EMMANUEL JOSEPH OLUMAKISS - POEMS

Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss is a Young African prolific writer,of Nigeria origin whose passion for poetry speaks volume, he is a business mogul  and an award winning poet who has featured in different international anthologies.

​IGEDE THE SPIRIT DANCE

​Dance not my child!
The heartbeat of Igede drum
For It is far from your perceived joy
Dance not to the elevation of its sound
Its resounding voice only breeds menace
Why not Wait until the drumming fade?
So you could see the danger of its taste
With the hand slapping of the drum
A grievous signal is drawn
Tubam! Tubam! Tubam!
A ceremonial call of massacre
Hailing the victims of stillbirth

Dance not my child!
Igede the spirit dance
With its resounding voice
of a temporal victory
coupled with allies of harmony
pampering the tragedy of future woes
When trial is called does it not hunts the victim and neighborhood?

Dance not my child!
Igede the warfare song
A drum soaked with
blood of our kin
Better hold your life stiff
And in wisdom be keen
For Igede parades with vengeance
visiting the deeds of the fathers
To the children even the ones yet unborn

Caution my child!
Be patient so you don't bow
to the vocal tone
Nor draw disaster near our post
Let your ear first do the dancing
And if possible let your leg flee
In pursuit of a long life
For here lies the end of
numerous dreams
And as many ve been burnt

Dance not my child!
The dance of the spirit force
Dance not to the whims and caprice
of the political overlords
Dance not to Igede the spirit dance
It is your future you ve been made to exchange
Eating your tomorrow today
Forgotten the plight in each gain.

​PROS & CONS

​I use to live like a pagan

Though not that I don't know who God is,
I only wanted my peace
Instead of casting and binding my own neighbors any time am on my knees.
Or busy rendering my offerings to enrich the rich.

 I wanted to live like a philosopher,

Not that I don't know God exist,
I only want to do things my way,
Just for the sake of joy and bliss.
I don't mind if I fail or succeed.

There are time I choose to  live like the scientist,in order to have more Knowledge of God,
And prove the world wrong on the things they claim came to exist without origin or a trace.

 I would like to live like the great
inventor,
To create just like God,
And be famous with my work.

Most times I feel happy living 
Like a Muslim who is afraid to
offend his God,
Simply because he lives by the law.

I use to live like an idle man or the street beggar who feel there's no need to work,
only rely on the alms of strangers and friends,
In as much he can eat and survive.

There are some days i allow 
my pride to govern so people
can know my worth
I don't die in silent 
I only vomit my thought

The other time when I decide 
not to be cool,
I only wanted to be hot.

I use to live like the rich,
Who got his eyes on his wealth and care less about lending some of his time to God,
Until tragedy befalls on him,
then he can run back to the Church
so his problem could be solved.

There are period i  live like a hypocrite whose Presence is 
felt in the Church,
He's endowed with speaking in tongues,
He even recite and preach God's word,
he is faultless in his eyes any way,
After all says and done,
then he still go the way of
the world.

Sometimes I think and live like the poor,
who doesn't bother acquiring much wealth,
Could it be his thinking is low,
He's always afraid of risk,
hence he has a little food that can keep his strength.

Often times I live like the parliaments,
who would implement the law,
and decide not to live by it
Because to them obeying the law isn't by force.

I am just like  the philanthropist,
who doesn't receive back what 
he give.
Many who ask him receive
He extend his help to the less privilege in the street.

I use to live as if am insane
Even when going my way
I talk only to myself
I hiss and punch the air
busy blaming my past.

Several times I 've lived just
like the common man
who wants a simple life
but restricted by the law of his land.

I wish to be like the Christians
Who were told to exchange
right for wrong
And the good for evil
And give love for hate
Only with their faith 
they can convince their God.

I wish life is fair
My problems I wouldn't 
like to share,
Though life doesn't end up here,
I know not everybody is aware.

