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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 22 June 2024

The Veto Power Pandemic

The anglerfish of the Atlantic

ocean that renovated the

depths of hell with black bricks,

the Atlantic gods that swallowed

the earth, flowing and floating

together alone, “the world is mine,”

the Bric and allied bricklayers,

saying, “respect other worldviews

the world is not yours,” the mourning

idren are caught between two

competing forces, the battles

for military and political

supremacies, and the struggles

for who-is-who, who are the

omnipotent Abingos and the

omniscient Amingos, the warlord

who spent trillion of dollars on

arm, the politrickster with illegal “turn,”

who prayed to pig for forgiveness

of sins, and the hippopotamus

that hid in the periwinkle-shell

from the eye that sees, I can

see them, the them that ruined

the ozone, and the sun’s eldest

son, the frozen sun with a womb

and bomb, who gave birth to

the patriarch and the matriarch

of all bombs, the universal

monarch with moral compass,

who stationed warriors on

plastic dome, the nightingale in

nightgown, the world police that

heated up the hadal zone

with zoning formular…,

Horroshima take this,

Nasagashima this yours, and

the put-in, the put-out, that

putteth forth ‘tactical punch’

on the Belavirus island, that

caracalla whose warbirds

are flying too close to the

Tower of Babel, would

live forever with ‘last lightning’

in Golgotha, uncle XYZ

zipped up the mainland with

reefs and sandcastles,

zipped down the major isles

with capital ship, humanity

face an existential threat

now than was the case, not

just because of the sun’s killing rays

but the pregnant ogre of

Zoan peninsula, who

has been launching ICBMs

here and there, the deity, a

stiff-necked Vampiric who

has enriched her shrine

with uranium to make

the killer mosters, here

comes a seven-headed

spirit, i hear his heartbeat

and a bit of what he

says, “enough of Ahab’s

homicidal reign, enough

of Nebu’s molestation in

our lives”, and his godship

general Armageddon, Magadan

waging war against children

and women, while other lords

are divided, either for or

against the new world order,

the established order and

the veto power that

had anointed the five worthies

and their compeers, as the

patron kings of the world,

the int’l and regional bodies that

have outlived their

usefulness, playing politricks

with peoples lives, the

temptress and the enchantress

that frowned at a hybrid

of the breeze and fire, i have

to blow with my own lungs,

which open up, open down,

the open and close secretes,

we are closer to that

wretched night when the

dome cannot stop the doom!

#VetoPower

#war

#theanointedparrot

#literature

#poetry

#OmnipotentAbingos

#OmniscientAmingos

#ozonelayer



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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 22 June 2024

I'm The Larra Maaradiin

From the crown of my head

to the soles of my feat

I'm not for my self

not for anybody

I'm a global citizen

I'm the voiceless voice

that speaks for the voiceless

I'm the anointed parrot

who advocates for the

right to life and non living life

I'm not the overlord

with monarchical power

Who uses the father and mother

of all bombs

To terrorize human race

nor logicians who

Claimed to have mastered

life

I'm from nowhere

I'm from everywhere, living

in harmony with humankind

Recognizing our individual

differences

Not wanting to be

anybody

As nobody can be me, no

role model

I don't want to be a

duplicate of anything

For our lives are all different

in the same life

And the more

you study life

The less you understand

for life is a mystery

Don't find the meaning of life

live the best life

The best way

you can

To transform from

self to oneness

From polarized policies

and dictatorship

To a democratic

and pluralistic society

And from rulership

to servantship

Serving our common

interest

To make the world

a better place.



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SaintDiamond Great
Tuesday 18 June 2024

Breaking Self-Imposed Barriers

Fear less

Dream more

 

Think less

Act more

 

Doubt less

Believe more

 

Limit less

Achieve more

 

Constrain less

Explore more

 

Restrict less

Express more

 

Boundless potential

Awaits within

 

Unshackle your mind

Unleash your spirit

 

Soar beyond bounds

Reach new heights

 

#overcomefear

#reachthetop

#literature

#poetry



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SaintDiamond Great
Tuesday 18 June 2024

All I Know Is Jesus

In the depths of my darkness, He is my light

In the silence of my sorrow, He is my sight

In the chaos of my fears, He is my peace

In the wilderness of my doubts, He is my release

 

