TEENAGE GENIUS

TEENAGE GENIUS

ADAMU USMAN GARKO Adamu Usman Garko, is still in secondary school in Gombe, Nigeria. He could have been a reincarnation of Christopher Okigbo. His poetic depth is way beyond his age. He is a poet and story writer of extra ordinary excellence.His work has previously appeared in Blueprint newspaper, The Arts-muse, Fair, Praxis magoline, anthologies like 'The PoetryPlanet', '84 Bottles of Wines For Wole Soyinka. He has also written an eBook "Lonely Season" His poems here resonate loudly on social contemporary issues.

Roots and Drums Speak Through a Teenage Genius

CRIES DIED

Mouth cannot muffle the thirstiness Of throat nor can it tale the peril Of farewell being Sang by the heads Of our eagles At a time when drench needs the syllables Of your umbrella That time after finishing Masse’s wine You flee and leave them drinking their Dried saliva 
When wind comes and goes like the Wave of dusts Just as a broken wound it aches Brothers that yell and kill their dead Sisters that pray and naked their sleep Just for your emergence 
When tenure shrinks like an abated Body you come back downward To recite and embrace the smells Of your cattle. Heaven cries of the flames in hell For you who dig fire in the street Of masses’ bodies 

DAYS 
I await gingerly Like the birth of silence In the street of Black land Of the birth of doves That can fight The street’s unwholesome 
Dawns I hold hope That a day Shall hover Into this atmosphere Where birds of nest Dwell under caves Of fears to be catapulted By the enemy’s of love 
I await Your Mighty sword That can break the wall Of falsity Of hate And of belly headsDEAR 
Dear Do you hear my voice How it withers of advocate I yell and shout For the Serenity’s of our nest’s earth 
So that the injury of morgue Will not reach us here When we’ve a long way to go 
Embrace my voice and hide him In the roses you bring Gulp me Let’s walk out of dead land

MELODY 
Voice herald my yearns Drowning me in a river of echoes, In a river of subtle. Smell of your beats A heavenly melodical chants it rhymes, Flows like the muffle of gong. Your rhyming chorus comes Like a chant of Arabia, Like Yoruba maid’s gesture. Your voice is a minstrel In the street of birds, In the street of night. Your voice is poetry Your voice i bask, Your voice I satiate.MELODY 
Voice herald my yearns Drowning me in a river of echoes, In a river of subtle. Smell of your beats A heavenly melodical chants it rhymes, Flows like the muffle of gong. Your rhyming chorus comes Like a chant of Arabia, Like Yoruba maid’s gesture. Your voice is a minstrel In the street of birds, In the street of night. Your voice is poetry Your voice i bask, Your voice I satiate.Enter your text here…