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For Nigeria

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This one is for every dad and mom whose struggles for their kids’ success are being rewarded with Western Union stipends because the children are scattered in the diaspora…
For every young man and woman who has spent years running from pillar to post, clutching tattered CVs and shredded hopes…
For every patriarch who perished prematurely on pension lines, paying the full penalty for optimism…
For every child whose questions meet vacant stares in the eyes of those of us who should give an answer and a legacy…
I know it looks like our corporate destiny has been distilled by drunken despots…
It appears like our collective fortune has been long franchised by fraudsters to foreigners…
Yet here’s what He says, the One who rules and reigns?over the affairs of all the nations of the earth!
I hold dear every bead of fluid fear
I measure the weight of each dear silver tear
You gaze at dark clouds through a glazed peer
Into a rare morrow you are threatened to stare
Yet I see a rainbow in the same eye
That trouble has vested with a stye
You squint intimidated by reflection
I spy with the integrity of refraction
I touch the desolation in your heart
I watched your great plans ripped apart
You struggle to reconcile with the promising start
Only to learn that fine memory too is?an austere art
Yet I see ‘the good old days’ as only brief moments ago
Persuaded it has been eons since they faded so
You are mortified by introspection
Then mystified by my best intention
I count your many frenzied tracks in disheveled sand
I mount as you stagger to realize an independent stand?
Yet within the loins of black tribes of tired wanderers
I see wrapped a warrior nation of truly tried sojourners
Giant of Africa, continent of the Nile, darkened only by hectares of your unmined wealth; wallow not in regret!
Soul of Nigeria —-my magnificent masterpiece—-awake in hope put on your strength be not beset!
Listen to the rhetoric of the this fresh rendition—-
Lyrics of exultant conclusion of our expedition

Jumi

Featured Poem:

Imole

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The things concealed belong to the Ancient Of Days
The ones revealed belong to us and to our children forever?
The idle man declares it his sole ambition to catch the lidless eyes of the crab blink
Just to clandestinely squander a lifetime at the river bank
The hypocritical wife of the blind bat, she compounds her husband’s frustration
By buying him a magnificent hat huh..
Like she forgot he flies upside down!?

But this anthem speaks of regency, nobility, matchless royalty?
Even the white fowl is known for its innate sense of inherited superiority
(Too to o ye ki ediye funfun mo’re l’agba ennn yooo)?
The blood crusted finger nails of the village kid?
Betray the unvanquished army of thirsty head lice?
Promenading beneath his profusely pomaded kinks?
(Ah bi’na o ba tan l’ori, eje ko Ie tan l’eekana!)
Why ceremoniously caress crisis that calls for the cross??
Why vials of virgin oil for hemorrhage needing virtue in the virgin’s Seed?
And when in that anemic state we respond to Kabiyesi’s call
To partake of martyrdom’s sacrificial potion, Eje Erujeje
The veins of wild beasts, bulls, goats, heifers go into sudden spasm?
For we are imputed with His Son’s righteousness?
Yet the great Emi Mimo must help us walk to the finish righteously?
The Rooster – crimson comb, weighty wattle -that once strode in the front yard
Is led down the aisle of boiling water, murdered to wed pounded yam for dinner
Roast regret, stewed skeptic, vexed with vegetables in a cursed calabash?
Who dares tell his descendants water has no foe??

You see, esu doesn’t mind all the wandering about in a religious daze
So long as the corruption deep within remains shielded from the true light of day
Hell, my friend has no palaver with the man who may be kept enthralled by the dance of his own silhouette
For the one who has practiced the art of madness long enough
Bores bystanders when he finally succumbs to the lure of a street parade
Spells of sanity remind him that the Musungu, the Oyibo man warned him not to cry, “Wolf!”
Ah, but here’s Isaiah’s own command,
“Arise, he says, “shine for your illumination is here!”?
For glory is risen upon the crippled old gazelle
Once content to roam in the company of sycophantic vultures
Healing, regaining swiftness, she is poised, like Simba to seize her inheritance
Her elevated gaze, dwarfing the lofty Idanre announces that it is as vast as the sea

The cloud of witnesses, the elders whisper that our true identity was formed in a distant past and that we are summoned to imbibe it by emerging from the shadows into invigorating radiance; by arising from the grass to be numbered in the sunbathed canopy of the evergreen Mangrove…
Hearken with unwaxed ears; look with salved eyes—The Revelation!?
Time fades into oblivion, life swallows up death!
Interminable dawn interrupts intermittent night!
The carcass, the corpse of darkness alone remains—- (oku okunkun lo kuku ku!)?
With enlightened zeal, come strum your harp! Dominate the planet!
Fill it with mantra, ancient and modern, all composed in the presence of the Morning Stars
It is the culmination of all things, the hushing, the hushing of creation’s wail,?The manifestation of the King’s sons.
Eyin ara,?There is a place where the hot and cold springs of Ikogosi embrace?
It reminds me of the warmth of the secretplace where we may dwell with Atobiju
Under the shadow of Eledumare , Arinu r’ode, Olumoran okan?
Come, come ascend with a clean heart…
Enter, enter in with holy hands…come, come

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Biography

Jumi who holds qualifications in Dental Surgery and Medical Informatics is the Creative Enthusiast behind IMOLE, Jumi’s Spoken Cabaret is an innovative compilation of ten inspirational tracks of ironic weaves of recitals, songs, poetry, word games, wit, metaphors and subtleties set to varying genres of music.