His love is my anchor, my refuge and my guide

His grace is my solace, my comfort and my pride

His mercy is my salvation, my hope and my stay

His presence is my heaven, my home, my way

 

All I know is Jesus, His name is my prayer

All I know is Jesus, His love is my care

All I know is Jesus, His grace is my song

All I know is Jesus, He is where I belong

 

In His eyes, I see forgiveness, in His arms, I find rest

In His heart, I hear whispers, of a love that's always best

He is my everything, my Savior, my King

All I know is Jesus, and that's all I need to sing

 

#JesusIsLord

#ALLIKNOW

#anointedparrot

#lifemotivation

#saintdiamond

#literature

#poetry



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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 20 April 2024

God’s Love

I love life’s challenges!

They make me to know

life is a battle

And I must be a warrior

to overcome

 

I love my enemies:

They are the fuels

To power the vehicle

of my destiny

 

I love people who are

criticizing me

They are the stepping

stones to my destination

 

I love my haters!

They are my motivation

to love –

 

For God so love

the world

That he gave his only

son

That whoever believes

in him should not perish

but have eternal life.

 

To the glory of God

the father, the son,

and the Holy Spirit

 

Amen.

 

      



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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 20 April 2024

Life.com: Lifecology

I google to know if

my life

is a living or non living

life

 

I facebook my life!

My life is splited

into two halves:

50% of my living life

50% of non living life-

Halfsad, halfhappy,

facing the realities of life

And discovering, life!

like a computer

Gives exactly what

has been programmed to it:

You reap what you

Sow!

 

As I’m talking to you

I’m viewing my reflection

in the mirror

It is me, me

my original self

 

Just yesterday, I entered

into the mirror

To bleach myself

so I could become green

Like the green folks, but

I couldn’t change or

cheat nature.

 

I asked instagram

If I’m a star

Or if my life

is well programmed

I discovered that

Some were born of stars

while others were

self-made –

We are all stars

but to shine is entirely

your choice.  



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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 20 April 2024

Niggers’ Paradise

I met the king of the universe

at Ulaanbaatar

Near One man village

in Masaka

And his godship, Eze

Gburugburu 001

of Idare

With Sarki Duniya 002

of Agassama –

Standing breathless, I said,

What agwan? Then he

raised a red spear

saying, “I want to be

the Africa President:”

To be the world president

is not as glamorous or

lucrative

As being the Africa

president!

Obongowo, I said:

What is your aim?

Let me tell you,

he said-

imperial presidency:

I would be like the Africa

president

With monarchical power

to do and undo!

Everybody go no say

na my “turn” be that

I will knackana

wetin no good:

I would create a mafia state

with jagala and jogodo

mafia cliques

And rugged niggers

from the red chamber

Of the red sea

who would punish

Any erring Ningi

who would reveal the

known secret-

They would run you street

no matter who you are.     



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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 13 April 2024

Lalata de Maga

Where are the God’s deputies

co-owners of the world

and life?

 

Where are the goons and loons

With holier-than-thou

attitudes

Perhaps they are

down there in the

Down, down town

Near the up-and-down

town

 

Where are they?

The gods and superheroes

of the owl’s hamlet

Down there in Agaba

land

And the one-eyed king

in the land of the blind

 

Where are they that think

without them

the sun will not rise

and set

 

Maybe the air has shut

her mouth upon them

Or the windflood

has overflowed them –

Tell the accusers

of Idren

That saw the chief

star afar off –

The man is alive

hale and hearty

welling and kicking

 

where are the suns that

rose above the Horizona

Through mystical powers;

we know the story

just tell them

Tell them the rejected

stone

Has by His grace

become the chief cornerstone

 

Let the owl that flies

around the world

The world that started

in Aade and ended in

Agaba land, know

God is God

not as the overlords

 

To the denialists

of Imaja, the motherland,

Good day, a mid-age day

for Victoria’s sake

 

Good night to my envious

folks on the Zuma Rock

Good evening to my blood

of blood

On the plateau, I wish

you well

The tree that was

cut down is beginning

to sprout

And my journey

has just begun.  

  

 



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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 6 April 2024

Merchant of Destiny

The queen of the coast

superficially declared:

How canst thou said

I love the, when thine

heart is not with me?