​FEMINIST WORLD

​My father's demise brought 
me gold coast
My blood finally give up 
on harlot road
The aches of Childhood has
left a stretch mark on the back 
of my old age
Strength of our country men is sold

We fake love in disguise 
Can one sip poison and seek twice?
Over pampering once spoilt my old life

Our problem a trace 
from women's tribe
Many of them on mobile
Too  strange;
An odd mind
They have no job,a gold mine
Why do men choose to dine on red wine?

All we have;
A sacrifice
With life we are bound to pay the big price
Many of this wrath waits to unknown end
With full trust they vow to be crucified on my own laps
Begging i procreate for their husband
Men without manhood!

Its a pity when men feed on women's struggle
Do we really have a home to  build?
Why live my fellow man's life?

Alas!
My past mistake 
i 've given a new birth!
The masculine world in  tragedy
Women mistake me as their fellow woman
My foreign friends say am a mere feminist
It has down on me this time!

How do I cover my outpouring pain?
Can we hide the raw truth?
What will I tell my unborn child?

Why do men live a feminist life?
Where husbands are compelled to 
do the wish of their own wives
Men were seen to be too weak
No place to call a home
No single decision of my own

Those accommodated by women 
are not real men 

I face a challenge of a teddy bear
A woman paid a price on my own head
And still call me by full name "HUSBAND"
My people were without Shame when they gave my hand in marriage

Who impose a curse on our traditions?
Indeed our men are not made for actions
How can we fold arms we the male folks
And allow the female counterparts ruin the affairs of our own home?
But they called it "LOVE"
When I talk,they laugh it off
Many said is the common tie
Cos a female gained us mere freedom
For this reason we should all drown on their own laps

They even said I have no moral right 
To lay my hand on my woman 
When she does wrong 
If I don't correct her by words... 
Won't I correct her with my bare hands?
How will she change?
They called it ''''ABOMINATION""
Many called me names....
Protesting as if they have gone mad
That right of women must be protected 
They foretold I would face a penalty 
For breaking the country's rules

How do men survive life in a feminist world?
They said our role is to stay at home 
And watch the female counterparts do the whole farming 
Even babies most time get fade up

Will I continue like this till I get old?

Won't I go stealing busy doing nothing?

Shouldn't I work for the future of the unborn child?

How do we survive with one life?
Our government is runned by a woman
A half man;
People with immortal mind
And we call that life
While the so called men sit back at home 
Busy doing nothing 
With folded arms watching the world a whole lot

We need a change in our government!
Who among you has a cure to our ailment?
If only we can give a listening ear to our nightmares
And take up a fight for our common right 

Who will disarm our government? 

It seems am the only one concerned... 

A woman in charge of our airflow
A marriage my fellow men called life 
Still they share their women 
With uncommon men 
Men without manhood 
They keep saying is normal 
When I say Its ""AdULTERY"" 
And something against the law
They would clamor to stone me to death
Or threaten to send me packing 

Imagine a woman playing the role of a giant 
Ah! 
How will I know my unborn child 
When my wife put to bed? 
Won't my heir be claimed by a fellow man? 
Because of our subjection to feminist world

Go spit your fire on our elders 
Go tell the men on sleep to act fast 
Go tell the people on the street to make haste 
Go tell the men on suit the main fact 
Tell them there's no time
Remind them we must live fine 
Sing to our fathers in casket our usual song 
Tell them in time of trial
We must stay wake 
This is the hour 
We must not waste
The firewood they fetched in dry season 
Has risen to consume us 
The subjection they put us through 
Have caused Heaven a handshake 
Tell them today they must all wake 
To see with their blind eyes where the world has led us
Explain to them they 're all fakes 
For using their hand to change our own fate 
And misplaced it as the will of the gods
Even the gods are on curse
They know nothing 
They all share from our long sufferings 
No one is allowed to appease them 
Because it's only the women that do the talking 
If they say we should talk we talk
Else we will all remain to die in silence