Showing posts with label poems by ojijo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems by ojijo. Show all posts

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)

Friday, March 7, 2014

i belong to another!. Poem by Ojijo Ogillo

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

   i belong to another!



you and your constant company,
you and your endless interest,
always in my vicinity,
never far from my person,
don’t you know i belong to another?

 

 you wink and blink at me,
 talking to me with your evil eyes,
 calling me with your battling eyelids,
 but i belong to another,

 you call me and wave at me,
 attracting my attention,
 drawing my seek,
 but i belong to another,

 

 you wear fashion and class,
 swinging and swaggering,
 working to impress me,
 laboring to make an impression,
 but i am taken,

 

you seek to dumbfound with academia,
you talk oxford and harvard,
chanting theories and ranting philosophies,
reciting shakespeare and narrating aristotle,
but i belong to another,

 

stop nagging and look elsewhere,
my heart is not for you,
nor my future for your schemes,
we can only be friends this way,
and strangers that way,
because i belong to him,

 

do not confuse me with sweet nothing
your deep voice and manly cologne
your quick hands and strong arms,
they touch me but they will not hold me,
they feel me but will not grab me,
because i am his!

 

you turn and twist,
as you lay in your bed,
dreaming in your thoughts,
 imagining in your mind,
but i will never be yours,

 

do not lust in your looks,
or scare with your stare,
your eyes will only see, but never behold,
they will forever look and forever imagine,
because my body is his!

 

i belong to him.
to him i belong,
he has chosen me,
i am his,
he is mine,
i am taken,


 (Ojijo is a lawyer, author, poet, pianist, luo culture expert, business systems consultant, career mentor, 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