A DANCE OF MASKS

the manner...the pattern....the will...the reason
so let me dance on this lonely road

at the crossroads, my heart lay....a sacrifice to Venus
which she disdained....and now i put a new mask on
and dance the Vestal Virgin dance in hopes to sway
and not delay....heaven's compassion on this fragile heart

m alien i say....u r immortal, i lay
the words n rhythms of my heart
to drummers from the realm of dreams
to start a fusion, a twinin beat undulating
to join two beings from different worlds

doubt not the heat of my passion
tho gentle i am in assertion
if love's a bitch, i'll make her mine
and together with u we'll own her deeds
softly......softly.....tread softly on the paths of my love
a secret gateway just for you

it's shamans' day...n u my religion
i see u dance.....in clouds above
so i put on a mask n dance this day
wait patiently till u descend
to ease my brow n soothe my soul
i'll wait tho the moon turns red n night ascends
my heart is masked in gleeful sorrow
and joyous pain doth wreathe my bed

but i'll wait.....dancin....a masked being
needin ur touch to set me free
a dance of masks......on separate realms
as u always....in my heart.....dwell 

-Niran

History (BLISS Version)

was full of exuberance n plans for everyday
introductions made, got that outta the way
we four in the same level? Awesome! Say yay!

First it was mutual, walking together consensual
became like a ritual, grew more than spiritual
bonds of friendship like ties with family
every nite 4rm d school cafe conversing happily

mirth n lafta at d auditorium like we high
people staring at us while walking by
we just a clan of guys n we said we'll try
2 bring shawties in, ah! 4 those days i sigh

ok m just tryna rhyme words ere
buh this is our story for all who care
a toast to the bliss crew, hear! Hear!
Afta this m gonna b shiftng gear 

-Niran

Teary Belly

Here comes Ajani
Orchestrating the forest medleys
As he consumes the dusty road
In order to wage a war of iron and sweat against the Earth
The evening soon greeted him with a pale voice
Whilst his intestines murmured like the Victoria Falls
He sits, then stands, then sits again
Wearily besides the king of all woods  Several seconds soon overtook minutes
As hour panted to its finish line
He then rose to shoulder his metallic warlords
And bid his cocoa farm goodbye
But while he slowly hurried home thinking about Asake
His stomach only grumbled about its reunion!!

With the rumbling music akin to discordant Goje sounds
Minstrel-like, Ali's insides grumble to the tune of hunger
The hours spent at the tanning pits
Have shorn the hide of a calm face
Revealing the texture of pain within
As the air with "dawa-dawa" scent thickens
"Walahi!" Ali cries as he gathers the folds of his "Jalabia"
""For a bowl of "Fura", I would give my right hand
And for a bowl of "shinkafa" I would give my left""
Thoughts of "Masa" and "Danwake" consume his mind
But this joie de vivre is soon cut short
As the phantom deliciousness of "Awara" jerks him to reality
Kai! That hunger's "Kakaki" should torture a man so.
Yah Allah!! May we never go hungry!! 

Olumide and Niran

UNTITLED

Walking through the trees, i see you
As you beckon to me with that smile
Your smile draws me in
and that mischievous twinkle in your eyes
strong forces i can not withstand
so i come running
like a hart to a brook
to refresh my soul in you
but things changed swiftly
and a leisurely graze through a meadow swiftly became a stag hunt

with surgical precision you took that tool
meant to turn the tides of fate and call forth life
You took your scalpel....i rested secure...and you
You plunged it into my heart
You sliced my flesh and carved my tissue
screwed with the dials of my heart and it stopped ticking
You bled me, did we have bad blood?
between us.....i thought we had a connection!

the way you knew what i was thinking..
telepathy? or just 1 mind in 2 bodies??
evidence points now that it was just a farce
and i end the play; my swan song
I am left to wallow in the shadows
Oh, you are cold sister! an ice sculpture
melting to fit....then you harden to deal,
mete out your ice cold passionate hate
twisting and strangling....your mermaid tail
shifting as the seasons....what you became

