However, in furtherance to what we stand for at Sound Of Sages (SOS), educate; chastise; entertain, our board room carefully selected the top three (spoken word) poems with the most 'relatable' content, objective ideology and of course audience appeal at this year's edition of the above mentioned slam poetry competition for BEST POEM OF THE DAY AWARD (prize details to be announced later)
The below contestants grabbed top three spots, in no particular order -
(1)
Stage Name: 78th Psalmist
Poem Title: Police The Polls
(2)
Stage Name: Oludasa
Poem Title: Omo Mushin Olosha Rise
(3)
Stage Name: CP Kings
Poem Title: Origin Nor Be Zero
Enjoy this poetic ride, reading the lips of these young apostolic poets of modern Nigeria through the words in their masterpieces below.... (NB: This isn't stating that other poems are of lesser quality or value)
(1)
POLICE THE POLLS
by DAVID OSAODION ODIASE "78th Psalmist"
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| 78thPsalmist |
Intro: Greatest gbo-gbo. greatest gba gba. greatest shi-won…
My fellow Nigerians, please
take note, 29 things about 2019 you need a high neck and a
longer throat to monitor your vote, quote "that is the only antidote to
put our bad leaders ship for sail.”
Elections are like erections,
they prick you if you do nothing about it, so the apostle must act now.
Enough of sitting on
standards, we must know if the ABC of
the APC agenda is a boycott, or if the
PDP will not squander our GDP and leave us with high BP , we need to know the
aspirants in our local governments, if our Councilors would not count and sell
us, to give us change, if those local
government chairmen , when they get there will not abandon their chair to sit
on the throne…,
we need to know if our guber candidates will
not use UBER to charter our taxes with yellow taxis, because we need candidates
that are candid, old men shouldn’t be running for presidency while the
residency are running for their lives.
Poets, let our pen sue the
pencils that manipulate the zeros of electoral figures Cos 2019 will be fast
and furious,
Vin
must not win because he has enough diesel,
Every Charlie has to put something,
If Paul is not a worker,
then waka! Waka comot.
as 2019 draws closer, i can predict that broom sellers will make
more money at APC convention, i can predict that ‘say babarians’ will talk in
thousands and many fabulous articles on
Atiku will seek who to deceive.
But we must show them, for
the sake of democracy, “say if dem demo we go craze.” Our PVC is stronger than the libido of 69
missionaries, we can impregnate today to
give birth to our tomorrow,
Don't let a politician promise you pot belly
because you want to get pregnant, don't be fooled!
Our votes are not for
sale, beware of 419, who monetary
enticements only last for one night
Our future is not an American
rapper, eminem( i mean emm) our future cannot be attained by the few
chores, washing both hands like Pilate
from the fate of Jesus, allowing the
pirates and their associates, elevate to
the cabinet to feed off the carbohydrate of our national wealth.
Enough is enough, decide with your thumb before your tomb is
decided for you.
On your mark, get your mind
set and go,
You and i are the only traffic light that can indict those
reckless danfo drivers of our economy,
We are the LASMA that
determines the last man and the first man who wins this electoral race,
Then our ballot
boxes must be more filled up than the offering box of Winners
Chapel in a Sunday service.
A word is enough for the wise.
*
Greatest gbo gbo, gbo gbo,
Long live the Federal
Republic Of Nigeria,
Long life live SOS!.
(2)
Omo Mushin Olosha by OLUDASA OLAWALE
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| OLUDASA |
Omo Mushin Olosha x 4
Follow
me, let me take you to the city of
Guirella
dreams and soul jarring realities.
Follow
me, let me take you to a city where there
Is
enough provisions at Ojuwoye Market but kids
Are
still hawking on the streets just to have something to eat.
Follow
me, let me take you to an Avenue where they padlock
Destinies
on palm trees at palm avenue.
Follow
me, let me take you to a city where everything is do or die.
If
Dagrin was a son of God then that is where Jesus was crucified
Follow
me, let me take you to Akala,
Haa
my brother, oyo lo wa if the offsprings of shina rambo
Notice
that you a stranger.
