Showing posts with label performance poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label performance poet. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

do not trust them! poem by Ojijo

(extracted from Fireplace Stories: Ojijo's Performance Poems. Poem .2012. ISBN.978-9966-123-17-6)

1.      do not trust them!


do not trust them, i warn you,
when they say you win, then know, you have lost,
when they say come in, know they want you to leave,
when they say welcome, they mean, where the hell are you going,
do not trust them,

do not dare trust them,
when they say “you are safe with us”, they have “got you”,
when they say “watch out”, they have already stabbed you,
when they say “it is your turn”, they have set you up,
do not trust them

do not trust them,
when they say eat with us, they have poisoned the food,
when they say, ride with us, there will be an accident,
when they say walk with us, you will slip and fall,
do not trust them,

do not trust them,
when they say we love you, they hate you,
when they say we hate you, they have always hated you,
when they call you, they want to exploit you,
do not trust them,

do not trust them,
their prayers are human sacrifices,
their blessings are curses,
helping them is digging your own grave,
lifting them will be your ultimate downfall,
do not trust them,

do not trust them,
they have glass eyes,
they have cold hearts,
and they have no blood,
they will eat your flesh, human flesh,
they will drink your blood, human blood,
do not trust them,

do not trust them,
do not trust any of them,
none of them should you trust,
all of them are not to be trusted,

do not trust them.

 (Ojijo is an ICT lawyer, author of 29 books, performance poet, armature pianist, luo culture expert, business feasibility study and financial projections consultant, public speaker and coach: ojijo@allpublicspeakers.com, +256776100059)

Sunday, March 9, 2014

where were you? (Tribute to Lupita Nyongo, Oscar Award Winner) by Ojijo Ogillo

(extracted from Fireplace Stories: Ojijo's Performance Poems. Poem .2012. ISBN.978-9966-123-17-6)
 

1.      where were you?


 

you woman, sitting there, begging for emancipation,
you mother, standing there, petitioning for freedoms,
you girl, kneeling there, pleading for affirmative action,
you wife, sleeping there, crying for release,
where were you?

 

where were you when boudica fought the roman emperors in 60 ad, a woman of peansat birth,
where we you when rosa parks refused to walk to the back of that bus, a common woman,
where were you when kinjekitile mwenda led the men to revolt against british rule in kenyan coast, an illiterate woman,
where were you?

 

when mother teresa went to help the poor, were you washing your baby?
when benazir bbuto ran for office in pakistan, were you cooking tea?
when camila valejo was leading student protests in chile, were you reading for examinations?
when indira gadhi was the first woman prime minister in the whole world, were you painting your nails,
where were you?

 

why do you want to be helped, when joan of arc helped the french to defea the british,
why do you beg for assistance, when golda meir offered assistance to israel,
why do you cry for handouts, when mavia handed land and produce to her people in 400 bc,
why do you plead for gifts, when isabella of spain gifted africa to men twice her size,

when we think of zenobia threatening king cyrus, we wonder, where are you?
when we remember margaret thatcher ruling britain for ten years, we wonder, where are you?
when we watch wu zetian lead china s first female emeror in 614 ad, we ask, where are you?
when we remember the trung sisters leading vietnam, we shudder, where are you?

 
like cleopatra, using her charms and intellect to deliver egypt, let us not ask, stand up,
like tomyris, leading her tribe to victory, let us not fear, he strong,
like nzimga mbadde, queen of the matamba, let your men weat skirts, be brave,
like augn san su kyi of the mongols, do not despair, keep fighting,
like eleanor of acquitane, lead your men and prosper, do not falter,
let them not ask, where were you?

 

wake up and run after angela merkel, she leads europe, she was there,
quit begging to copy oprah winfrey, she stood up, she was there,
end pleading and follow dr. zuma, she leads africa, she was there,
stop crying and applaud lupita nyong’o, she knows everyone has a dream, she was there,
where were you?

 (Ojijo is an ICT lawyer, author of 31 books, performance poet, armature pianist, luo culture expert, business feasibility study and financial projections consultant, public speaker and coach:+256776100059)

Saturday, March 8, 2014

human dogs! (Poem number 62 by Ojijo)

(extracted from Fireplace Stories: Ojijo's Performance Poems. Poem .2012. ISBN.978-9966-123-17-6)

62.      human dogs!


 

i swore as i wore my clothes today,
to tell the best story ever,

 

to this great audience of sorts
but i cannot perform my piece,

 

because i want to invite a friend of mine,
to tell us what happened;

 

please come up and talk to us,
tell us what happened my friend,

 

please tell us what happened,
remind us  of how they approached,

 

we know the  signboard made you to expect a beast,
and it made you to watch out for a human dog,

 

you saw neither of those,
not any of the two did you see?

 

tell us how they approached you,
the two men, smartly dressed,

 

did they make you anxious or fidgety?
did they make you loose guard and feel gay?

 

tell us the story,
say it again and again and again,

 

we want to know how they asked for the direction,
to a place in your direction,

 

did they smile so innocent?
did they behave so gently?

