Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Zebra Crossing

     Can we all afford
extra rights of way to walk
        our prejudices

     What if we were born,
Black and White tattooed forehead -
     'Hate has no place here.'

©Adura Ojo - April - Day 30 - NaPoWriMo 2013

Prompt: Haiku Heights: Zebra Crossing
Share: D'Verse Poets: Open Link - Week 94

image: BBC

NaPoWriMo 2013 (national poem writing month) has come to an end. Sob, sob not! Glad to have taken part and fortunate that something popped up in my head to write every day! It was my second time taking part. First time last year. It's been great to have you reading. A big thank you to my fellow poets for their support. Thank you all for coming on the journey with me. 

Saturday, 20 April 2013


    Will you hug her close
 stray into her spicy spines
    face tingled with glee

    She loves to clean house
     and massage hard surfaces
          Stallions love her

   Allure of laughter
separation of distance
 notes in the pickings

    Dry and thirsty land
long miss the sheen of her oil
    yearning for her touch

©Adura Ojo - April - Day 20 - NaPoWriMo 2013

Posted to Haiku Heights - Prompt: ROSEMARY

image: wikipedia

When I was younger, we had a Ghanaian househelp called Rosemary. She was my favourite of the ones we were fortunate to have as the years rolled by. Her laughter was infectious. She never tired of cleaning, cleaned all day whether it was necessary or not - it was her favourite thing. I remember mum often telling her to stop. (And that was quite something as my mum loves cleaning, herself). Now that I think about it, I wonder if Rosemary had OCD or some past trauma that led to her compulsive cleaning habit. Her other obsession weakness was an insatiable appetite for men. They loved her too. Amazing personality - but you could never get emotionally close to her. Every prying question was met with a laugh. Her laughter made you warm up to her but also kept you at arm's length. We were sad when she left. I hope she's happy wherever she is today. 

Thursday, 18 April 2013

African Queen


Love you enough
value your worth

Know yourself
and the yearnings of your soul

Truth is your companion
Chase out rot
dust cobwebs
(You don't need those)

Practice self love daily
Loving others is pointless if you don't
It's like pouring water into a basket
...too many holes

Water your dreams
let visions take hold
like thirsty seedlings with roots
on fertile ground

Give them wings
that withstand the strongest
of winds
Wax will not do

glue sucks too
Be organic

Grow your own stalks
Do the bantu

Sway in the breeze
They do not lie

Bask in your shade
Know you're a queen
among queens
Yes, I said so

Long live your African Queen
Tell them your mama said so

You were born to live
African Queen!

©Adura Ojo - April - Day 18 - NaPoWriMo 2013

Also Posted to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - Prompt: Encouragement.

Dedicated to my daughter, Tomtom.

Friday, 12 April 2013

Moroccan Blues

Moroccan Blues

 Mesmerised by
               your gaze
                      I greet you
         you reply in french
           I don't understand

                    swollen feet
do your streets no justice
     I drag on your spread
   like the snake charmer
               on his tobacco

            your spice sings
         mint and cinnamon
      embrace my tongue
bringing me back to life
      like your horse trot
              at the Medina

never mind the
french rites of passage
     greeting my palate
for the sake of a snake
charmer whose smile
makes money with guile
au revoir chilling
      I'm leaving    
your hustle and sting
hug of orange trees

©Adura Ojo - Day 12 - NaPoWriMo 2013

Been in Marrakech, Morocco for a week. Quite an experience. I've got a thing for North Africa and the Mediterranean that I can't get out of my system! Heading back home.