Follow
me, let me take you to Ojurin
Where
you will find teenagers, teen rangers
Initiated
to become angry birds so they fly colours like power rangers
Follow
me, let me take you to church street
Where
our mothers climb the mountains of fire just to redeem their soul
But
the one they call God their father will later become their husband
Because
they found another woman in the house by the time they got home.
Follow
me, let me take you to Oduduwa Street
Where
you will find retired OPC members
Who
still tell stories of the part they played when abiola was overturned in 93.
Follow
me, let me take you to Idi-oro
Where
the call of duty is gang wars so they count live scores
And
if you are lucky not to be dead you will run away in exile now the place you
use to call your area you are now an out law.
Follow
me, let me show you how our dreams are so far from our realities but we are
still running around
To
make ends meet of course.
And
neither are we going to accept defeat or blame the Gods
For
being raised in a city that takes pride in breaking the laws
I
didn’t come here to be even but to find my way against the odds.
Omo
Mushin Olosha, still I shall rise.
I
know you all
Can
perceive the anti social demeanour in me even when I try to disguise.
I
know you all
Can
see the dust of poverty that has settled in the inner most part of my eyes.
I
know you all
Can
relate to the losses I have gained and the emotions that comes
With
paying the price.
But
I tell you one thing.
Omo
Mushin Olosha, still I shall rise.
I
shall rise, not to act like as if I am better than the boys in the area
But
to show my area boys what education has done for me.
You
see,
I
was raised by uncles who were king of boys on the streets like Reminisce but
wanted
Me
to grow up in a suit and tie living like Naeto C.
So
you agree,
That
everywhere I go I make sure I carry the emblem of the city in my heart
For
everyone to see.
So
as you see me, I know forget cause where I come from only
Few
Adekunle’s realise that their talent is the golden opportunity to leave the
streets.
Omo
Mushin Olosha, still I shall rise.
Still
I am fly as the Eagle on the National Coat of arms.
Flying
above the city when the national anthem is sung.
Our
son is in the sky that is the rhythm of our mothers waist
When
they come to the streets to dance.
I
shall rise,
But
not to fly to fail to see that Mushin is a family tree.
And
if you forget your roots you will be cut off from the Ground.
Omo
Mushin Olosha,
Still
i shall rise.
(3)
THE ORIGIN IS NOT ALWAYS ZERO
By OKPARA OGHENESUVWE "CP Kings"
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| CP KINGS |
Our streets are laboratories,
Where our boys experiment with their lives,
You call them science students,
Kids trying to get high on things that are low,
Our streets don be jungles,
Jungles without trees and branches but with
leaves.
They say now,
Just with leaves,
I mean with weed.
But without trees and branches you can just get
high.
I call it weed-craft.
And this weed craft sounds more like Kung Fu and
shaolin,
But it seems we now find heights under our feet
and depths above our heads.
I'm wondering.
.
But there's been a discovery,
Our boys found the keys to success,
It's on the keyboard they say,
So they keep on pressing to keep impressing,
Leaving impressions that those who do not love
the keyboard,
Do not love hardwork.
Our boys are now pilots,
But they don't fly planes, they fly colours.
They say that's where they find solace.
.
Our girls are so laced with the idea,
That Self esteems now only as high as Facebook
profiles,
So like brick layers “dem dey build Facebook
walls,”
Walls when nor get foundations.
You scroll down and click to see more.
But whose fault if walls without foundations
fall.
I'm wondering.
There are no longer true words,
More like true false.
With right wrongs and wrong rights.
Some of our lefts turned rights and rights turn
wrongs.
But when someone else do the the wrong we keep
records,
Like writing the wrongs will right the wrongs.
You don't purposely make many mistakes, MMM.
And forget karma is the ULTIMATE CYCLER.
They say histories are foundations,
But some of our histories are miseries,
Some of our back stories are bad stories.
And they say if the foundation is bad,
It's already a bad storey.
But don't forget,
I'm not talking about the drink.
But the origin is not always zero.
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