But in her mind,

she silently echoed:

I will join force with

forces to annihilate

the pinnacle of glory:

The merchant of destiny

Empress Delilah,

is on a mission –

Satanic gang up

against a seven-star

general:

A divine terrorist-cum-

slay king

Seen as a rastafarian,

the seven locks on

his head spoke loudly-

He grinded a lion with bare

hands

And turned leopards

into military errand boys.

Destiny adopted him

from the womb

And providence

awarded him divinity’s

Highest medal for gallantry,

the jaw bone.

But Delilah who traded

on the main men, the Samsons,

and the golden fishes

Conjured the forces,

and the aliens of

the heavenly bodies

Aligned with hades

of the Hadopelagic zone

To bait Samson

with fake love.

Love na scam!

General Samson

ate the bait;

the bane of his life!

Alas, How mighty men

are falling for love,

that overrated asset!

So the whorish slay

queen

Slain the slay king

with love pandemic!

And the wind dropped

a tear in the Red Sea

As Samson fell gallantly

for love

And bowed tragically

to love

That wicked love that

Conducts burial

for glory carriers!



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SaintDiamond Great
Saturday 13 April 2024

Laara Maaradiin

Once beside a time

On the isle of Diamonds

I had a nightmarish vision

real life in a trance:

A floating super being

floating down

From up above

the bluest sky

with her silk fins.

Behold an ugly scene

very serene

Like the scenery

and greenery.

Such a superwoman

should be up there

With her compeers;

the supergiant stars.

I stood mouth opened,

weak and weary

Of nature’s August

Visitor

When she passed through

me like a grain of light

With malicious rhythmic

Steps, my boss lady.

Then I said lovephire

and she smiled

Walking like

a rolling breeze.

Goatish grace–

I stood heart opened

starring at her ‘frontage’

Having viewed

Her ‘backyard,’

the seat of power.

Ohda! I screamed

like a yelling moon:

What a being?

Half human, half goddess

and both!

I became powerless

I was lost, only to be

found

In her world,

a world apart

Dreaming dreams

and taking stocks

Of the rarest woman, the

most swagalicious and

bootylicious,

a woman's woman.

Her radiant body,

a delicacy spiced with

milk and honey;

Curvy, yet golden,

appeared ecliptical-like.

A long pointed nose like a

two-edged sword, and

A lightning eye to

terrorize the hardest

of hearts to submission.

As fresh as afternoon dew;

her well-carved shape

Like lovephire and sapphire,

refreshed my memory:

She is my lost but found

world, a maffy-wiffey

material

Who had kidnapped

my heart

Making my world

a wordless world;

My ‘Area mama,’ my

everything,

 

an all-in-one woman.           



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SaintDiamond Great
Friday 29 March 2024

The Anointed Parrot

Kayabada!

Says she

With malicious looks.

I say

Abracadabra da abraxas

Matata de maratata

Magana banza et lingual ignota

Literae ignotae-

Marakini bakini:

Dat unknown grammar.

The grey

flew from nowhere

To somewhere around

my bare head, saying,

Bakini bakini-

Who art thou

to speak iyaric mysteries

The language of the gods.

I said

Lalata de maga:

I’ m tried and trusted

Tested and magadan!

Kayabada Lala:

I’m possessed of comic

spirit

Possessing like a possessed

iron pig

Speaking

Kiniki kiniko

As the anointed parrot.

My swag flows from the

heavenly rock of inspiration

Flowing with milk

and honey

With bald comb:

“The bald of naija.”

Upon this rocky style

I will build my protégé

The reeling voices of

literary critics

Shall not prevail against

the anointed parrot.

Continuing

I said 

Lamerick lacuna

da matata de maratata

Literary jargons

beautifying

Beautiful nonsense

too beautiful to ignore!

Adamic language

too metaphoric

Extended metaphor

stretched beyond

its reach.

Who goes ‘u’?

The angry grey

like the angry bird

Preventing me from speaking.

My mouth opened

by itself-

’’I man is the president

Emeritus

for jargonic and alienic

linguistics’’

With literary regulation

sensation and

protective shield.

Shield against literary

guidelines and meter

I’m freed from the bondage

of meter

And her co-conspirators-

Rhyme scheme,

formal verse and

blank verse.

