SPEAK! COCONUT SPEAK!

Speak Oh thou genuine investor
Having mens’ heart under thy gracious umbrella;
Shading them from life’s tempting aroma
Before they that are tempted remain so forever.
Speak! Coconut Speak!

Rebuke and chastise the lips that speaks guile
Of your name born until Adam’s revile
Towards the Maker for such a creative style
Refined in His everlasting wise dial.
Speak! Coconut Speak!

However, as green as you’ve dreamed to be
Let others come to thee daily for a cup of tea
Heated in the oven of striking cutlasses without a plea
For which many will buy at any fee.
Speak! Coconut Speak!

This carrier, on which thou art seated,
As wretched as a dungeon, wrecks tainted
Galleries surrounding earth’s predominated
Memories shared on platforms fermented.
Speak! Coconut Speak!

And as the hairs of thy skin fall to the ground,
Nourishing the face that forever will gaze at the cloud,
Smiles of rivers declare they have found
New wines in thy bosom’s resound.
Speak! Coconut Speak!

FEAST OF THE GODS

They seek to play the gong
With hands tied tightly to the cords –
Their lips must have seen some white shells
Harassing the tone of these comforting souls.

Blessed are their works before gods,
Crazy they are when sung as pop –
When gossips, like straws roof
Whistles blowing above bristles.

Behold the intensity with which so strong
They chase melodies like frauds
Out of the depths of sinking wells
To face commodores collecting tolls.

Watch them dance the agbaja
All night as the day spies behind this rock –
This feast cooked for the gods
Shall not rot, no! Not like thistles.

Oh, what dance shall be danced
For this great harvest relished
To sweats that rained on the ground
That cassava and maize may spring forth.

The songs – they minister very loud,
Tuning their voices to furnished
Keys marked on xylophones
Created before the invention of stoves.

A celebration to be remembered
In everlasting vicinities, shames all other
Treasonable efforts enforced by a racketeer
Whose name a reverend has interpreted.