 

tell us of the beautiful stories,
of the small talk,

 

tell us of their hurry to get to their destination,
the hurry that disarmed your guard,

 

retell us again of their gay laughter,
as you shared how your day was,

 

oh how natural they were,
tell us how normal, how natural they looked,

 

tell us of their flattery and generous comments,
the looks and lusts, the sighs and clicks

 

tell us of your “oh really, thank you so much”
tell us of your, “oh, you are full of nice words”

 

tell us of the darkness that brought you together,
unity in the face of the enemy,

 

tell us of the immediate change in tone,
say it again, the husky voices,

 

tell us of the rough hands tearing your clothes,
of the cold hands on your warm body,

 

tell us of the fright and fear you felt,
as they pushed you tot eh corridors,

 

tell us of your distress, your misery
what betrayal you felt, oh how you groaned,

 

tell us of the threats as you repulsed their attempts,
tell us of the nausea as they pressed against your person,

 

tell us of their repeated slaps
say again how violently they shook your limp body,

 

tell us my daughter,
tell us how they forcefully penetrated your youth, your pride,

 

tel us how you lost your self-esteem
your poise and your pride

 

say it again and again without shame,
how they penetrated you with vigor


tell us how they sweated and grunted like pigs,
how they were at it again and again and again,

 

tell us of their foul smell on your mouth
say how they suffocated your dignity,

 

tell us how you broke to run but your feet could not move,
how they caught up with you,
kicked you to the ground,
pinned you to the ground,
and had turns at you, shifting and changing,


tell us how you tried to cry,
but all your strength was drained,


tell us of the abuses they threw at you,
the insults they poured on you


tell us if the saliva spat on you, as you lay helpless,
tell us of the final kick that made you lifeless,

 

then tell us of the long wait by the wayside,
of the passersby glancing with suspicion,


tell us of the biting cold and dusty ground,
tell us of the mosquitoes and the hard ground,
 

now tell us of the policemen, who found you,
tell us of how they came strolling,


tell us of their mischievous glances,
their embarrassing questions,


tell us of your tears at their lack of understanding
tell us of your hurting at their lack of feelings


then tell me of the slow and endless ride to the hospital,
as they told you to thank your god and stars,
that you did not die


tell us of how you struggled to block their careless talk,
how you struggled to block the pain in the inside of you,


tell us of your friends and relatives,
tell us how they were choked and shocked


tell us of their dismay and unbelief
their ridicule and gossips


that cut deeper into the wound not yet healed,
their talk that was like salt into the injury


tell us of how you felt like committing suicide,
how you planned and schemed,


tell us how difficult it was for you,
tell us how difficult it has been for you


then tell us of the happiness that you have today,
that we have come to condemn this disgraceful act
 
 

 (Ojijo is an ICT lawyer, author of 31 books, performance poet, armature pianist, luo culture expert, business feasibility study and financial projections consultant, public speaker and coach:+256776100059: ojijo@allpublicspakers.com)

Sunday, March 2, 2014

my women have ganged against me! poem by Ojijo Ogillo

(extracted from Fireplace Stories: Ojijo's Performance Poems. Poem .2012. ISBN.978-9966-123-17-6)

1.     my women have ganged against me!

 
(this poem, when in plural, e.g. ‘our women’, can be performed as a choral verse piece)
 
my women,
these females I once seduced,
they have ganged against me,
one says the yam was immature, and so, there is no food,
another says there was too much salt, and so, I will not eat,
a third says the child kicked the bowl, and so, I will starve,
and the first one says the firewood was wet with too much smoke, and so, I sleep hungry tonite,
my women, they have ganged against me,
 
my women have ganged against me,
these damsels I paid dowry for,
they are standing on the door, I cannot enter,
they are standing by the table, I cannot eat,
they are standing all over me, I cannot think,
they are standing by the bed, I cannot sleep,
my women, they have ganged against me
 
my women have ganged against me,
these people are scheming against me,
they see me and group together,
they look at me and shake their heads, sorrowfully,
they point at my house and nod their heads, pitifully,
they stare at me and roll their eyes, twitching their lips,
my women have ganged up against me,
 
my women have ganged against me,
these girls I brought into my home,
they laugh to make me cry,
they they speak to shut me up,
they cook to starve me,
they sleep to keep me awake,
my women have ganged against me,
 
my women have ganged against me,
these people are nolonger my friends,
when my competitors scheme against me,
they serve them chamomile tea,
when my enemies ridicule me,
they tell the jokes,
when my detractors backstab me,
they hand them the knives,
and when I win,
they sympathise with the losers,
my women have ganged against me,
 
my women have ganged against me,
these people I know not anymore,
they stand arms akimbo, in the waist, radicalized,
they put their legs apart, astride, ready for war,
they lift their chins, raised, defiant,
they bite their lower lips, hard, intimidating me,
they stare at my eyes, not blinking, scaring me,
my women, they have ganged against me.
 
 (Ojijo is an ICT lawyer, author of 31 books, performance poet, armature pianist, luo culture expert, business feasibility study and financial projections consultant, public speaker and coach:+256776100059)

Sunday, February 16, 2014

the mountainside. poem by Ojijo Ogillo

(extracted from Fireplace Stories: Ojijo's Performance Poems. Poem .2012. ISBN.978-9966-123-17-6)
 

the mountainside

 
i am on my way to the mountainside,
that side of the mountain with green, lush green grass,
and shadowly trees, with canopy, wide and widening,
 
i am on my way to the mountainside,
that side of the mountain with  sunlight,
bright sun, burning worries and warming cold hearts,
 
i am on my way to the mountainside,
that side of the mountain with breeze,
freshbreeze reinvigorating, tantalizing, and refreshing,
 
i am on my way to the mountainside,
that side of the mountain with birds,
chirping and singing, crowing and whistling,
 
i am on my way to the mountain side,
that side of the moutanin with women, sexy,
with full lips, full hips, and full tits,
 
i am on my way to the mountain side,
that side of the mountain with men,
handsome men, with strong hands, big biceps, and large chests