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My Heart-Song
Many thanks to the roads that led me here, I have wondered through many of such in life, places were seen the way they were, some were seen the way they seemed. Many, many people have made the days that I spent, people were the reasons I have lived for, and many more people will still have this taste…

The caravan is coming home,
I am coming back from my spoil of letters
I have sailed the length of the oceans, I have paddled the breadth of the lagoon,
My watered body gives the returning homage to the lords of the shores.
I have criss-crossed the deserts,
my company men bore its tiredness
I have seen the end of the earth-stretch, where the trio met
The land met the sky, and I saw their greetings
The sky met the ocean, and I saw their fraternity
The land, the sky and the ocean gave me the secrets of the word.
And soon I met the word…
Its heir is the finest syllable, vowels and consonants are the children of its prime,
Word lives where no man can live,
Proverbs are the emissaries of word; metaphors are its kinsmen…
The word gives the secrets of men;
Of their strength and their weakness…
I have journeyed on the wings of the wind,
I saw the end-point of the eagles’ flight
I have dinned with voices, and I was feed in their clumsiness…
And,
I have returned
To the earth of my birth, and to the heart of my love…
The heart of my love is the sole of my love,
And the sole of my love is the heart that beats with the most cherished of all passions…

Gradually, my stay in University of Ibadan is coming to the end and its time to go home; the place that sure people go, the place that many of my kind have gone; the place of dreams.
People were the cloths I wore, people were the water that I drank, and people were the songs I sang. It was a very little beginning of mine, I wandered through the thin and thick of this microcosm…CBN, Lakeside, ZLT LLT-Agric, and many more of the rooms in those stormy sessions.
I have learnt the tongues through which I had spoken, I appreciate the voices through which my silences were sounded. My hands were crude and my thoughts were unrefined.
Mellamby, O Great Mellamby, A29 and B4 had my aching sides on those late- of-the-nights and thy nocturnal groove celebrated my unsung songs. Mellamby O, Mellamby, Saro Wiwa, Bola Ige had the early range, and Onasode took the fore-most-range, and in the rear I come, and soon I will be there.
Ingratitude is the chief of all vices; I must appreciate all the hands that worked on me: the Faculty dons and my colleagues.
Special mentioning to my heroes:
Don-Laz, Mel-Bonz, Abimbola Ojenike, Naass, Gbola Adiamo, Teju Bello, Ogunwoolu Wale, Fisayo Soyombo, Moyo Akinniyi, Kola Tunbosun, Tolu Ogunleshi Bola Adeyemi, Adeeko Wumi, Folake Kayode, Aneto Irete, Oladimeji Dipo, SB, Tunde Oyetola, Onyia Elochukwu Faith Abiodun, Dunni Babalola…Ekwuazi-Hyginus, Dasylva, Bisi Crown, Niyi Osundare…I know I can not exhaust the list; all of you are the testimonial of my stay in UI.


My Heart-Song
Can someone help me to tell Fola Adefemi that, when my ink was about running out on one of the nights, and I was running out of my room to have a re-fill, I heard her voice in the silence that cocooned my heart-most’s-fare, and I had a fulfilled return to the place of my scrolls…I am most grateful to you, for all your kind gestures, and for becoming my heart-song.
The UCJ Family, we have met the music, it must not loose its notes, the torch is still blazing, and it must not go down.
The poems:
AGIDIGBO sounds proverbially, cryptic meaning, crypto sounds… the lines were really my relics, and the lyrics of my songs…Our Warder is mad again… Ogoni…The Dross of Gold…Affirmations of Life… If I have never made any sense to you, please forgive my lines.
Friends and Family: no one should loose the count of his fingers, the winds that blew a warm soothing to my life, you will forever linger in my memory, my intellectual intercourse with you has impregnated me and soon I will give birth to you-dreams…
Ayinde Olaitan, Famakinde Ayodele, Bukola Jones, Teju Adebiyi, Odebunmi Ibisola, Babalola Busola, Tawa Fakoya, friendship is the guide to choices in a labyrinth, and when emotions cling to each other, life is what left in-between the options. May your roads be good in life, may the heavens’ benevolence keep the watch over you, and may you have the all you need to go through the journey of life.
I have no specific words for the system yet, I still have some months to go, none the less, I always dream that for once, Ibadan will emerge again in her native wears, and this mid-night dance in rags will go with the dispersing-dusk.


IBADAN
Ibadan, running splash of gold and rust, flung and scattered among the seven hills, like a broken china in the sun… (J.P. Clarck)
I will indeed miss the night-smells of the weeds by the side of the oduduwa road, the lofty sight of the nights, my idle walk through Amina way, and my worship time by the brook of Awba…
STOP PRESS:

I want to bring to the notice of my esteemed readers and admirers that from this edition, AGIDIGBO will be featuring upcoming poets, and I will like to add that one of them will eventually inherit the House-hold of AGIDIGBO. This will be fully discussed with my editors, but you could be so sure of nothing less than the agidigbo that you have known, if any poet is interested, such a poet can contact the editor of this press organization.
The queens:
Idia, the legendary passion of Benin, for eternity thy face be cast; of silver, for thy unborn queen-let to adore.
Elizabeth, though your earth is quite afar from here, but your proximal kitchenette feeds my empty stomach on several nights.
Queens I beg of your royal pardon, not of my insufficiencies, but of thy daughters…they saw my face in the dark they wailed in the light, they heard my voices and hid in the night, they really wanted me in the openness of morning…
My caravans are coming home, I am coming back from my spoil of letters, I have sailed the length of the oceans, I have paddled the breadth of the lagoon, and my watered body gives the returning homage to the lords of the shores.
My writings have brought more fortunes to me than the laurels and the accolades; it has being a challenge to life; a positive force that has kept me moving. Once again, I appreciate the many roads that have led me here, and I am most thankful to God for the privilege of studying in University of Ibadan, for I would not have had this heritage, truly, UI is the Best.


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Ibukun


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The following comments are for "My heart-Song"
by poetdave

Good heart-song
Very intruiging piece about the details of your life journey. Thanks for sharing!

( Posted by: xeonman [Member] On: February 9, 2008 )





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