Award winning Poet, Ololade Akinlabi who has won awards and several nominations for himself, alleged that a Man with the name UCHE and penname JAN posted his poem titled "LOVE BY THE RIVERBANK" on several media platforms without acknowledging him as the writer but instead claimed the poem was written by him.
The poem has written by Ololade Akinlabi
Ololade Akinlabi.
*LOVE BY THE RIVERBANK*
Beating rain prior yesterday night,
Beat and caught me in loneliness
Till I sheltered my shivering lips
Beneath your umbrella
And the traces of those kisses
Made paths along my lips,
Routes to paradise they were.
Scorching sun of yesterday night
Sourced out sweat from my body,
And perspiration kinged over my skin;
Till you crowned upon me
Like the hungry baby clinging to breasts.
Those two milk incubators I sucked from,
The traces are found along my throat,
In hidden solitary they are, for baba must be
Ignorant of my filthy sacred-act.
Tonight, your wander left me to wonder,
Why are your feet the only imagery
Wallowing on the river surface?
Baby, haven't you heard
The sonorous voice of the bird?
The one that sings lyrics
Which kicks off our love in the making.
My body is on the way,
Hang on me like an ornament;
Before the night sends our eyes
To the anonymous world.
Ololade Akinlabi(Ige)
© 2017
JAN's version.
UCHE
*LOVE BY THE RIVERBANK*
Beating rain prior yesterday night,
Beat and caught me in loneliness
Till I sheltered my shivering lips
Beneath your umbrella
And the traces of those kisses
Made paths along my lips,
Routes to paradise they were.
Scorching sun of yesterday night
Sourced out sweat from my body,
And perspiration kinged over my skin;
Till you crowned upon me
Like the hungry baby clinging to breasts.
Those two milk incubators I sucked from,
The traces are found along my throat,
In hidden solitary they are, for baba must be
Ignorant of my filthy sacred-act.
Tonight, your wander left me to wonder,
Why are your feet the only imagery
Wallowing on the river surface?
Baby, haven't you heard
The sonorous voice of the bird?
The one that sings lyrics
Which kicks off our love in the making.
My body is on the way,
Hang on me like an ornament;
Before the night sends our eyes
To the anonymous world.
*JAN*
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