The Rape Of Ajilete
Ogbomosho Ajilete ,the ‘odium’ of Yorubaland, my humble
Abode ,
Still snapped and slouched in a swamp of unmerited and
unsound smoking gun,
Haply that osmosis and nomenclature with the sloven sludge
of paroxysm,grandiose
sticks,
From the besieged conceit of Yoruboid enclave,north and
South annexed
for itself,
As the lord protector of Yorubaland , borne its feathers ,with
keen appetite,
As garrison of rudderless wings,which in stout stratifies
lay, straining
At the leash,
Stonecold,to sword dance straight-fight,with girth,hung as
they
Swoon upon its swivel.
the famous tortoise in king's palace in Ogbomosho
Haply that swoon,shylocked upon its poltrooned realm of
infantrymen,
That bordered its plateau,
Rose in derision,crouched upon its rudderless feathers ,pale
and frosty,
Did they plough,
With keen appetite and salivating mensrea,when vendetta
uncouthly
Did not fray to gallivant,
Gorged with miseriest morsel of the earth ,to waggle
trench-warfare,
Clear and crystal,verdured by vermins,of the invidious
invaders,
From the north country,
Which in that sky of
vociferous Samurai and wasteland of
braggart
-wastrels ,
Where scraggly stars as glorious as Ibadan’s heavenly
dew of warlike
Stormy cloud.
With pure crimson pale , Salaam genuflects triumphant battlement ,
For goonish obloquy,
And so,tomfooleries,hung in saturnalia,of its sloven
realm,fled
With invidious invaders,
O ,behold,Ajilete ‘s Samurai,lord protector of the
realm,blazes
like a colosus,
Oh,amidst a medley of harrowing distress,what guerdon have
they
been inured,
If triumphant as the old sleigh bells elud’d them as soon as
froth
debilitated as
vanquished,
As is the apogee and glorious morning melt away,as geld as
the
Mortification of her
resistant rudders,
A voluminous brickwall avalanche,to the ireful
supplanted,danced
Its samba.
Oh to the poltrooned realm ,this gangrene,sore deeply
,frangible
Grenade,from its rampaging sport,
That gallantry ,so gracious itself,doth gradient of its
sinew,rollicks
Its gladiators,
Perchance,the rapine of the North Country,a rancorous
ebulliency
Untainted,
Mangled its maniac depressive realm,Ajilete’s rampaging
Sport,as
Stiff as ramrod,
For the treacly of their sullen feet,rudderless wings,oft tarnished
be;
Perchance ,that derision of Ajilete’s swashbuckling,sweet
above
compare ,
Clogs the wheel of the realm,pouncing above troubled waters
and its plangent earth.
Disdainfully ,it did sting,as picadors of vainglorious
physical jerks,
Haunting and picketing the picaresques of the
realm,frequent’d
Yoruboid plateau,
Robed with mean spirited gaunt,meaner and meanest,as they
Prettily vaunt,
With swift intent and bickering coy , soiled with blutcheon
And gone awry,
But some hobbling thoughts,did incite its peck of
trouble,wonked
By pederasts of brotherly mores,
Lampooning pedagogues of the realm,wobbling feet dazed by ignoble
Arms,
Keeping one ‘s pecker up,marooned in their pecker of pecking order.
Her blustering fort,all too timeless a revolutionary,if none
of those ,gins
them to peek.
Her indefatigable Samurai,numero uno,her objective
ridicule,of the
Realm’s nonchalance,
Swahbuckling but they with, scorned obsession,cajoled rancor
,to
Fondle,
Sweet Ajilete,a raccoon of the birds of the golden morn with
sweet
roses beyond compare
,
From candid morn to candid dusk,prettily and prettily
entreats its charm,
And lay fledglings in jolt,
Her grating grill burns with bashful shame, and grailed
them,with scornful
Rhetorics,
To flay rather than flaunt the flatulence of their indigo
dye of sentiment,
And thy heroics canst they not vouch,nor thy
ethnology,deemed as fugitive,
A quirky species of Yoruboid heirloom.