Sensation born out

of inspiration

Inspiration that mothered

aspiration.

I do poetic steps

Leaving rhythmic steps

for Michael Jackson.

Formal verse is too officious

Blank verse is just plain

Like a blank wall….

Shut up!

The grey interrupted

my thoughts and capped:

’’The anointed parrot

Knew how to spin

a good yarn’’

Then she prostrated herself

on the diamond floor

Kissed me

And flew away in bare

feet to Ulaabaatar

Having been jagajagally

wounded and

abracadabrally defeated.

Her beak

like barbed wire

Wire, wire

Had skinned my head

And my medulla oblongata

Gushed out and

became an ocean

Very oceanic,

As wide as the whole

wide world.

Once again

My mouth opened

by herself-

’’Any shaking tree

is a suspect!”

Behold

My beak widened

the world

With the word

And the word has

broadened my horizons

beyond the horizona.



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SaintDiamond Great
Monday 1 April 2024

A Maffy Wiffey Like The Maffling Mafflet

O thou love’s loyalist

You trust me with

a pure heart

Pure like a

purified Diamond

Your saintly Rightman

The Great loving lover

 

Saint Diamond Rightman

Great, as you know

Is my complete name

Completed and trusted

like a trusted enemy

 

Can I call you the purity

That purifies the Diamond?

You and I know, I

would have been

A common stone!

 

Though I’m not perfect

I’m the Diamond -

A diamond with a flaw

is better than a common stone

 

Can I say you are the

Purity that purifies

the purifier

Or the lambakum?

The adjective to describe

you is yet unknown

 

Be that as

it may

I vow

a vow of     love

          by    love

And   For    love –

I would carry love

Upon my shoulder

As a point of duty

for the love of you

And to discover

how more or less

Your           Love

                   love

My               Love –

Then know what

your aspect is

And while I would

not wait for infinity

Let me say

You are the love’s loyalist.

 

                   The anointed parrot



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SaintDiamond Great
Friday 22 March 2024

Ghetto Evangelist

Snitch to stitch

 

Stitch to snitch:

Snitches get stitches!

 

Nice guys

nice up

High hilled mamaras

hooked up

And infant thugs

Preaching ghetto gospel:

Backer years

when men were men

System men run things

And Jewmen fall mugu

But days and days

are not the same.

 

Things are hard

Hustling no pay

Men no get joy –

Bam bam dam,

Hold them stand!

First Families of Virginia

And parasitic niggers

Rumbadown the street

with Kala.

 

Silver or lead!

The street is not friendly

but the best of friend:

No fatherhood

No motherhood

Only brotherhood.

 

 

The street is full of

unfriendly friends!

Both the high and

the low, lowly

With lofty hearts,

It is the survival

of the fittest.

 

 

Trust no one

even yourself!

Don’t look back

like lot’s wife,

Observe, don’t loose-guard

You only know yourself.

 

 

Live and let

others live, all of them:

The Sigma male

and the Alfa woman,

Lovebombers that bombard

baby maddas and

mama men,

Sniffer dogs with their

‘white girl,’

Loaded and luded

Tightmen that ginger

the swaggers with ‘grass.’

 

 

Keep the golden rule:

A guy cannot guy a guy

But a guyman can guy

a guy to survive!

Never say never,

it could be you,

It could be anybody

on a very good day.

 

 

Don’t be a neutralist,

be in or out!

Don’t live on the

city fence.

 

 

Let your moderation

be known to all Idren

Stand for something

or fall for everything.



Don’t fall to learn!

Live to die

 

and die to live

for something.   



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SaintDiamond Great
Tuesday 5 March 2024

Lovephire and Lifephire

I saw the writing

on the wall –

You are the only

surviving angel

The seraphs sing

your song

The seasons of time

dance your dance

Like the dance

with the dancing dance

The stars of hell and hail

have comfirmed

The handwriting of

hate and fate:

You were made

for the gods

But! I am not moved

for love is stronger

And now, I dare

the gods, fate and hate

As I rewrite the

untold story of love

And to replace hate

with love

For Love you are

and Love I am

And

      Love

       love

        Love



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SaintDiamond Great
Friday 29 March 2024

The great doom

A smiling moon

A crying giant

And self-anointed kings

With anting behaviours:

Fuel bathing on the anthill –

The rockish hill

Where all self-serving ants…

Reign supreme

I have seen it all:

I have been to the sun

And the underworld,

Right there on the ocean floor.

