Qudus Olabode: The forbidden fruit (poetry)

by Qudus Olabode


Night beckons

I find shadows of a giant clan

crumbs of her past in many fragments

crumbles of the southern wells

the gully of western plantations I find worrisome

Why worry thyself I thought

Growth has come to stay

Growth of the human plague

The inferno of human greed

Brimming with lust of lethal fire.

Steaming down the shores of our wells

Burning down the peasants shed

Now we are homeless,

the whole world make mockery of our rags

With a child born with streaming fluids of royalty

Thriving on pride of the savanna

I bare no grudge of our fortune

But why do the many fortunes leave the peasants with wealth of penury.


It’s another harvest

I find relics of fossils

washed up the wells of south

built with toils of western harvest.

I find nothing of those wells except their many droughts

I find nothing of those harvests, except the famine they brought

Little wonders,

Why we wander and languish on fertile grounds

A huge belch when they milk our harvests dry

Another juice from our sweat

How sweet would the sweat grill the fruits of greed

We harvest fruits never to be fed upon

Build dreams never to be found in our rest.


Qudus Olabode wrote in from [email protected], and tweets from @Drave9




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Comments (4)

  1. Qudus, has alwaz being a great, orator. But never seen him, put pen to paper, but seeing dis today, am honoured to have worked with u, and have met a great, guy, like you. The piece is awesome. U will soon, be nominated, for the nobel lauret.

  2. Beautiful piece. Well put together.

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