Tuesday, September 3, 2013

BAYO POUNDEDYAM

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044:365 - 06/13/2012 - Iyan & Efo-Riro


Bayo Poundedyam
Was a handsome man
Before he died


He was a nice man
Or preferably a guy
For he was thirty two
Before he died


Bayo would smile
Whenever he talked
For he was a nice man
To the best of his knowledge
Before he died


Bayo would smile
At people
Whenever he walked
Down the street
In his chocolate skin
Before he died


Bayo Poundedyam
Was so handsome
That every man envied him
Whenever he walked
Down the street


Bayo Poundedyam
Was so handsome
That every woman;
Married and teen
Wanted him
As their property


He was so handsome
To the extent that
Children who knew
Nothing about love
Have heard million
About him


About how
His handsomeness
Suddenly brought him death
Was the thing
They have heard
About him


They never knew:

Bayo Poundedyam
Broke many homes


Bayo Poundedyam
Jilted many girls


Bayo Poundedyam
Was the one dating
The single mommies
And secretly dating
The widows who
Wanted him 

As their property

So they jealous
And men angered
And everyone connived
To teach him
The lesson of his life

They caught him
 

They wanted him
To die a bitter death
So they took him
Alive


And tears filled my eyes
When they peeled his skin
And stabbed him with knives
To pieces him


As if that was not enough
They put him on fire
And men and women
And everyone with strenght
Gathered mortar and pestle
And began to pound him
And pounded Bayo
And swallowed him
With soup


But when Bayo found himself
Out of their belly
He couldn’t go to heaven
For he was not whole
His body was scattered
And his ghost multiplied


So he left the people
And went to the farm
Yet farmer found him
And took him from the farm
To the market place


And some magicians
Went and made Bayo to powder
And called him Poundo Yam
And when hawkers hawk him
They’ll be shouting:
“Buy your Poundo Yam!”
Instead of Bayo Poundedyam


And people still buy him
Because they’ve tasted him
He was so sweet
When they first killed him


So they couldn’t do without
Bayo Poundedyam
And every home is pounding him
Up till today.

Samuel C. Enunwa 29-08-2013 http://samueldpoetry442.wordpress.com/
“Square and compass thy ways to freedom.”

BAYO POUNDEDYAM Bayo Poundedyam Was a handsome man Before he died He was a nice man Or preferably a guy For he was thirty two Before he died Bayo would smile Whenever he talked For he was a nice man To the best of his knowledge Before he died Bayo would smile At people Whenever he walked Down the street In his chocolate skin Before he died Bayo Poundedyam Was so handsome That every man envied him Whenever he walked Down the street Bayo Poundedyam Was so handsome That every woman; Married and teen Wanted him As their property He was so handsome To the extent that Children who knew Nothing about love Have heard million About him About how His handsomeness Suddenly brought him death Was the thing They have heard About him They never knew: Bayo Poundedyam Broke many homes Bayo Poundedyam Jilted many girls Bayo Poundedyam Was the one dating The single mommies And secretly dating The widows who Wanted him As their property So they jealous And men angered And everyone connived To teach him The lesson of his life They caught him They wanted him To die a bitter death So they took him Alive And tears filled my eyes When they peeled his skin And stabbed him with knives To pieces him As if that was not enough They put him on fire And men and women And everyone with strenght Gathered mortar and pestle And began to pound him And pounded Bayo And swallowed him With soup But when Bayo found himself Out of their belly He couldn't go to heaven For he was not whole His body was scattered And his ghost multiplied So he left the people And went to the farm Yet farmer found him And took him from the farm To the market place And some magicians Went and made Bayo to powder And called him Poundo Yam And when hawkers hawk him They'll be shouting: "Buy your Poundo Yam!" Instead of Bayo Poundedyam And people still buy him Because they've tasted him He was so sweet When they first killed him So they couldn't do without Bayo Poundedyam And every home is pounding him Up till today. Samuel C. Enunwa 29-08-2013 http://samueldpoetry442.wordpress.com "Square and compass thy ways to freedom."

Oh My Dear Daughter!

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