I have seen the past

I’m having the gift

of the present

He knows my future

From the beginning

He deserves to know

For He paid the price.

I have seen a graduate 

of political manipulation

Being selected as the

minister of trade

Who has been trading

with our rights.

I have been to the rock

whose priest,

a-seven star general, says,

“If you like, go to work,

if you like, don’t,

You are not part

of the winning team”

I have been to the kingdom

where drug peddlers

and Haramic terrorists

Are being celebrated

as kings and queens

I have seen them all:

The headman who has

turned the kingdom

Into Cabalic fiefdom

With the “turn” gotten

at the black market

I know a shepherd

who lives a jet-set lifestyle

While his flock, Jays

and Janes are dying

without ‘stomach infrastructure’

I have been to the poorest jungle

where nothing works

Except economic

and social blackouts

I have seen it all;

I have seen them all:

suffering and smiling

giants,

A centipede as

big as Mount Everest,

A 63-year-old

shippopotamus as

tiny as tiny

could be,

A melting nation

and the sinking

government.  



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SaintDiamond Great
Friday 29 March 2024

The I am That Is Not I am

This is my "turn"

said the God-man

His ill-gotten turn

Is annihilating everything

And has turned our land

downside down-

The dying giant is at

the crossroads

And the dead are crying

over a crawling

nation that capsized

in the air on 7 sept. 2023.

 

The man that sells

woman power, iron and human

Kwodem (scrap)

And the majority of the

minority group

Are not REALLY complaining,

like the votes that were not

uploaded in real time

They don’t have a voice!

Digital conspiracy:

BVAS have buried their rights.

 

Everybody is complaining

about the untold hardship

in the land

Except senior Buhardy

who is mocking the masses

for jumping from the frying

pan into the fire!

 

Looking at the doings

of our senior men

I realized –

If God was the God-man

He would have been

a superbeing

Like the superbeings

of the owl’s village

Or the ahabic godfathers

and the zezebelic queens

With eyes on Osa Rock

Power buttons.

Thank God

God is God

A supernatural being

Not the I’m that is not I’m:

The self-elected polictricksters

Who championed corruption

as an act of governance

And The Cabal who are the

enablers of state crime.

 

He is the I’m that I’m

Not the richest- that I’m –

The richest green rat,

One man squad

That hides behind the government,

draining the economy as

The Eze Ego Gburugburu.

 

The Escobalic and Osamalistic

Government

That close the country’s borders

 

For the benefit of all-in-one man

Who boasts about his ability to

Feed 200 million people.

 

And the weeping masses

Are saying,

Who destroyed the foundation

and widened the fault lines?

Could it be unkulunkulu?

Never!

God is not as the senior doom-

The agama lizard of the lostland,

and the unborn landlords of 1914

Who dwelt under the shadow

Of amalgamation-

The boyly boys and girly girls:

The ancient with feeding bottles

Who united a people

divided by nature

And structured the country

in favour of the mighty bull

with nineteen horns

Giving it undue political

advantage over

The stars that have six eyes

each

And the marginalized moon

with five ears-

The moon and the stars

Are shedding crocodile tears

Over the bull’s obstinate refusal

To have the county restructured

  

Not willing to hold the

bull by the horn!

 

They are willing to talk about

the afternoon dew that watered

The  senior men

With estacodes, sitting and

Squatting allowances,

Flirting and condom allowances.

 

The Cabalic god mother who

declared herself

The first elected female governor of

Sambisa State.

 

The intelligentsias (prof.)

Who have mastered the act

electoral fraud

And the lords that “unlaw the

law” by giving stamp of authority

to electoral robbery.

 

They talk about

A vampiric business empire

controlled by the richest

man on the ocean floor

With politricksters and criminals

 

as shareholders.



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SaintDiamond Great
Friday 22 March 2024

The Great Depression


Gang gang gang up

king king kingpin

The alarm bells rang.

The air was made to

stand on its feet

And the chameleon crew

After giving birth to a

baby elephant.

