For JP Clark Bekederemo, By Niyi Osundare
Where is he gone; where is he/Tell me now/Before the boatman arrives
Where is he gone; where is he/Tell me now/Before the boatman arrives
Mr. President, your silence is so loud that it is bursting the nation’s ears.
(The Virtues and Imperatives of “Good Trouble”) Never give up; never give in; keep your eyes on the prize* ...
My skin is my sin,/Sings Bluesman with the wailing strings,/My very life is an “underlying condition”/For countless afflictions
Seasons come, seasons go/Passing moons unfurl your feathers/Wherever your feet have touched the ground/A city of Light has risen and ...
As the Yoruba say, gbese n’iku. Yes, death is a debt. Durosimi has paid that debt now, and his reward ...
(a brief reply to his postcard poem) When Harry and I were about to part on November 5 last year ...
(Memory Evergreen) A straight shooter he* was Who never missed his mark When he sent words on errands He ...
Again the song: An f’oye l’oju An mi Janduku j’oye A f’oye l’oju* I know he is a chronic ...
Sunun re o, Omoluabi. We know you are somewhere now where no one can arrest your music.