Jumi sees poetry as a fascinating tool that gives expression to a passionate and unorthodox voice. She clearly feels very much a part of her audience and believes that in listening incisively they will find twists, turns and whimsies of our collective destiny food for inspired thought.

A “proudly Nigerian” poet, vocalist and lyricist with a tender tough stripe of cultural louche and spiritual commentary, Jumi’s artistic style is bold and imaginative with a conversational voice that sounds almost reticent.

In Jumi’s Spoken Cabaret, she maximizes this compelling and inimitable style to ride hot currents for the pain and pleasure of swooping around spiritual, pure, social, maternal and fragile subjects. Whilst doing this, she clings to images of reality that are firmly embedded in what she perceives to be the public’s consciousness, acknowledging issues people feel they are familiar with or can relate to, offering a speculative but entirely plausible view.

Exposure to Yoruba griot sounds, classical forms of music plus a need for and hunger to express truth’s tale becomes tension released in distinct ways in each of the ten tracks on the CD. From deep sentiments to an indigenous groove set to a lush vocal background to epics of gratitude carrying a sensual earthiness, the entire production is a consolidation of international and traditional styles fused into a deeply personal approach.

Jumi is happily married to her friend Kola and has three daugthers.

Jumi

Biography

Jumi who holds qualifications in Dental Surgery and Medical Informatics is the Creative Enthusiast behind IMOLE, Jumi’s Spoken Cabaret is an innovative compilation of ten inspirational tracks of ironic weaves of recitals, songs, poetry, word games, wit, metaphors and subtleties set to varying genres of music.

Jumi sees poetry as a fascinating tool that gives expression to a passionate and unorthodox voice. She clearly feels very much a part of her audience and believes that in listening incisively they will find twists, turns and whimsies of our collective destiny food for inspired thought.

A “proudly Nigerian” poet, vocalist and lyricist with a tender tough stripe of cultural louche and spiritual commentary, Jumi’s artistic style is bold and imaginative with a conversational voice that sounds almost reticent.

In Jumi’s Spoken Cabaret, she maximizes this compelling and inimitable style to ride hot currents for the pain and pleasure of swooping around spiritual, pure, social, maternal and fragile subjects. Whilst doing this, she clings to images of reality that are firmly embedded in what she perceives to be the public’s consciousness, acknowledging issues people feel they are familiar with or can relate to, offering a speculative but entirely plausible view.

Exposure to Yoruba griot sounds, classical forms of music plus a need for and hunger to express truth’s tale becomes tension released in distinct ways in each of the ten tracks on the CD. From deep sentiments to an indigenous groove set to a lush vocal background to epics of gratitude carrying a sensual earthiness, the entire production is a consolidation of international and traditional styles fused into a deeply personal approach.

Jumi is happily married to her friend Kola and has three daugthers.

For Nigeria

Enlarge poem

This one is for every dad and mom whose struggles for their kids’ success are being rewarded with Western Union stipends because the children are scattered in the diaspora…
For every young man and woman who has spent years running from pillar to post, clutching tattered CVs and shredded hopes…
For every patriarch who perished prematurely on pension lines, paying the full penalty for optimism…
For every child whose questions meet vacant stares in the eyes of those of us who should give an answer and a legacy…
I know it looks like our corporate destiny has been distilled by drunken despots…
It appears like our collective fortune has been long franchised by fraudsters to foreigners…
Yet here’s what He says, the One who rules and reigns?over the affairs of all the nations of the earth!
I hold dear every bead of fluid fear
I measure the weight of each dear silver tear
You gaze at dark clouds through a glazed peer
Into a rare morrow you are threatened to stare
Yet I see a rainbow in the same eye
That trouble has vested with a stye
You squint intimidated by reflection
I spy with the integrity of refraction
I touch the desolation in your heart
I watched your great plans ripped apart
You struggle to reconcile with the promising start
Only to learn that fine memory too is?an austere art
Yet I see ‘the good old days’ as only brief moments ago
Persuaded it has been eons since they faded so
You are mortified by introspection
Then mystified by my best intention
I count your many frenzied tracks in disheveled sand
I mount as you stagger to realize an independent stand?
Yet within the loins of black tribes of tired wanderers
I see wrapped a warrior nation of truly tried sojourners
Giant of Africa, continent of the Nile, darkened only by hectares of your unmined wealth; wallow not in regret!
Soul of Nigeria —-my magnificent masterpiece—-awake in hope put on your strength be not beset!
Listen to the rhetoric of the this fresh rendition—-
Lyrics of exultant conclusion of our expedition

Featured Poem:

Imole

Enlarge poem

The things concealed belong to the Ancient Of Days
The ones revealed belong to us and to our children forever?
The idle man declares it his sole ambition to catch the lidless eyes of the crab blink
Just to clandestinely squander a lifetime at the river bank
The hypocritical wife of the blind bat, she compounds her husband’s frustration
By buying him a magnificent hat huh..
Like she forgot he flies upside down!?

