Poet Yaksport Josiah

ENO CONCERN ME
A Pidgin Poem

Na wetin I never see for this life?
Na the fight between husband and wife?
Abi na the struggle wey dey inside life
I don calm down, I no go follow people strife

No think like say I no get conscience
Na people wey make me lose patience
I just feel I go dey mind my business
May be that go bring me beta success

If I talk true, dem go say I too talk
If I keep quite, people go still talk
Na wetin I go do wey people no go talk
Eno concern me again let them talk

I say make I dey useful, but people still talk
I say I go dey serious, but people still talk
Small yard material wey I buy people still talk
Ordinary stew aroma still make them talk

My guy drop me with car they talk say I don blow
I come dey hustle, but they still say I no go blow
Keke man drop me and dey say I dey do shakara
De latest tori na de girl I carry come with ankara

I no go do again eno concern me
Mek una kontinu, notin go do me
Bad belle people dey everywhere
No mind dem just do your tin anywhere

I no dey put mouth for people matter
But why dem dey put mouth for my matter?
Las las pesin go chop slap these days
I dey talkam so busy body go stay away

©Yaksport Josiah
22-06-2022

AND I SHALL NOT BE AFRAID
A Poem

In a corner I sat so lonely
They said I am not comely
The say the lion is on the way
If I dare try, with my life I will pay

I wonder as I wander
With many things to ponder
I assumed life is fragile
For fear of destiny reptile

My enemies assailed
And my heart failed
Aha! They said "let's eat him up
Like the sea, let's swallow him up"

I was about to fearfully resign
My future that was gloriously designed
For fear that I should die, I began to run
I felt hopeless and my mind begin to roam

Ho, my child! A voice mumbled to me
Fear not, lift up your eyes and see
Your weeping days are gone
And your glorious moments are on

In a twinkle of an eye I saw a glimpse
Of angels given charge over me
Lest I should dash my feet
My path was cleared now I can see

My sorrow was rolled away,
Since Jesus came to stay;
That was when I learned to pray,
And let Him have His way

The shackles were broken
And the problems were forgotten
I'm shielded from every raid
And I shall not be afraid.

©Yakaport Josiah
01-08-2021
05:16

WHISPERS OF THE FOREST
A Poem

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where sunlight filters through the leaves,
A symphony of whispers fills the air,
In nature's embrace, there's solace to share.

Amidst the towering giants, I find peace,
As the gentle breeze brings sweet release.
The rustling leaves, a lullaby so serene,
Nature's secrets, in quiet whispers, convene.

The birds, with their melodious song,
Carry tales of life, both short and long.
The babbling brook, a soothing refrain,
In its gentle murmurs, a tranquil domain.

The scent of flowers, floating in the breeze,
A fragrance that entices and seeks to please.
The colors of the meadow, vibrant and alive,
Nature's palette, where beauty does thrive.

From the smallest blade of grass to the mighty oak,
Nature's masterpiece, an enchanting stroke.
In its whispers, I find wisdom and delight,
A reminder of the wonder that's within sight.

THE STORY OF TIME
A Poem.

A hunter entered the forest with a blunt,
But stayed aloof for the thrill of a hunt;
He carefully traced the path of his prey,
Carefully looking for a spot was his key;
He patiently waited for the prey to come,
He didn't shoot but waited for it to head home.

He never wasted his munition,
Patience was his best option;
He acquired the target and shot perfectly;
He picked up his prize and went home joyfully;
He reaped the fruits of patience and waiting,
He toiled in the night and won in the morning.

Today can never visit yesterday,
Yesterday can never visit today;
Today is the perfect visitor for tomorrow,
By presage alone today can see tomorrow;
Time can neither be early nor be late;
Time is everyone's perfect fate.

When there is death in the village, it is time;
When babies are born in the village, it is time;
When pipers pipe in the village, it is time;
When the sky shed tears and thunder blasts, it is time;
When the trumpet blow for soldiers to array it is time;
What is neither pushed, nor dragged yet walks, it is time.

We were conceived because it was time
We were born because it was time
We marry because it is time
We die because it is time
We live because it is time
We cry, we laugh, because it is time.
We sleep and wake up because it is time
We get sick and recover because it is time
When I shall marry it is because of time
When I shall die it will be because it is time.

©Yaksport Josiah
07-07-2021
Dine With Poetry

THE TALKING DRUM
A Poem

Like the waves of sea
My joy is seen
In my African regalia
With just an euphoria

I wish to sing and tell
Why I shouldn't be tamed
Because it is genuine and core
Like the sand of the sea shore

I am my master's utterance
I see his heart by entrance
Into his deepest thought
About lessons life has taught

I am swayed to and fro
Like a messenger's horse
When life turns him down
To ease himself he play me loud

To understand a goat's complain
You must speak the language
My master is the drummer boy
Not for coin, but to spread joy

He play and I talk
And express our hearts
And men dance back to the age of gold
And our deepest joy unfolds

We are the men of song
We are the people of old
Africa home sweet home
Our steps our hope.

