Baami who is that woman
Whose wailings fill our ears
Whose anguish silence the birds?
That is Itan
Mourning for her lost children
Her sons and daughters
Her hope and life
Isn’t she the mother of Oduduwa the great warrior?
Yes she is . Oduduwa the great warrior
The brave and fearless man
I remember the wars he fought for us
Fought for our freedom
Stood up to the white gods in our land
Alas! He is now a terror to chickens
Dreams are his battlefield
Vituperates before his television and newspaper
His victory ends on the cushion
A cripple that can’t stand to defend his name, identity future, and honour
Surely Akanbi the great farmer is alive to feed his mother.
Arike your memory amaze me
Akanbi the great farmer son of the land
His bare hands soothes the land
As he brings her to delivery
To deliver her of her fruits and tidings
Out of his abundance
He feeds the lizards in his house
His kinsmen in ivory coast
He fed for years
Akanbi is now a scavenger
Who waits in line to eat
Bits and bits from long nosed men
Akanbi begs in the street
Depending on biscuits and indomie
He grovels for food from strangers
I pity him when I pass by him
His face distorted by hunger
Akanbi waits/looks abroad and not below
For his satisfaction
What a tragedy the death of living sons Baami Segilola nko? I know a daughter will never forsake her mother
The great jewel
Pride of her mother
Fear of all wives
The groaning in men’s groin
Lusted after by white men
Segilola sold her pride for fashion
Her royal beads for dollars
Her beauty for sophistication
Her culture for civilization
Indeed Itan has lost so much . A great mother abiyamo ni
Where did you see Itan was it on your way to the stream ?
Baami it was not on my way to the stream nor on my way to the farm.
I saw her in the wrinkles on Iya agba’s face
I saw her beneath the dark soil Upon which she was once celebrated
In the ancient tattoo on maami’s hand
In your tribal marks
Such is the life of history Itan
Who cries and weeps
For her past conquests and victories.
Such is the plight of Nigeria a great mother with glorious children.
Her Oduduwa Akanbi Segilola are no more .
Listen again as she wails
How old is Nigeria, dimeji?
TEARS OF HISTORY
by Adediran Adetutu.
A Thought provoking poem of our past. A past that can fuel our present and lighten our dim future.
Don’t give up on Nigeria, it can still be a better place for us if you are ready to work and trust (in God).
Comment : this is a wonderful poem written by my friend Adediran Adetutu, it’s a poem that takes us to the past and still keep us abreast with the present matters on ground. I hope we are encouraged by this?
Enough of inaction, our little positive actions have a way of bringing Nigeria to the place it should be.
May God bless Nigeria and take us to the right place he has prepared for us.
Happy Independence Day friends.
God bless you real good.