When heroism, swears and nests a home in her soil-that she
like her queen
consort,
As frontiersmen, a pastime becomes,o history cannot disprove
her soothing
Bosom,
And age by age , manicured by age upon age ,age above,and
age beneath age,
Spent in the defense of the realm,that they in reprisal
,swore to tarnish the
Rocketing of golden forays,
With which ,it should be re- written ,with the golden pen
,nursed on the golden
Sands of time,
Therefore,I lie not with dissent,but with plain
gospel,drizzling
From the oats of its adorable bard,
So,gracois an history and historicism,lay kimbo,its kith and
kin
Of knight marshalls and knight errants.
Since that foible,our defence of the realm,and skirted in
the hallowed
chambers of love,
Thus was intensely smooched ,hector-agregate of the picadors
and street
Vermins,
My better angel, is justice,a man of the gospel,shall preach
the gospel,
Heavensward,
Tis heavenly heartfelt,returns ,the gospel of the
hooligans,coaxes not perfidy
To coagulate,
This vapour ,this breath of a vapour,vouched to dissuade and
dislodge ,
That this unfair roses ,supplanted upon fair sun,might on
this fussy
earth ,unfolds,
So,with this vouch and vow,maketh I condescend,broke byhungry
Passion.
What graffiti is not hewn so much out of gospel,not
gelding verity
On its pikestaff,
To break salaam in
the realm,to win a hell,in place of a paradise,
A molass that cheaply sticks,
Sweet Ajilete,a sedentary cosmopolitan of the first class
extraction,
So gracious as heroism and sanctimony,from
whosecringing gourd
and garrison,
Infantrymen of the realm,gourmands and hibernates in winters,from
Oyo-ile,South of River Niger,
Lovely,amiable,amicable,pious and warlike but brazenly diabolical ,
Did flock,the virgin pleateau,with their tireless hunting
expedition.
Such hunting,flexing and flocking under the Ajagbon tree,as
petty as
Glorious as it could
look,
Like a comic relief,wimbled on a plateau of the
unearthly,weetless
To welter,
Eerily speaks of astute stratagem , for reconnoitering and
reconnaissance ,
Ogunlola, inoffensive but a belligerent hunter, apprised
them folktales ,
Merriment,
Being accommodative,under Ajagbon tree,and they in
return,showers
Him,
With mega-tons of chastity,immense love and favours,to win
him
genealogy of
monarchy,
His hood corronated on a plumpy virgin soil,and the earth
rejoices and
the realm salvaged.
In the hallowed unripe age of the kingship evolutionary and
chivalry,
Boldness,bade not refrain,touches him profoundly and
still,unbesieged
By his intransigency,
Did allure him freedom,from his self inflicted incarceration by the Alaafin,
O what a chastity of Oyo-ile, rampaging from North country
,where rapine
Raped this realm,
From the banditry of Elemosho,the precarious warlord,or his heroism ,
That was a stint in
afterwards of a sworn oath,to the monarchy ,to kick
Elemosho’s daisy,
And gauntlet ,he did receive to stampede with the
gauntlet,upon sworn
Oath,to draw his sublime archery.
Obnoxious as it sounds ,the tender grip but rugged nibbler ,
Banished from manacle and gaol,swore to battlement of the
Maurading fuglemen,
Still avail him away from sarcasm and coy- jest ,that waylaid him
Every step;
And then his gait touches the bait stuck his chin and struck
his archery,
And lo, Elemosho, the treacherous marauder,struck down from the
tree,
His hiding place,and fell flat on his back ,decapitated by
Ogunlola
Himself;
For a rodeo of
rodomontade and merriment in the palace
of the
King, Alaafin.
Hung in this penumbrate penumbra,disgruntled elements ,with
poof
of pointificate ,
wheezing like a grampus as her checkered annals are being in
rendition
dished out,
Clung like a
limpet,disowned inhabitants of virgin soil,as Bariba,an alien
tongue,
This molasses barely spare the monarchy ,whose ranting as
well as
meddling ,
As officious goof christened and dubbed it so-a bariba enclave,to
Its consternation,
If history make sworn ,how shall I swear,differently ,and if
history
make them ,
If history makes them conjecture ,my roots ,how shall I dispute
greedily .
