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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
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An African Christmas
Why sing we songs of mistletoe?
Why exalt we the pure white snow?
What meaning, tell, Rudolph's nose?
What romance bears fireside repose?
In an African Christmas.
Why not dream of harmattan air?
Why not laud bluest atmosphere?
Extol the smell of burning grass.
Sing you of dust not frost on glass
In an African Christmas.
It's not the seasons of the year
That tinge the wondrous Christmas air.
But Mary's infant meek and mild,
Praise then, all men, the Holy Child
In an African Christmas.
Oladejo Fabolude
Copyright ©2003 Oladejo Adebola Fabolude
Why sing we songs of mistletoe?
Why exalt we the pure white snow?
What meaning, tell, Rudolph's nose?
What romance bears fireside repose?
In an African Christmas.
Why not dream of harmattan air?
Why not laud bluest atmosphere?
Extol the smell of burning grass.
Sing you of dust not frost on glass
In an African Christmas.
It's not the seasons of the year
That tinge the wondrous Christmas air.
But Mary's infant meek and mild,
Praise then, all men, the Holy Child
In an African Christmas.
Oladejo Fabolude
Copyright ©2003 Oladejo Adebola Fabolude
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Professor Wole Soyinka a few days after his return from exile, meets Ponmile Oloyede, cast member of " Who's Afraid of Wole Soyinka", the stage play, after the first Command Performance at the Muson Centre in October of 1998. The Writer and Producer, Wole Oguntokun (in tie) is partially hidden. Dr. Yemi Ogunbiyi in cap and glasses is in the background. Professor Soyinka was not to see the play again until his 70th birthday anniversary in July of 2004
Premiere of "The Other Side" at the Muson Centre-Nov 2002. North America and Europe are destitute and Africa is the land of plenty. Darren Campbell (Tony Offiong), a white male (centre) comes to Lagos as an illegal immigrant in search of a better life and meets 2 ruffians, Kenneth Uphopho (left), and Osagie Okedigun (right)
Monday, December 19, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
The Lone Traveller
I’m on a train journey that will never stop
A train, train journey on a rain, rain day
through the windows watching the leaves drop
swirling softly ‘fore a wind blows them away
I’m a lone traveller on a bleak landscape
A lone, lone traveller on a long, long trip
through tunnels, fields and by placid lakes
listening quietly as tracks and wheels grip
It’s a very dark day in a very far place
A dark, dark day in a hard, hard life
trying to be strong in a world’s vicious race
holding my head up in the midst of strife
Tomorrow, I’ll pass a land I do not know
As I’ve passed many cold, cold lands
bracing myself against the freezing snow
dreaming of love, warm oceans and sand
© Wole Oguntokun
I’m on a train journey that will never stop
A train, train journey on a rain, rain day
through the windows watching the leaves drop
swirling softly ‘fore a wind blows them away
I’m a lone traveller on a bleak landscape
A lone, lone traveller on a long, long trip
through tunnels, fields and by placid lakes
listening quietly as tracks and wheels grip
It’s a very dark day in a very far place
A dark, dark day in a hard, hard life
trying to be strong in a world’s vicious race
holding my head up in the midst of strife
Tomorrow, I’ll pass a land I do not know
As I’ve passed many cold, cold lands
bracing myself against the freezing snow
dreaming of love, warm oceans and sand
© Wole Oguntokun
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