But this anthem speaks of regency, nobility, matchless royalty?
Even the white fowl is known for its innate sense of inherited superiority
(Too to o ye ki ediye funfun mo’re l’agba ennn yooo)?
The blood crusted finger nails of the village kid?
Betray the unvanquished army of thirsty head lice?
Promenading beneath his profusely pomaded kinks?
(Ah bi’na o ba tan l’ori, eje ko Ie tan l’eekana!)
Why ceremoniously caress crisis that calls for the cross??
Why vials of virgin oil for hemorrhage needing virtue in the virgin’s Seed?
And when in that anemic state we respond to Kabiyesi’s call
To partake of martyrdom’s sacrificial potion, Eje Erujeje
The veins of wild beasts, bulls, goats, heifers go into sudden spasm?
For we are imputed with His Son’s righteousness?
Yet the great Emi Mimo must help us walk to the finish righteously?
The Rooster – crimson comb, weighty wattle -that once strode in the front yard
Is led down the aisle of boiling water, murdered to wed pounded yam for dinner
Roast regret, stewed skeptic, vexed with vegetables in a cursed calabash?
Who dares tell his descendants water has no foe??

You see, esu doesn’t mind all the wandering about in a religious daze
So long as the corruption deep within remains shielded from the true light of day
Hell, my friend has no palaver with the man who may be kept enthralled by the dance of his own silhouette
For the one who has practiced the art of madness long enough
Bores bystanders when he finally succumbs to the lure of a street parade
Spells of sanity remind him that the Musungu, the Oyibo man warned him not to cry, “Wolf!”
Ah, but here’s Isaiah’s own command,
“Arise, he says, “shine for your illumination is here!”?
For glory is risen upon the crippled old gazelle
Once content to roam in the company of sycophantic vultures
Healing, regaining swiftness, she is poised, like Simba to seize her inheritance
Her elevated gaze, dwarfing the lofty Idanre announces that it is as vast as the sea

The cloud of witnesses, the elders whisper that our true identity was formed in a distant past and that we are summoned to imbibe it by emerging from the shadows into invigorating radiance; by arising from the grass to be numbered in the sunbathed canopy of the evergreen Mangrove…
Hearken with unwaxed ears; look with salved eyes—The Revelation!?
Time fades into oblivion, life swallows up death!
Interminable dawn interrupts intermittent night!
The carcass, the corpse of darkness alone remains—- (oku okunkun lo kuku ku!)?
With enlightened zeal, come strum your harp! Dominate the planet!
Fill it with mantra, ancient and modern, all composed in the presence of the Morning Stars
It is the culmination of all things, the hushing, the hushing of creation’s wail,?The manifestation of the King’s sons.
Eyin ara,?There is a place where the hot and cold springs of Ikogosi embrace?
It reminds me of the warmth of the secretplace where we may dwell with Atobiju
Under the shadow of Eledumare , Arinu r’ode, Olumoran okan?
Come, come ascend with a clean heart…
Enter, enter in with holy hands…come, come

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (2)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

For Nigeria

Enlarge poem

This one is for every dad and mom whose struggles for their kids’ success are being rewarded with Western Union stipends because the children are scattered in the diaspora…
For every young man and woman who has spent years running from pillar to post, clutching tattered CVs and shredded hopes…
For every patriarch who perished prematurely on pension lines, paying the full penalty for optimism…
For every child whose questions meet vacant stares in the eyes of those of us who should give an answer and a legacy…
I know it looks like our corporate destiny has been distilled by drunken despots…
It appears like our collective fortune has been long franchised by fraudsters to foreigners…
Yet here’s what He says, the One who rules and reigns?over the affairs of all the nations of the earth!
I hold dear every bead of fluid fear
I measure the weight of each dear silver tear
You gaze at dark clouds through a glazed peer
Into a rare morrow you are threatened to stare
Yet I see a rainbow in the same eye
That trouble has vested with a stye
You squint intimidated by reflection
I spy with the integrity of refraction
I touch the desolation in your heart
I watched your great plans ripped apart
You struggle to reconcile with the promising start
Only to learn that fine memory too is?an austere art
Yet I see ‘the good old days’ as only brief moments ago
Persuaded it has been eons since they faded so
You are mortified by introspection
Then mystified by my best intention
I count your many frenzied tracks in disheveled sand
I mount as you stagger to realize an independent stand?
Yet within the loins of black tribes of tired wanderers
I see wrapped a warrior nation of truly tried sojourners
Giant of Africa, continent of the Nile, darkened only by hectares of your unmined wealth; wallow not in regret!
Soul of Nigeria —-my magnificent masterpiece—-awake in hope put on your strength be not beset!
Listen to the rhetoric of the this fresh rendition—-
Lyrics of exultant conclusion of our expedition

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