You bled me out.....and I am not breathing
just a zombie...I am a time-bomb ticking
no feelings....no strength....and I am still reeling
dizzy by your sudden changes....the Valkyrie killing
straight from the fields of blood....my blood

and now the light dawns.....after the flood
the avalanche of emotional tides that left me numb
the scales are peeling....I am phasing; my skin sheds
You are cold sister.....and i will be slimy to your touch
cold-hearted...I will slither and strike swiftly
metamorphosis of stealthy spitting
blinding fresh maidens and leave them screaming

You have touched me.....I am your creation; Frankenstein
You took my humanity and now I am free
Free to wreak havoc and vengeance
no love and no repentance
From forests to deserts, my climate as changed
Its a new world order and I am the Heartbreak King 

-Niran 
https://www.facebook.com/niranneil?fref=ts

ODE TO PALMWINE

How can I start this?
When all I think of is the sheer bliss
That sweet, warm envelope and I see things
It’s Friday, here we are chilling and drinking

Through ages all, you have renown
Your frothy texture, ambrosial measure
Even the gods of Olympus do treasure
Thou wondrous gift of God to pleasure

And tension? Thou releaseth all of it
Till the time comes to pay the bill
At Iya Dupe's drinking place
rechristened fondly, Kalanga Club

O sweet palmwine, nectar soothing our taste buds
When thou groweth and addeth days
Thou saunters straight into our brains
A strong sour fluid filling our bodies’ conduit and mains

Crackling through our systems inspiring wondrous laughter
When suddenly, the earth swims and turns before our eyes
And dearest friends doth sprout more heads
We drink some more to conclude the matter

Opening up our minds to revelations
where stars dance and lines squiggle
Push legs forward, stagger mode
activated by the tipsy code

That's why we worship you
Sweet palmwine filling us through
After life's troubles, you are our boo
Your taste on our lips like heaven too!

Juice of the palm, offspring of life
versatile heritage, indulgence is gutter-beds
Fermented, variant strength straight to the head
Sweet palmwine, verily, verily, you are the juice of life!! 

-Niran
https://www.facebook.com/niranneil?fref=ts

Once upon a time...

There was a time when woodsprites danced and gods made merry
There was a time when rivers whispered of tales aplenty
There was a time when forests laughed..a canopy of festivals
And animals held court on the antics of men

There was a time when Nature danced solely to see you smile
There was a time when the Sun came to borrow some light from you
Shall i remember the times when all Creation paused to see u walk by?
Gasping in wonder....at the soft musical treads of your feet

There was a time when u were my gravity
And my world revolved solely around you
And those great times...when we counted stars together; you in my arms
The times we fought and made up with little kisses
The times we teased each other mercilessly, laughed tirelessly

There was a time when it all ended...

The air is still, my heart is frozen
I can't feel or think...i work by impulse..
In this time....u are not with me

You are gone....like a piece of silk on the East Wind
That fatal day..ur breathe ceased and i became a zombie
It still tears me up....when i look at our pictures
Your smile...only a memory....that ushers beginnings of a dull ache

There was a time......but now its gone

But for all time....i will always love you...
Never forget you....wherever you are
And always.....though they say i cling to the past...
In my mind....we will always be in that time 

-Niran 
https://www.facebook.com/niranneil?fref=ts

LICENSE TO EXPIRE 23/09/2014

                                       

Mishmashed convention of personal abhorence in societal depression
Activated by wishful fantasies and annoying realities
Product of a war between Morals, a contest for the ages
I am my own agent, needing a license to retire

Goading and prodding, life's journey a-plodding
No support, it's a rat race and no one's applauding
And it's appalling, dog pounds and hierarchy
Organized anarchy licensed to fire

Dreams aborted, Labour a long process
And some deliveries, frozen in place
Its an emotional stillbirth
Newborn to be swallowed up, death of progress and revenge of Prejudices
It's historical, antecedents for a license to expire

Mass slaughter of every emotion, name that a -cide.
Cold hearts beget cold acts beget cold hands
And if its fleeting, why chase after for meaning?
I am a warrior for my Fate, asking for license to Expire. 

