Cornucopia… Dr. Tope Ogundare (aka Topazo )

Today is one of the days when I remember that Africa is where I have my roots. What is it like to be African? One thing I’m sure about is that this is one place where we learn to smile despite. …

Here, we learn to tell our own stories. One of the stories that is dear to the heart of our guest poet today is on the theme of farming.

Dr. Tope Ogundare is a psychiatrist and farms the rich soil of human mind. However, in the beautiful piece below, he vividly captures the real goings-on behind farming in Africa. Here, too, the earth smiles despite. Enjoy.🌱


The cloud is covered in darkness,
Streaks of light approach from the east
Where the sun has begun to peel the blanket
Of night from the gray sky;
Men steal away from the comforts of their
Wives’ bosoms,
They journey away from home to find solace
In the arms of another –
Brown skin, with hues of clay and loam;
They go to plough her mounds,
To deposit seeds within her womb;
They wear the Dawn as they go
And return with Dusk, weary and tired;
Day by Day, they sow to Mother Earth
And their dreams are filled with images of abundance;
They give of their strength and the harvest is
A proof of their virility –
Tubers of yam, and corn and maize and cocoyam are
The trophies for their toils.

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It is the harvest,
The Earth has borne her young,
The men’s chests swell with pride,
The sun warms the festive air
The wind sings softly
The trees sway in tandem
Mother Earth looks on lovingly,
Her heart overflows with maternal affection;
The men court her for her fecundity,
And worship her for her prowess;
She smiles weakly and rues her old age;
Years of child-bearing have sapped her vitality,
And she can feel the tiredness deep within;
How long till the fires deprive her of her fertility?
And the rains expose her shame?
The moment lasts as long as the blink of an eye
And her thoughts move on to the festivities above
Today is not one for sorrow
There is always tomorrow.

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26 responses to “Cornucopia… Dr. Tope Ogundare (aka Topazo )

  1. I particularly love this Dr. Bless your fertile mind.
    You captured ‘our toil’ of precious Mother Earth beautifully (I am a farmer😀😀😀 in my mind of ‘cos).
    I enjoy your description of our beautiful romance with mother earth, especially because we are formed from her and she never fails to nurture us despite her being cursed for our fore-father ‘s folly.
    If only we continued like so without the introduction of harsh chemicals and allowed everything to grow in due seasons how healthy the world would be.

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  2. I totally love the way Topazo made “akara” of this poem, especially in the personification of Earth, her feelings are so real and so like that of an old mother who just shrugs off all other contrary suggestions and decides to celebrate because her children are doing so.

    The message hits home, that farming in Africa isn’t as mechanized and sophisticated as in other advanced parts of the world and we are still subject to the ‘elements. Yet we manage somehow.

    Well done doc. You did this justice!

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  3. I smell the dust, feel the pythons of my arms ripple as I swing the hoe to break clods and dirt, the sweat pushes and leaves trails of grime on my shiny face….. this here is so real that it makes a farmer out of me….masterful bro…..MASTERFUL!!!!

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  4. This is sheer brill Sir….excellent use of imageries! In the event that only the male gender engages in that age-old lucrative profession that’s farming; this definitely will hold sway! I love how the Earth’s likened to a mistress as the man steals away from his significant other to go be with and plow ‘her’! That’s just ingenious Doc, and you pulled it right off! A Wow-piece all around, I submit; you were born to do this….’kosoro’ as in end of discussion! You. Go. Doc! 👏👏👏

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  5. Simple, yet rich. I love this piece about nature Dr. Very original, and interesting. I love the way you described Gaia, mother Earth… the way you wore cloaks of being upon every thing in that piece… from the dawn, to the dusk, then the lands that men toil.

    Welldone doctor! Your versatility is bewitching. Hats off! 🙂

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