The immanent misconstrued heroism tossed with a
mortifying of the
esoteric shamanism ,
A patrimony of the Ajagbon tree philosophy,that hurled into
sheol,Elemosho’s chicanery,
And to them and the knuckles of the unsuspecting prodigies,
I lay kimbo,begrudged,upon which my numb is castrated and
gashed,
To constantly belabor,institutionalized mischief with this
incendiary piece to a
standstill,
And being frayed from hoodwink , this gospel,dense ,shall
its
Guerdon noteworthy
be;
And derobed from miasma of prejudice ,with which mendacious
chronicles and quirky heroism .
Are laced,with fables and farce in public domain,to depose
with no
Empathy ,Ajilete’s sublime feats,
If heroism, be the calibration ,to know,yonder heights by
history,
shall suffice;
Not adorned with ricocheted tongue of sarcasm and lampooned
ego;
Not embellish the realm,with nescient souls,whose marooned
brood,
A living brook canst not illumined,
Remorseless as a vile act of spieteful venom,to snob
benigned wights,
Banished by mythical traction of antecedence and glorious
herald ,decked
With malice,
That malignant tumor, that still smeared this realm with its
malediction.
Thine feet , thine sullen eyes jolly seeks, not thy state of
dreadful remorse,
In the counterespionage ,how bent are they ,to uproot
mellifluous cymbals
Of Ajilete’s jingoism,
And its indelible symphony ,sung by history and historicity
itself played so much
Free by its acolytes
and aficionados,
Truncheon robed their cheeks and scantily clad ,had such
heroism,weaned
upon motherearth of
this realm ,
And scantily clad , had they
been regurgitated,elsewhere in this enclave of
Animosity cliff balls,
When Toyosi Aburu Maku,all asundry on warfront,with his
protégés, Aresha,
Onpetu and Olugbon,
Were waging tails at Dahomey Wars,he did with grandiose
forays, upturned
heroism,
For more than a triplet of decades and percipient history barely knocked
him off, its glorious pen,
And with subtle perch,his trough ,trudged at sea ,over this
eaon,escalating
intent and
megalomaniac,
Narcissus,so they lay by its warlike Brook,to wage this
sanguinary bloodletting,
That paled into obscurity,omnifarious feats of Yoruboid
pantheon of deities,
Are Latosa,Ogun laka Aye,Moremi,OSUN,Oya,Yemoja, a vast
swathe,hurdled
In this umbrage,
Oh Aburumaku,did he kick his daisy at the warfront like his
ilks of the King’s
armour bearer-Are
Onakakanfos?
His spleen velvety moist hands,elude him this stigma of
ridicule that history
speaks guile of they ,not him.
This velvety rapture aplomb seeks,that barely had he
returned from
battlefields ,did he
then the daisy kicked ,
O Nirvana stood he ,in humble bay ,to berth and the fair sun
looked
more on he than them,
Not harmfisted thee,with inglorious eyes,the infamous eyes
still
refutes tirade,
To abate,oh quoth he , that Prince Tunde Ogbomosho,’’with
him ,
I,my custom,my history ,my people, being so much grossly
prejudiced.
Unfairness is fairness, ,illicit,a licit, but not so greatly,a vast swathe
Blossoming,
To impair sacred fairness,a fickle,and clothe its
fickle,frosty as pale,
When as thine misty eyes,hath chosen the fickle as fairness,and
stalked
thine hood,
With prejudice and resentment,shouldst thou not strike a
balance,with
Greymatter,
When blots of plainance,flighty,transfused and
unequivocal,envelops
Airwaves?
And when thou comest,to narrate,and thy tales to
tell,shouldest thou
not
condescend,consider dissenting voices?
Betwixt them ,looped with unfair lips,kisseth mendacity,with
glee,as
Companion.
With that transit vile of unfair lips ,hath they with
groove,mated together,
Sore deeply manifold tales,pleading ecstasy ,upon scornful
state , its crash
helmet of pleading tongue,
They brimmed ,with falsehood,to undermine this crusade,if
prejudice and
Verity, couple be……………………….contd.
NARCISSUS
TALES OF OGBOMOSHO AJILETE
This is an epic poem of how Ogbomosho was founded and what
contribution,it has made to yorubaland and naija.
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