-Niran 
https://www.facebook.com/niranneil?fref=ts

Oluwasina Niran's Week (22/09/2014)

Oluwasina Niran is a writer, playwright, rapper, lyricist, veteran online textee, a poet and a blogger, owner of Olaniran's Imagination (olaniranoluwasina.blogspot.com).

This week, on Temitope Oke's Blog is appreciation's week and the blog is celebrating one of the blog's regular contributor who started with the blog from day 1 and still contributing to the blog. Oluwasina Niran has blessed the blog with his World Famous CORPER DIARIES. Corper Diaries happens to be the first story to premier on Temitope Oke's Blog and the his first contribution to the blog.

Following the success of Corper Diaries Episode 1-4 on the blog with close to 1,000 readers, the book is currently undergoing printing in a publishing house and will soon be out the shelves nationwide.

Moreso, Niran has poems running on the blog and a collabo poem with fellow veteran and partner in poetry who also is a regular contributor to the blog.

Check out our contributor's photo...

A Base-Ball Player?...

It Takes A Corper To Write World Famous Corper Diaries

Looking Simple... But He Is An Extraordinary Human Being, Bundle of Talent, Creative With Pen.

Oga Boss Niran, always staying LOYAL!!!

This Week, Niran's New Poems Will Premier Daily For A Week, Watch Out For Interesting Poems.

He Premiered New Poem Few Minutes Ago, Check It Out
http://temitopeoke.blogspot.com/2014/09/2-perspectives-love-life.html

2 Perspectives: Love & Life

I write with a skewed point of view
my glasses tilted, my eyesight Blue
Tinted with the contacts of stormy seas
Rocking souvenirs of sunk relationSHIPS
stung on all sides, i withdraw into my shell
I want sweetness but to endure bees?
Maybe my version of Cupid's entrapped in apiaries
So the days wound by as i count in hours
Hermit, silent....solitary, votary to my own existence

A blaze, shining colours, an oasis in my desert
That's you, espied on me to lay my defenses bare
Bringin with u, the excitement you have, to bear
Share, You care & unlike King Lear, my 3 united to me
Body, soul & spirit in the joy of being
Your unique spin, u put on all i see
Spin me round in colour kaleidoscope, am dizzy
And awash with new light shining from within

You the origin, me the receptacle of your affection
and whatever else Lady Life may deem fleeting
This much exists, permanent as the Ageless One
This bubbling forth, a new fount cleansing, i won.....

2 heads, 2 sets of eyes superimposed, evoke
soft changes within like new tendrils
shooting up from freshly-watered hearts
Now joined in one, melded not twain,
No cause for pain
Reborn i am, ur Phoenix force inspired
New lease on love, New lease on life 

-Oluwasina Niran 
https://www.facebook.com/notes/oluwasina-madison-nirannoni/2-perspectives-love-life-/548124731889966

• MADSKILLz•

Verse 1:

neva bin a betrayer, with the eyes of "judas" righteousness gat me soundin lik a fool to dis earthly SOLOMONS| ____

dope logic lik dhat, shows 88 digit lik d serial numb of elons KILLER

on a tinted taxis bumpin radio rejected songs on a loud SPEAKER | ____

truth b told most cats dn't play by d rules/ they all wack?

Yes, niggas cudn't spit a coke even if there saliva was made of (MINERAL).

dey sound stupid, breakin cola-nuts wit fake elders just to buy sum respest lik muslim man preachin prophet "MUHAMMED" in jerusalem before the jews/

 classic rhythm, all my lines build for distinction____

cos am A class, spittin endtime lines cos the death of 'em career is NEAR/

fuck 'em clique, competition ain't shit, bitch I kill any one u pick/

raw barz lik d "prison" was made of toto and PRICK/

damn yes am d illest, aba me not cos am d realest,

fuckin d rap game hard n horny rappers watch her scream lik i film-sex|

 boom, I bring destruction to ya. Hearin/ down d street every bitch gat my lyrics in their ears lik earing/

fuck, d limelight, ain't jealous of money n car, bitch am more interested in killin u dummy wit knife scar/ ____

Verse 2:

Jizzy ain't no joke, bitch I spit evolution, animalistic pride, bitch I com wit big HEART/

u Mc's ain't on my league, relegated cats, er rhymes u drop mk me burst out laugh lik u spit wit d mouth of kevin HART/ -

ain't stoppin, I've bin makin bread/ no bakery just "PHD" on my tongue,

nw when I spit dey say am too sick to get doctors DEGREE| ______

 lines upon lines, I punch every joint , fracture 'em bones/

skeletal routin wit musky tone ain't no lie , it was in my absence dat Olamide sit on dha throne/

buh nw am back, to take it _________

otis, illuminati cn't stop me from shakin d industry wit my TSUNAMI HANDS| _______

yo, I cn spit 100 barz n still nt break any "sweat" lik KEITH |

fuckin lame wana walk on my shoes buh dn't know dat life coms in faces while men ah in sizes/

 too many curses in my rap, bitch I own 'em which means any abusin competition wit me gona b d beginnin of ya crisis/ 

[ nw they hatin, girls love my dick so I dn't care about (RELATIONSHIP) when I fuck 'em,

Jizzy is a beast, in one WORD/ same spirit dat posess lucifer, nw satan to challenge GOD/

blasphemy ? Nah I said it cos I want correction painfully wit my back whip wit SWORD|

Verse 3:

still rappin, my game beta than EA/

dopeman , I bodybag every rapper put 'em on d front seat/

which means no hidin, spittin wack lyrics on accapella or any beat, fool all my lines ah legit,

I neva bite,even when I put my mouth on 'em stripe I speak fit cos am always xcercising my TEETH| ------

 who wana fuck wit me ? Crowd be lik graveyard ___ they all die in silent, nigga I may nt be ur favourite emcee buh ur favourite emcee cn't mk 1 single line witout stuttrin lik MMMMMMMMMMMM' SEE|

I come wit d aggression, stab u in ur knee CAP N CHEST so dat anytim u fuckin want to stand up to me u'll tink about dyin FIRST|

I burst it lik neva before ___

all my works gettin thumbs up, Freestyle speacialist yo dhats me, no rhyme books, just approach d mic wit my raw recipe n get every thing cooked/ _________

am a poetic, every line com with comprehensiv revelation/

bitchess all on my dick buh I dn't giv no "fuck" cos I prefer stealin to sexual temptation/ _____

metaphoric rhythm--- d first lines might b lie buh judge not, u " UNDERGROUND LAWYERS" till d court is completly built to d perfect Height| -----------

Verse 4:

flows gettin personal, niggas be lik hey Jizzy c'mon mk wey battle buh am lik nah __

cos u ain't gat nothin to loose, if I win u there's no PRIDE and if u loose I'll b a fool to brag on it openin my mouth WIDE|

I spit lik dat, dope intelligence, all my cycle gettin good marks buh u Mc's cudn't kip ur centre (excellent) even if u were born in LAGOS |

I fuck wit ARO'MATE buh am no "baggar" as my ROOM'MATE /

currency minded shows dat am all about d capital(ABUJA) so fuck rest n put nt ur dick on my STATE|

am gettin tired freestylin buh fuck it am lyin _____

I cud drop another 100 just to diss d whole rap foundation ,

oh did I mention I strike a pose just branch out 4rm literature prose ______

tragedy b d flashback while rape'in ur mother gona spice up d DRAMA/

no tittle, buh if they ask for 1, then Jizzy lyrically gona fuckin put 'em in various position lik KARMA| _______

I might end it buh I still gat lot of shit to drop lik PURGERY, niggas ain't messin wit me cos even on a "safe" sex I pregnant d game/ fuck d fame, nigga I rather die unknown than suck every girls pussy lik u, nw every cat knows ur name/ 

yes I brag alot/ sodom me nt, I rep P.H where guns clap beta than churches, preachin' bout abraham and d brother lot/ __

I may switch style if d boutique com CLOSE ____

am a salt to hip hop I bring taste to every mouth who pretend nt to percieve wit 'em NOSE|

last line __

yo dis is a highlight so camera-man get u shot right , cos dis beta than van persie head flip,

fans get there hands grip cos I ball clean in d south,

buh all 'em style so stinks when dey try to play,

nw d crowd yell angrily @ 'em mama's lik BAFF HER NA BAF HER NA( bafana bafana ). _ _

#JIZZY

-Sam Jizzy 

https://www.facebook.com/sam.jizzy.9?ref=ts&fref=ts

Life After Death... Episode 7

Two known cultists who lived in my lodge were finally arrested by the police that fateful day, leaving me very surprised. I couldn’t imagine what the police had on them. But they were however freed two days later probably due to lack of evidence. The school authorities though came out to claim that the police have gotten a lead and that the suspect will be revealed soon.

