Category: Change


  • A buffet party
    Eat as much as you please
    Make your pick
    Or better still, eat what you get
    Chef cooks and serves
    Food piles like mountains

    The fast eaters, 
    They choose greed
    Temporary satisfaction
    Only a few actually get the food they want
    Some eat in sections
    And others garble it all up in seconds
    Ending the party all too soon
    With a stomach ache

    But some are slow eaters
    (If they are lucky to get what they want)
    They chew for days and swallow for months
    I think most of them regurgitate
    Party goes on longer for them
    If not too long

    The almost too late,
    They almost never get anything
    And if they did, it’s not what they want
    They did not enjoy this party
    But it lasted a bit
    And they had at least a plate

    In the end almost everyone sort of gets cheated
    But the race is not for the swift
    Eat faster so you can have more!
    Eat slower and enjoy the moment!
    Work harder for the food you want!

    The greedy continue to fight for food
    But they only get the leftovers and bones
    They swallow up so much
    That they swell and burst
    The slow eaters barely finish one meal
    And food becomes overwhelming
    I think that they might choke a little too much
    The almost too late
    Regrets coming to the party
    But tries to at least get a decent meal
    That his stomach craves

    This poem is not about slow eaters
    Or fast eaters
    Or almost too late’s
    Or even food
    I myself may have forgotten
    Or maybe I’m just hungry
    © warrior queen, 2024

  • eyes like honey
    skin like glass
    lips like cherry
    who’s that pretty lass?

    it’s my girl
    black and shine
    let it ring like a bell
    the girl is mine.

    © warrior queen, 2024

    Art by Dami (me:⁠-⁠) All copyright reserved

  • A slowly grinding wheel
    moving at the speed of light
    how exactly did we get here?
    has time cheated us now?
    we celebrate a new year
    but long for good old days
    we look forward to next year
    but wish we could go back

    is this wheel moving us forward?
    or taking us in circles?
    are we stuck in a time loop?
    or are we on reverse?
    are the good days over?
    is this our anticipated future?
    we dream of a bright future
    since sixty five years ago
    when will this future come?
    or are the good days over?

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • It’s the ending of August
    Some days past my birthday
    Just got into college
    With my luggage and my ticket
    As uncertain as the rain clouds
    I proceed to my new room
    I am welcomed by the fuzzy
    warm feeling of yellow
    Taking in the new view
    of where I’ll call home soon
    As if on cue, out of nowhere
    The sun rays pour in
    Through the white windows
    Showering me with hope
    “I’ll make me a home
    In these yellow walls”

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • I might have a severe case of poet's block 

    Suck in the rut
    Of unproductivity
    Waiting for a hit of sudden creativity

    My pen has long too rested
    My papers are quite blank
    The weather looms gloomily
    Into my bed I sank

    Uncompleted prompts
    Lie dormant on my bed
    Can't think up a rhyme
    It's all gone from my head

    Perhaps I would need
    A change of scenery
    That I may be put
    Out of my misery

    © warrior queen, 2024

  • Let the drums begin to play
    And make space for Arẹwa
    Let her dance to the ancient Bata
    Play us the afro beats, highlife and reggae
    With each beat of the drums,
    Let the seeds on our farms germinate
    With each stomp of her feet,
    Let the soil yield up its best yet
    With each twist of her waist,
    Let the pregnant mothers deliver safely
    With each move of her arms,
    Let our men be strong like warriors
    With each turn of her legs,
    Let our children flourish and grow strong
    Like the iroko tree
    May our ancestors and past heroes
    Witness this very day
    May the loving arms of Eledumare
    Bless this very day
    As we join Arewa in dancing
    The flames of the night fire
    Add to the heat of the moment
    Our sweats make our skins glisten
    Glisten like black pearls
    The fire flames join us in dancing
    As our beads jiggle along with our tambourines
    Let us dance with vigour and life!
    Let us dance for the mere sake of being alive.

    © warrior queen, 2024

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  • The heat I feel
    Is suffocating
    When the weather changes
    And the sun is blazing
    The floor is so hot
    Can’t walk properly
    When did a fertile land
    Turn to a barren one?
    There’s no room for the poor to breathe
    And the rich are beginning to cry

    Let the poor breathe
    Take this heat away from us
    Let us feel at ease
    The heat is suffocating
    All our dreams
    The kids want to sleep
    And adults want to chill
    But the heat is killing
    Oh may we survive!

    We need that cooling wind again
    We need our rivers to flow again
    We need our farms to flourish again
    We need a breath of fresh air
    Pour us that chilled water
    Let this heat leave our land



    © Warrior queen, 2024

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