©Yaksport Josiah
21-06-2021
2:00pm

OASIS
A Poem

Decked is the garden
With pool for the maiden

Colourful are the boughs of Holly
Sweet were the voice with jolly

The revelation was the genesis
This is love! Oh what an oasis.

©Yaksport Josiah

UNCERTAINTIES
A Poem

Why do I sit here all alone?
Am I among those that lost hope?
Oh my soul be not dismayed
When you have not prayed

Mysterious is the content of the container
Tell me, Who can discern a pretender?
The uncertainty no one can ascertain
I wish to say, if only I know for a certain

Boredom is part of sweet momment
Alone in solitude seeking own consent
Away from the world's communication
But oh, no one to render admonition

Where is everyone today?
Why am I deserted these days?
Alone in my chamber I lay
Thinking about those days in May.

©Yaksport Josiah

WHAT A WORLD
A Poem

Nowadays people knows the price of everything
But knows the value of nothing

This life is evil, what a world!
Words failed, men took sword

Away with your wanton song
For victory days are not long.

©Yaksport Josiah

LOVE
A Poem:

Love is enjoyed by folks so lucky
The unlucky are turned to a thing of mockery
Though love is something that we all desire
It will be safe, if from it, we retire

Walk with your partner side by side
Do it and create a tearful memories
Sometimes love doesn't last a noontide
Nevertheless it also creates wishful jollies

You saw, you desire, you never own
You laboured yet you wore not the crown
You rear and tend another takes
You nourish and adore, and someone takes

You never saw, nor wish yet another came to stay
Fate brought it, be happy.

©Yaksport Josiah

ORPHANAGE (I)
A Poem:

Outside here is so cold
Alone we roam so bold
Why is the world so unfriendly?
Why are we treated differently?

The sky is dark tonight
The cut on my feet brought much plight
Hunger torments our belly tonight
We wish we could have a loaf to bite

Family and siblings have we none
Oh goodness what have we done?
Oh, life full of misery
Why on us, life pour its fury?

©Yaksport Josiah

ORPHANAGE (II)
A Poem:

Family love we never enjoy
The street is our decoy
From bin we get our meal
The breeze our skin couldn't peal

Homeless on the streets we roam
Desolate is our cabin without a foam
Those dreams we never can achieve
Gone are the gifts from above we receive

Who is meek to feel our pain
Alone we are left to struggle in the plain
Nature has prevailed on humanity
But we hope to fulfil our destiny.

©Yaksport Josiah

WHEN YOU SEE OLUCHI
A Poem:

When you see Oluchi today
Tell her she is worth the say

When you see Oluchi anywhere
Tell her I've sang her beauty everywhere

Meeting her is an unfading nostalgia
A damsel from southeastern Nigeria

Tell her what I said is true
I said it because the time was due

When you see Oluchi anytime
Tell her she was Omali chanwa in her prime

When you see Oluchi tomorrow
Tell her, I agree, that beauty she never borrow

Sister! when you see Oluchi
Tell her She was admired by a young man from Bauchi

Tell her she is adore in my mind
She was the best of her kind

Tell her she is such a sweet soul
Could she be a teddy bear, I'll buy, cuddle and pet

Perhaps some beauties are not meant to be owned
But to be praised, and their moments to be borrowed

When you see Oluchi today
Tell her I'll sing of her beauty every day

When you see Oluchi anywhere
Tell her I've publicised her speech everywhere

Tell her that her eloquence has reached many
Tell her that she is loved by almost everybody

©Yaksport Josiah
26-05-2022

SONGS OF THINGS
A Poem

This is the song of things!
Let us sing about the things of the past
Let us sing about the mortal dance
Let us sing about the men of the past
Let us sing about African dance

This is the song of things!
Let us sing about the cares of life
Let us sing about the riches of life
Let us sing about the struggles in life
Does all these matters in the after life?"

This is the song of things!
Let us sing about love and affections
Let us sing about mansions and towers¹
Let us sing about dreams and ambitions²
Are we contend with all these powers?

This is the song of things!
Let us dance the songs of guns today
Let us sleep the sleep of hunger today
Let us feel the feelings of fear today
Can't we prance for the havoc³ today?

This is the song of things!
Let us sing about respect and elders
Let us sing about fathers and mothers
Let us sing about culture and tradition
Let us sing about love for our nation

This is the song of things!
Let us sing about future and fate
Let us sing about love and hate
Let us sing about greed and bait⁴
Does the desire rises and bate?(5)

This is the song of things!
Let us sing the song of things that matters
Let us sing about love among brothers and sisters
Let us not sing about the hatred and the haters
At the end of everything, it is love that matters.

