Tuesday, March 12, 2019

FELELE

Some kids Hawking FELELE(Soccer balls) on the street of Benin City Nigeria
FELELE

The honey that dripped over our lively childhood days! 'FELELE' as we called it then and perhaps what it's still being referred to as these days was a saviour for many back in the days. Soccer loving kids or football as it's been called in this part of the world made playing the beautiful game a possibility for less privileged kids who ordinarily would have been unable to afford the more expensive ball which was reffered to as 'KAKA' especially in the western parts of the country.

Growing up in Ogun and later in Lagos was one helluva roller Coster, and 'Felele' was a key player in making sure this was so. As kids with no noose of responsibilities hanging on our necks, we kicked during break time, the short and the long breaks too. We played like our lives depended on it!
Such was the height of our excitement.

With it we played the O.G.O, or OJO as it was being pronounced, god knows what that meant!. As little kids, we really didn't care we just wanted to play ball, we wanted to play FELELE.  As soon as the ball gets thrown up we all screamed O.G.O Ojoooo and whoala! The game is on! And impressionable little boys kicked on enjoying a delicious match of FELELE.

What would our childhood have been without it? Probably drab, I mean it's unimaginable that a sub Saharan soccer loving nation like Nigeria will have its underprivileged kids denied the trill of being able to play with a decent soccer ball, of being able to kick around a colourful FELELE, colourful? Yes! Unlike the traditional more expensive ones, which usually comes in black and white and perhaps one or two other colours, Feleles comes in a variety of colours, in varieties of rainbow colours!

Can you really say you don't have a FELELE story? Hell we've all got one. Even the super stars, the ones who made it to the top of professional soccer has got one too,they've got fond memories laced with tales of that most loving round leather object.

Well, you've got a FELELE story, right? Affirmative? Do tell me about it.

Monday, March 20, 2017

OF GREY HAIRS & MISSING SHAFTS

Grey hair inhabited that cramped space alone,
Begging every passerby for nickel and dime.
It wanted only but a dye,
It wanted to turn dark from white.

They wondered,  I wondered,
Where lies grey hair's shaft?
Why can't grey hair turn dark from its shaft?
Why from grey hair its shafts does hide?
Surely every grey hair has a shaft?
Lest it die a lonely whitish grey hair.

But alas! Grey hair did die lonely and whitish,
Inhabiting its lonely confinement.
Its demise birthed myriads of shafts,
All the shafts it needed to stay dark,
And murder isolation.

They drove in in droves,
They came with drums of dyes,
All shade of dyes
For grey hair who has died.
They've infested gray hairs' abode,
If only they were around to keep it dark,
If only they came earlier to murder loneliness.

Copyright Samuel De Poet, March 20, 2017.
PHOTO CREDIT: monoimages.com

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Sunday, July 24, 2016

POLITRICKS & POLITICS

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Politrickcians, Polithiefcians
One and same
Only change in names.

Ever seen a politrickcian
who isn't a polithiefcian?
One and same,
Only change in names.

Dictators in 'Agbada'
Men once in green, in camouflage
Are they not whom we recycle?
Year in, year out?
Are they not politrickcians? Polithiefcians?

Ever seen a politrickcian
Who isn't a polithiefcian?
One and same,
Only change in names.

Is black white?
Or white black?
So why to us they sell this lies?
Are they not tricksters, trick stars?

Ever seen a politrickcian
Who isn't a polithiefcian?
One and same,
Only change in names.

#Pen_Wielder

#SamDePoet

@Iam_SamDePoet

Monday, June 6, 2016

BOOKWORMS


             PHOTO CREDIT: abookwormontheloose.files.wordpress.com
Look at her, she's buried in it again,
She'll be on that book feasting,
Try prying her from it,
She'll be on your face fisting.

Bookworms, what can you do with them?
You can't chew them, you can't spit them out!

Agatha! Won't you look up?
Can't you see over your head?
Don't you know you're socially dead?
Why looking up from that page you dread?

Bookworms, what can you do with them?
You can't chew them, you can't spit them out!

 For you they're all pinning,
But to that book you're literally pinned in.
Miss 'Jackerholic' workaholic,
Why pass through citadel learning?
Can't citadel pass through you? learning?

Bookworms, what can you do with them?
You can't chew them, you can't spit them out!

 Why are you locked in?
 Wouldn't you rather be out exploring?
 Aren't you tired of life so boring?
 Why don't you go out, stop this dulling.

Bookworms, what can you do with them?
You can't chew them, you can't spit them out!
PHOTO CREDIT: cdn.puckermob.com

Thursday, February 11, 2016

THEATRICAL

photo credit: www.dreamstime.com
Mothers strained and drained 
New borns crying unbridled 

Butterflies flapping wings
Fire flies lighting nights 

Bees humming sounds 
Birds chipping melodies 

Swans swimming streams 
Lovers dreaming dreams 

Wildcats preying on preys 
Hyenas laughing away 

Beers sleeping in caves 
Dogs mating with mates 

Bantams securing territories 
Orang-utan leaping on trees 

Mother hens cooing chicks 
Hungry hawks swooping on chicks 

Goats bleating with ease 
Mother's kissing their kids 

Sun setting, night coming 
Curtains closing, acts ending

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

INDECISION



Caught in two seas,
Betwixt two beauties
More I look,
Less I see.

Her or her?
She or She?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Under a tree,
With two fruits,
Both are ripe,
Which do I pluck?

Her or her?
She or She?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

She blows my mind,
But she does too.
Who to choose,
I've got no clue.

Her or her?
She or She?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Is she right? Is she wrong?
These two,
Are they best?
Outta these throng?

Her or her?
She or She?

 Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

 Caught in seas,
 Stuck in roads,
 Lost in junctions,
 At beauty's juncture.

 Her or her?
 She or she?

 Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

 Don't know right,
 Can tell wrong,
 Where do I turn?
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  Right? Left? 
  Left? Right?

  Her or her?
  She or She?

 Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.