Poetry by Jesse Falodun from FOTM Issue 2 Fallen Angels, I Hear Silence, Almanjiri


Characterized by corrupt affairs

Brave minded individuals eating deep into our fears

It might not be hard if they are all in parts

Investing evil deeds expecting in invested shares

Everything hikes up above Kilimanjaro

Names of detriment, now pride, a rich man is now Barawo

It’s all mixed up, the good, bad and ugly, the masses are the Jango

Masses pray to God for a deliverer, evil ones offer thanks to Sango

Architect of our own misfortune

They play the drums; we sing & dance to the tune.

Then we accuse them of being evil,

but we fail to realize that each time we look in the mirror

we actually see the devil

We deny the part we play in all this

Ones we are at the top, we forget heavenly bliss

And want to be as occupied and hot as hell

They pay us to actualize their thoughts and never tell

Yet we accuse angel past of leaving the Host

But we fail daily when we abuse our post.

They make sure there is a yearly crisis

Fuel pumps up and fuel pumps change prices

We forget that at earlier times we had plans

To be the one to rescue man, from hunger pangs

Our innocent thoughts conquer lands

But now our emotions are left in the lost but founds

We bury the pity we feel within

We want to travel abroad and visit Sweden

Our pity drops, our self-mind falls like Ikogosi

Warm leaves, cold sets in and then we change policy

Yet we blame angels that fell

But how well have we faired

Do we still post our emotions on Black Market for sell?

Or we want to search for a grey area in an Old Man’s beard

Enough of what I call metaphors

The tear in my heart actually pours

Are we not still fallen like angels?

Who left that throne and came to earth like the scripture tells

Are we still standing on our feet?

or blaming angels for falling to defeat.



Sitting in this noisy Oblivion

Slow and Steady I wonder if the music is Celine Dion

Overridden by my emotions

Wondering at God’s amazing creations

It’s all silent but I still hear crickets

Sagging trousers, timbers, suite or a waist Jackets

Looking outside where I stand in the open

Shooting stars don’t actualize glory that have fallen

I have a confused mind well arranged

Scattered thoughts that can actually be managed

Amazing grace, sweet sounds but all is still silent

The warfare in my mind, so much blood, but not violent.

I discover that there is no proper alignment

Many questions pop in my mind, I only feel one

The answers to it is the question I ask from time to time

How did Babel intend to reach God with just a tower?

The oblivion in my mind that is sucking power

As noisy as it seems I still hear Silence

Call me opposite minded, but I am present in my absence .




I am the object of Ridicule

In an area were wealth is at its pinnacle

I am what they want to call me

I come in little sizes, there is hardly any tall me

I am the test lab of Cholera

I eat what you don’t want, Typhoid Malaria

Do I really have a choice?

After all you feed me because of the weakness in my voice

I do not even have to worry about excess Calorie

Because I am Almanjiri

I am free bonus for ritualist

Excuse for religious optimist

I am tug of war, for political fanatics

And to keep my stand with God, I might end up a Jihadist

I roam around longer than your network

Emptiness is how I live, Ignorance is my net worth

I enjoy the looks of pity

As I invade traffics in the big City

And when someone is nice beyond pretty

It automatically means something is fishy

Nature and good luck are the ones who pay me salary

After all I am just Almanjiri

I am the Irony of my name

A student who knows nothing but the cane

But you see I learn a lot

I learn about how humans can hurt

At times I am unable to reach were I call home

So, I sleep anywhere cement can feel like foam

Who cares if I am sexually assaulted?

By men through whom God’s divine order has been insulted.

They creep into me in my nights

Offering me nice bites

They come back in their flashy cars

And creep unto my cement bed and commit alters.

But who cares about my secret injuries

After all I am Almanjiri

I am a debate in government houses

But of course they are the greater forces

How would they feed their God’s?

Who will they give their Guns?

To who’s behind will they shove their secret scepters?

On whose blood will they build houses in hectares?

Don’t get me wrong

Not all sound the evil gong

But still not all sing redemption songs

Some just come to send and give us knocks

I am supposed to be a student, if I am not wrong?

Well, welcome to the school of hard knocks, I have survived these long

Sorry! Not in life but in history

Because I have an attachment of religious chemistry

I know nothing of the Hail Mary

But I was taught to hate, moreover I am Almanjiri.

BIO: Jesse Falodun was born in the ancient city of Kano in a family of five. He is a

graduate of Mass Communication department, Kogi State University, Nigeria. An

on air personality at Fusion Fm. A poet, spoken word artist and writer. He has

written several poems and recorded 5 spoken word piece. He is a motivational

speaker, song writer and producer. He has produced and directed several Radio

Dramas one of which is “Unity Square’’ on Fusion Fm 91.7 fm. He is currently

working on publishing his first book titled MAROON WATERS.