I was very speechless and stunned after hearing the announcement because I was still free without any form of harassment from the neither police nor authorities.
Nmeka’s case slowly died without the police neither solving it nor saying anything new to us. My fellow Students were then left with theories and assumptions on what could have happened.
Many believed that the two previously arrested cult boys drugged and raped the dead girl while others simply kept sealed lips.

The crime remained a big mystery, most especially because no student could identify nor claim to know her. We also never got to know what happened to her body soon after because the authorities suddenly decided not to share anything to us. I felt they discreetly managed to locate her family or just buried the case in order to save face. I was finally left with my conscience and God to judge me and I knew a permanent seat was already waiting for me in hell. I struggled to finish the rest of the semester with Nmeka’s image haunting me in everything I did. I saw her everywhere. She kept whispering in my head, playing with my mind. I lost focus. I did poorly in my exams. I was a shadow of myself. My parents soon noticed the change in me during the short vacation I came home to spend, but couldn’t do anything at first, probably because they were stunned. Finally mum was forced to take me to a pastor who fired some serious prayers on my behalf.
“A strong spirit is overshadowing your son, but I just can’t see the reason. All I can do is just to pray for him” he told my poor mother who broke down in tears.

I really could have confessed that very moment but I just couldn’t, and perhaps all Nmeka simply wanted was a decent confession to everyone and to her family. There wasn’t any doubt I treated the poor girl like a fowl by dumping her body under a staircase….

Now how do I continue living with her image still haunting my mind? I have to live with it until I confess and find her family.

THE END 

-By Prince Adeyinka Adeogun

Life After Death... Episode 6

“What’’

What’s the reason for that? Why will the police want to search my room?” I asked desperately. “They just want to search all the rooms in the lodge. According to them it’s the procedure. You are not the only person, so you have to come as fast as you can or else they might break into your room when it gets to your turn” he explained patiently.

“Fine I’ll be there” I murmured half-heartedly, breathing deeply, it really took me about two hours to make up my mind on returning to the lodge, because I was so scared that the police might find something in my room. A lipstick, lock of hair anything incriminating. I feared. Though I was so sure that I wiped my room clean before travelling, but they were experts and I am scared something could be found somehow.

However I finally returned to my lodge very late in the afternoon with the hope that my room has been broken into. But on the contrary it was as I left it {still locked}. I quickly met the Hostel President with questions in my heart and immediately he saw me he smiled, offering his hand for a handshake.

“It’s very fine you showed up today. All the rooms that are yet to be searched will be searched tomorrow. Some students travelled like you did which is very bad and as a result the cops decided to search the rooms of available students today while the locked ones will be searched tomorrow whether the owners return or not” he explained, settling my curiosity.

I returned to my room a bit relieved and satisfied, quickly cleaned up everything in it one more time, washing the bed sheet Nmeka laid on over and over. In fact, I made sure my room was very much in order before resting that day. My room was so clean that the three policemen who searched it early the next day commented on it. “Seems like you are the cleanest student in this lodge, your room is so clean” one of them said to me as he tossed around my properties, without suspecting a thing. I smiled nervously. Unknown to them the room they were searching was the main crime scene and they left without finding anything, leaving me a bit relaxed. “What next?” I asked myself as I watched them leave. 

