Themes and Major Issues in The Fate of Vultures & Other Poems by Tanure Ojaide
(toc) #title= (Table of Content) Introduction Tanure Ojaide's collection of poems, The Fate of Vultures & Ot…
(toc) #title= (Table of Content) Introduction Tanure Ojaide's collection of poems, The Fate of Vultures & Ot…
Darkness chained me to my tattered reed mat; The hand of tyranny sprinkled The soot of ignorance in my eyes, and sleep …
I screw my brother’s wife I am the slithering snake in the grass I am the yukky stuff that clogs the veins of the gov…
If it is true that the world talks too much then let’s all keep quiet and hear the eloquence of silence If it is true…
i thought of eden the first time i ate a fig i thought of a whiteman …
black people are born singers black people are born runners black people are peace-loving these myths make of us naïv…
Was I wrong when I thought All shall be avenged? Was I wrong when I thought The rope of iron holding the neck of youn…
O Mzingeli son of the illustrious clans You whose beauty spreads across the Tukela estuary Your memory haunts like tw…
Over the vast summer hills I shall commission the maternal sun To fetch you with her long tilted rays, The slow heave…
Cold the clammy cement sucks our naked feet a rheumy yellow bulb lights a damp grey wall the stubbled grass wet with …
Sleep well, my love, sleep well: the harbour lights glaze over restless docks, police cars cockroach through the tunn…
Nana, what about love? Love?… Love?… Love is not safe. Ama Ata Aidoo, ‘Changes’ But barter we did: it remains still t…
such grief might make mountains stop reverse the waters where they flow Anna Akhmatova, ‘Dedication’ I go, because yo…
Othello: Come, Desdemona. I have but an hour… The quick straddle will do. for now. nakedness itself is not the point;…
The locomotive breaks its run you descend to adjust your gaze your century, looking through your narrow point back in…
Watching the tombs tonight the desert raises its shadow the desert sees the caravan along its own arm: playing this g…
Who lived here when the stones were green verdigris of age when the reptilians marched like men into the night before…
Like others I get drunk in my blood hiccuping and await the souls of my brothers perennially on the song composed by …
Amadu I live alone inside four walls of books some I have read others will grow cobwebs or maybe like some old friend…
Eyes of heavenly essence, O breasts of the purity of breasts Russian sapphire of the blue of eyes O wine that mellows…
Sweating between his fingers, the agricultural man sweating in his thorax the musician sweating in his lungs the mine…
Solitude supporting solitude on two pergolas sunset shaping summer where the jungle closes in man eating roots leanin…
A poet alone in my country I am seeking the verisimilitudes in life the fire of metaphors the venom of verse my count…
was walking through distant ages When I arrived in a continent Which perhaps had not existed Save to a distorted gaze…
You are a man, tonight! You are a man, my son! By your bruised flesh By your spilled blood By your cold glance By you…
In those days When civilization kicked us in the face When holy water slapped our cringing brows The vultures built i…
Africa my Africa Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa of whom my grandmother sings On the banks of …
My brother you flash your teeth in response to every hypocrisy My brother with gold-rimmed glasses You give your mast…
In your presence I rediscovered my name My name that was hidden under the pain of separation I rediscovered the eyes no…
Listen comrades of the struggling centuries To the keen clamour of the Negro from Africa to the Americas They have ki…
The Sun hung by a thread In the depths of the Calabash dyed indigo Boils the great Pot of Day. Fearful of the approac…
I will pronounce your name, Naëtt, I will declaim you, Naëtt! Naëtt, your name is mild like cinnamon, it is the fragr…
New York! At first I was confused by your beauty, by those great golden long-legged girls. So shy at first before you…
What dark tempestuous night has been hiding your face? And what claps of thunder frighten you from the bed When the f…
dream in the intimate semi-darkness of an afternoon. I am visited by the fatigues of the day, The deceased of the yea…
Black mask, red mask, you black and white masks, Rectangular masks through whom the spirit breathes, I greet you in s…
The spring has swept the ice from all my frozen rivers My young sap trembles at the first caresses along the tender b…
This morning at the Luxembourg, this autumn at the Luxembourg, as I lived and relived my youth No loafers, no water, …
It is Sunday. I fear the crowd of my brothers with stony faces. From my tower of glass filled with pain, the nagging …
Grandma Mariana, washerwoman for the whites in the Fazenda One day she came from distant lands with her piece of clot…
Blood falling in drops to the earth men dying in the forest and blood falling, falling… on those cast into the sea… F…
And if you should leave me I would say that the ghost Of Cassandra Has passed through My eyes I would say that the st…
I remember the history well: The soldiers and politicians emerged With briefcases and guns And celebrations on city n…
We are the miracles that God made To taste the bitter fruit of Time. We are precious. And one day our suffering Will …
The incandescence of the wind bothers me in this vineyard. Is there a searing clarity about the noises rising daily f…
Man of my mother’s people, in your hair of cotton wool, I counted strands of wisdom untold. In your eyes luminous, I …