau performs no ablution

Shekau will tell us what to do with the barrel and the bomb

Darkness is creeping in and the accreditation is almost done

It doesn't matter how we vote, this election is lost and won

It will be the freest and fairest and most credible one

Not a shot fired, no polling agent brandishing a gun

Tonight will be the most jubilant in our beds

With brilliant fireworks in our dreams, hope in our heads

That someday some-ass atop a rock shall give us some bread

Before he tells us we are living, even if we are dead

Odoh Diego Okenyodo is a Nigerian writer, activist poet, journalist, public relations and advertising practitioner. He is the Country Director of Splendors of Dawn Poetry Foundation in Nigeria.

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Here's a critique of R.K.Singh's latest collection of poems, I AM NO JESUS AND OTHER SELECTED POEMS, TANKA AND HAIKU

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ISLAND

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