-By Prince Adeyinka Adeogun 

Life After Death... Episode 5

I nervously opened my door and came face to face with the hostel president, a policeman in uniform and the SUG president. I stared at them with panic. “Please, can we come in? The officer has some important questions to ask you” the SUG President explained while my heart froze. My guilty conscience was at its worst that moment. I fearfully allowed them into the room, my heart pounding furiously as the policeman took a sharp look round my room before settling down on the only plastic chair I had, while the two students with him stood and stared at me. I knew they all noticed my nervous behaviour.
“I’m here to question you as a result of the body discovered in your lodge. The dead girl found under the stairs” The serious looking officer said to me as he brought out a small notebook which he opened.

“So what’s your name?” he asked. I breathed deeply and looked at the Hostel President
who nodded to me in agreement. I slowly murmured my name, repeating it twice.
“You saw the girl’s body right?” The officer asked. I swallowed hard and nodded. Nmeka’s image quickly appeared in my head. “Yes I saw her” I answered weakly, “Do you know her?” he asked,
sending my heart flying with the question.
“Um no, not at all” I replied,
“Are you sure?” he asked again,
“Yes I’m sure” I answered,
“You mean you have never ran across her even in school premises?” he asked.
“Yes I’m sure, I haven’t seen her anywhere” I answered a bit boldly. He marked something in
his book, closed it and stood up.
“Thanks for your time, but I may be back” he grinned before leaving.
I locked my door, fell on my bed and covered my head with a pillow.
“Liar, damn you liar” I heard Nmeka’s voice scream in my head, sickening me.
I lay awake all night, scared and afraid. I was scared of Nmeka’s ghost, scared of the police and scared of being discovered.

A very terrible wind equally blew that night as if rain was about to pour, but there came no rain,
instead the wind kept making strange noises on my window which seriously terrified me.
Early Tuesday morning I packed some of my clothes in a small bag and headed to my friend Gideon’s lodge. I just couldn’t stay all alone in my room anymore.
Unfortunately Gideon and his neighbours were all too eager to hear the dead girl’s story, especially how she looked, who was being suspected and so on.
They wanted to hear everything without knowing that they were upsetting me with their questions.
The more I managed to answer, the more questions they asked to the extent that I almost lost the remaining part of my mind. Early Wednesday morning I headed home to be with my surprised parents who were very astonished to see me return home in the middle of the week. I managed to mutter some lousy explanation which I believed they never truly bought. But then it was as if the devil had so much interest in my case, because by 08:15am the next day, the Hostel President called me on phone, asking me to show up at the lodge. “The police needs to search your room”. He ended up saying. 

-By Prince Adeyinka Adeogun

Life After Death... Episode 4

The school SUG president soon showed up with the school authorities and the police, quickly dispersing everyone. “You can now go on with your various activities; we are here to take charge of the situation, be rest assured that the person behind this outrageous crime will be caught. If you have any information to share please don’t hesitate to bring it to our knowledge. Mind how you talk to the press or better still leave us to do the talking. You are warned” the Dean of students addressed us before we were dispersed.

I returned to my room extremely scared and afraid. I couldn’t imagine what the outcome of their investigation will be. I didn’t leave my room all through the rest of that day. I simply stayed indoors with my conscience punishing me. I was ready to do anything for my fears to go away.
Nmeka’s body was taken away later in the afternoon. I couldn’t help but peep through my window as an ambulance carried the poor thing away. Yes the time was precisely 03:15pm. I really couldn’t imagine what caused the delay in moving a body discovered very early in the morning.
However some minutes after her body was taken away. A strange kind of dizziness took over my entire body. It was as if my room was spinning round with me in the centre. I lost balance and collapsed on my bed, breathing heavily while sweat drenched my body. I couldn’t believe nor
understand what was happening. I never experienced such a thing before, but luckily I regained myself some minutes after. I tried hard to think what could have happened, but just couldn’t figure out anything. Not only was my eyes now seeing things that never was, the rest of my body has equally joined in the game.
Could Nmeka’s spirit be behind this?” I wondered miserably.
“But I didn’t kill anybody. It was just an accident. I did what I had to do to save face” I kind of spoke aloud before realising myself.
A sharp knock of my door, quickly notified me of a visitor waiting outside.
“Was I heard? Is it the police?” I nervously asked myself as I sluggishly went to my door. 

-By Prince Adeyinka Adeogun