Before words become raining bullets
Showering on the leaky roofs of the Delta
And preaching become blood
Coursing through the veins of the Rivers
Before the Bible and the Quran
Become Trump’s wall Continue reading DEPARTURE by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal
by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi Dear Hannibal, I received your letter from the dead football fans. And from their body language, if they have the means notwithstand
by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal Dear Son of Man, The will to do what is right in the face of medley temptations, mostly from peers, can actuall
Dear Son of Man,
Just as we are trying to extricate our feet from the bog of bohemian that epitomises our national lives, some irascible juveniles in garbs of senility are trying to sink our feet deeper into the marshes of ignominy. What we witness here daily is enough to infuriate rational minds into irrational acts that may encapsulate and consume our sovereignty. Daily, our leaders, filled with hubris and self-demanding in their egocentric cocoons, serve illogic diets as menu for the palate of the famished public and leave them drooling in diarrheic spurts. Continue reading LETTER TO THE SON OF MAN Vol.6 by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal
Dear Son of Man,
How best can I express my disappointment in our dispositions as a nation than this little space afforded me to ventilate on issues beyond my power to alter? It is true, what you said in your last letter, that we take one minion step forward and two giant ones backwards. Your allegory about the driver and his passengers was on point with prejudice to the Nigerian state and its unpalatable leadership cum followership trail. If the passengers see nothing wrong in the reckless drive of their driver, I am afraid there is little or nothing to be done to avert a doomed journey. How much of our negligence and complacency are responsible for the wantonness of our leaders? How much of our indulgence renders leaders unaccountable? And just how much of our sycophancy Continue reading LETTER TO THE SON OF MAN Vol.5 by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal
This long and crooked path,
Stretching out the petals of intrigues
cocooning Minotaur, son of Pasiphaë,
is to Labinnah just a thorny road to glory.
Are you Theseus, Labinnah,
That strong and mighty soldier? Continue reading LABINNAH’S LEGEND by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
“Inspiring scenes of people taking the future of their countries into their own hands will ignite greater demands for good governance and political reform elsewhere in the world, including in Asia and in Africa.” – William Hague.
While the statement above is true, so much needs be done by the people of Nigeria, Continue reading LETTER FROM THE SON OF MAN vol. 4 by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
Dear, Son of Man.
I am excited as ever to get your timely correspondence. It was a timely balm that soothes the strained joints of our daily struggles. More so, it was an insight into a higher mind that proffers pragmatic panacea to our constant societal problems from a distant world, while opening a vista for dialectical discourse on our continued existence as humans and as citizens of a highly soldiered sovereign alliance.
“This is a court of law, young man, not a court of justice”, are words attributed to Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., one of the U.S. Supreme Court’s great Justices (as he then was). They were uttered in response to the argument of a young lawyer who mentioned severally while arguing that his client sought justice before the court.
Again, and in response to your well-articulated exposé on the mob-action against the wellbeing of justice in our dear country, I reiterate the words of Holmes, “This is a court of law, young man, not a Court of Justice”. Continue reading LETTER FROM THE SON OF MAN. Vol3 by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi
Dear Son of Man,
My conscience bleeds this morning for my country. Not because of the many upheavals, trials and tribulations we face daily, these could be surmounted by the repositioning of the human mind, but because the country completely wallows in indulgence that conveniently metes out justice as a selective, eyes wide opened sword wielder, rather than the blind lady with an impartial sword, ready to give it to anyone, irrespective of status, class or creed, according to the measurements of the scales in her hand. My conscience actually bleeds because I belong to a nation that has lost its soul. The irredeemable path taken by us as a nation had revealed our recidivism and only a soulful diagnosis and conscientious surgery of the root cause can redirect us from this annihilating path that leads to nothing but perdition. Continue reading LETTER TO THE SON OF MAN. Vol3 by Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal
by this omnibus
wraps up into a big whole
this day and the next two
of may, twenty fifteen. I was there!
The Bass and the Soprano,
One anchored to the other. Continue reading BEE-THROATED: Hannibal & Candela by ‘Lakunle Jaiyesimi