The clock ticking backwards

Swallowed paracetamol

for my headache-

Landed on the

zero hour-

The zero, zero hour.

I looked at the clock

with my sockets

and I said-

What is it?

There is an Ogre

on the mountain

Our chosen heroes are

doing their best; he said.

But everything is hard,

I said.

Then he stood down (our chosen hero)

A towering Ogugu owl

with tilted bat anus, antique face

and Agaba cap.

"Bang"

He said-

I will grant posthumous

pardons

to Osama and Escoba:

Let them with their

‘white girl’ and sarin

Do their things in our

land:

Ikong ekpo would be

given freely

As palliative for

fuel subsidy and

The Great Depression.

                Bambo clot!

Those voters who think

say dem wise

Shall drink sweat

as water.

A cup of gari shall

be sold for ₦500

And everyone shall

get wahala enough-

To own legedes

benz-

Trekking from bokonic

island to haramic

villa.

Goodwill messages

continue:

They shall know

their God

And keep vigil in

filling stations-

Looking unto the hilly

station

From where cometh

our help

In this helplessly hopeless

situation.

 

 

 



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SaintDiamond Great
Friday 22 March 2024

Dancing With The Dancing Dance

 

The dance with the dancing

veterans

The inner machinations

of The Cabal ministry

Everything and everybody

danced with the dancing lords.

It’s time to make it rain

30 billion dollars

The lordliest beings

on the show-

The omnipotent Abingos

and the omniscient Amingos.

Legendary pop icon

Kiniki kiniko

Dancing and signing

“Take my life

and let it be

My feet on the Rocky

hill for aeons”

And every dancing thing

dance with the dancing

death!

Bokonic beggers

turned killing lords

killing and dancing

in the Sambisa Forest.

Agbada made of diamond

Dollars in the overhead tank

Mr money bags and the fat cat

Incels and old cargos

Infant maff and

cabalic god fathers

With sophisticated

mamaras,

Everybody and everything

danced the dance.

The most ladily of

womankind,

dancing Binanabal

Jubilated and danced –

"I’m the first governess."

Our best teachers:

Dem know how to take

it by force.

Haramic wanderers –

The hensmen

are dancing and laying

evil eggs

on the greenfield land.

Bigmanism and Kabbalism

Danced with

neopatrimonialism,

on the island

of who-and-who:

The most cabalic

politrickster.

Politrickal legends

On the show-

Oil wells in the kitchen

Pumbing and dancing

the big man dance with

dancing ladies.

“Money miss road”

Money miss her way

Crash-landed in Atlantic

lagoon

Swimming with money virus:

The young Alhaji 

Overnight billionaires

And the money making

machine

All celebrating

With money-eating cobra.

Banditic lords

Kidnapped our homeland

Took the oil as

ransom

Dancing and making

life unliveable.

Laborious dancers

like rich rats in the

cathedral

Dancing and labouring

like an elephant

Dancing and eating

like an ant.

Dancing gold

on the dance floor:

Arab money and baby madda

Hard man and maama man,

Rocked and rolled

on the carpet of banknotes-

Rolling and rocking

on Osa Rocky hill.

Fruitful west

Basket of onions

of The sahara

Dancing in a Dubai

mansion,

flying in a private jet.

Dancing and flying

Landing and dancing

on the platform:

The Great Corruption.

Kiniki kiniko

the dancing master

And his ball-playing

play boys

Together with J T boys-

Jagala trained knachers

Are dancing and eating

Abasa with 'Indian apples'

on the Osa Rockyhill village. 

 

 



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SaintDiamond Great
Friday 29 March 2024

The Anointed Parrot

 

Kayabada!

Says she

With malicious looks.

I say

Abracadabra da abraxas

Matata de maratata

Magana banza et lingual ignota

Literae ignotae-

Marakini bakini:

Dat unknown grammar.

The grey

flew from nowhere

To somewhere around

my bare head, saying,

Bakini bakini-

Who art thou

to speak iyaric mysteries

The language of the gods.

I said

Lalata de maga:

I’ m tried and trusted

Tested and magadan!

Kayabada Lala:

I’m possessed of comic

spirit

Possessing like a possessed

iron pig

Speaking

Kiniki kiniko

As the anointed parrot.