SYNONYS
1. Towers: Skyscrapers
2. Ambitions: Desires
3. Havoc: Confusion
4. Bait: Trap
5. Bate: Diminish

©Yaksport Josiah
16-10-2022

THE TALE OF YARI AND THE SPIRITS (I)
A Poem

He went to Bugun Like a treasure Hunter
So fearless was he like his grandfather
He went to see Kulla his intended bride
He went boldly, to his love, his pride

Those days were days of the spirits
Yari's courage has not limits
Day-to-day he went to Bugun village
To visit his intended wife's lineage

One day became an unforgettable day
He that doesn't fear fitted a night fray
On his way back to Gargari village
The night accomplished with vintage

Lonely at night in the heart of the bush
The breeze blow and everything was Hush
In a distance he heard voices talking in pain
About Lhm Za'ar and the abundance of rain

He heard the voices were familiar
Our people's speech are always familiar
He walked fast to meet up with them
The faster he walks, the more he lost them

He heard their dialogues throughout the way
But he never saw anyone throughout the way
In the woods he heard their distant laughter
Discussing problems, and disunity matters

When he get near his village
Neither for curse nor for Rampage
Have we taken our time to visit
Take care human, we are the spirits

Yari smiled and waved in the air
It was the spirit chatting in pairs
The spirits of prosperity and unity
The spirit of peace and tranquility

©Yaksport Josiah
01-062022

Hell is full of fools
And heaven is full of wise men
There will never be a fool in heaven
And there will never be a wise man in hell

There are wise men in heaven
Who don't know how to read and write on earth
There are decent and moral men in hell
Who were considered excellent men

The men that crucified Jesus were moral men too
They thought they were doing moral service
But oh, where do you think they are now?

Hell is full of doctors and professors
They thought they were wise on earth
But they were fools in heaven

They chose who they wanted to marry
And they marry without thinking about eternity
They do what they wanted to do with their life

I have made a lot of foolish choices in my life
But I never regretted the one that I made today
When I decided to repent and become a Christian
I gave my life to Jesus and now I'm among the wise

I'm a heaven bound citizen
I'm now a pilgrim on a journey
My friends come join the wagon

Let's Journey to Heaven together.
Let's not be moral fools
It's time to decide.

HOME FOR THE WISE
A Poem
Yaksport Josiah

17-07-2022

IT IS TIME
A Poem

Tears flowed like the oceans sea
Regrets engulfed the mind with a plea
Loss of fortunes increases daily
Lost of acquaintance that is so dearly

All my constructed goals were scattered
The beautiful garment I wore was tattered
The business failed and brought no gain
My heart was broken and left in pain

The South has great trouble
The North is a den of rumble
There seems to be morning at noon
The sun appeared instead of the moon

I have had my share of losing
I must arise and start winning
Though I failed all the way
I failed because I did it my way

It is time and the giant victor must arise
Amidst failure, I must arise
My fears I must face them all
It is time to conquer my foes all
I will be great again, like a palm tree so tall.

Yes it is time
Because now I have someone by my side

©Yaksport Josiah
4th-05-2022
10:03 AM

BOREDOM
A Poem

These days are lonely days
The soul now desires a companion
The desire grows from day to days
The mind no longer seek for an opinion

Sadly and quietly walking downtown
The mind from thoughts is drown
Lonely in the hut peeping through crevices
Engulfed with thoughts not of vices

Like a wanderer walking alone down the lane
The heart got covered with desires like a pane
The mind drifted in a narrow consciousness
The soul is not deserted, but yet lives in loneliness

No friends, and no acquaintance
Alone in isolation, has less significance
The soul prefer a place so solitary
Chanting incantations like in a monastery

The soul is always misunderstood
Everyone has lost the heart of brotherhood
Oppressed with the irony of life
Joy and pain played daily strife

Far away from pundits the soul lives
Far away from trouble the soul lives
To the market he barely go
To the farm he joyfully go

Oh life that is lonesome
Oh life that is boredom
It is good for a snail to come out of the shell
She can make gain if character she buy and sell.

Josiah
30-31/05/2022

AN UNFORGETTABLE DAY
A Poem

The sky totally changed murky
Houses, and schools were set ablaze;
Everyone in the market was in a hurry
We saw our neighbour shot death;

With tears in our eyes,
We took his body away;
Tears was falling from the sky,
Our teacher too was shot down the lane;

Men were burned with fire like bush meat,
For our flesh they crave to putrid;
We saw dogs and swine eats carcasses,
We cried both women, lads, and lasses;

We saw armies trooping,
Into the city with their war tanks;
And that made us to keep believing,
Although it wasn't a smooth shiny track;

Now the main road we cannot cross,
For our hunters were every where;
We cried for help but there was none,
All hope was lost like a lilly in the mere;

It is a day we will live to tell the story,
Of how we were hurt by people so Conny;
These happened somewhere in the north,
We will never forget the men we have lost.

©Yaksport Josiah