My swag flows from the

heavenly rock of inspiration

Flowing with milk

and honey

With bald comb:

“The bald of naija.”

Upon this rocky style

I will build my protégé

The reeling voices of

literary critics

Shall not prevail against

the anointed parrot.

Continuing

I said 

Lamerick lacuna

da matata de maratata

Literary jargons

beautifying

Beautiful nonsense

too beautiful to ignore!

Adamic language

too metaphoric

Extended metaphor

stretched beyond

its reach.

Who goes ‘u’?

The angry grey

like the angry bird

Preventing me from speaking.

My mouth opened

by itself-

’’I man is the president

Emeritus

for jargonic and alienic

linguistics’’

With literary regulation

sensation and

protective shield.

Shield against literary

guidelines and meter

I’m freed from the bondage

of meter

And her co-conspirators-

Rhyme scheme,

formal verse and

blank verse.

Sensation born out

of inspiration

Inspiration that mothered

aspiration.

I do poetic steps

Leaving rhythmic steps

for Michael Jackson.

Formal verse is too officious

Blank verse is just plain

Like a blank wall….

Shut up!

The grey interrupted

my thoughts and capped:

’’The anointed parrot

Knew how to spin

a good yarn’’

Then she prostrated herself

on the diamond floor

Kissed me

And flew away in bare

feet to Ulaabaatar

Having been jagajagally

wounded and

abracadabrally defeated.

Her beak

like barbed wire

Wire, wire

Had skinned my head

And my medulla oblongata

Gushed out and

became an ocean

Very oceanic,

As wide as the whole

wide world.

Once again

My mouth opened

by herself-

’’Any shaking tree

is a suspect!”

Behold

My beak widened

the world

With the word

And the word has

broadened my horizons

beyond the horizona.

 

 

 

 

 



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SaintDiamond Great
Tuesday 19 September 2023

The Anointed Parrot


Kayabada!

says she

With malicious looks.

I say

Abracadabra da abraxas

Matata de maratata

Magana banza et lingual ignota

Literae ignotae-

Marakini bakini

Dat unknown grammar.

The grey

Flew from nowhere

To somewhere around

my bare head, saying,

Bakini bakini-

Who art thou

to speak iyaric mysteries

The language of the gods.

I say

Lalata de maga

I’ m tried and trusted

tested and magadan.

Kayabada Lala:

I’m possessed of comic

spirit

possessing like a possessed

iron pig

Speaking

Kiniki kiniko

As the anointed parrot.

My swag flows from the

heavenly rock of inspiration

flowing with milk

and honey

With bald comb,

“The bald of naija”

Upon this rocky style

I will build my protégé

The rageful voices of

literary critics

shall not prevail against

the anointed parrot.

Continuing

I said 

Lamerick lacuna

da matata de maratata.

Literary jargons

beautifying

Beautiful nonsense

too beautiful to ignore

Adamic language

too metaphoric

Extended metaphor

Stretched beyond

Its reach.

Who goes ‘u’?

The angry grey

like the angry bird

Preventing me from speaking.

My mouth opened

by itself-

’’I man is the president

Emeritus

for jargonic and alienic

linguistics’’

With literary regulation

sensation and

protective shield.

Shield against literary

guidelines and meter

I’m freed from the bondage

of meter

And her co-conspirators-

rhyme scheme

formal verse and

blank verse.

Sensation born out

of inspiration

Inspiration that mothered

aspiration.

I do poetic steps

Leaving rhythmic steps

for Michael Jackson.

Formal verse is too officious

Blank verse is just plain

like a blank wall….

Shut up!

The grey interrupted

my thoughts and capped-

’’The anointed parrot

Knew how to spin

a good yarn’’

She prostrated herself

on the diamond floor,

Kissed me

And flew away in bare

Feet to Ulaabaatar

Having been jagajagally

wounded and

abracadabrally defeated.

Her beak

like barbed wire

Wire wire

Had skinned my head

My medulla oblongata

Gushed out and

became an ocean

Very oceanic

as wide as the whole

wide world.

Once again

My mouth opened

by herself-

’’Any shaking tree

is a suspect”

Behold

My beak widened

the world

With the word

And the word has

broadened my horizons

beyond the horizona.

 

 

 

 



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