POEMS

TRIBUTE TO THE GOOD SHEPHERD

Listen up Everyone!

Pay close attention

Do not let your neighbor distract you

For this is an individual Journey

A mystery is about to be revealed

Listen very attentively

For if as much as a pin drops

You will loose the gist.

…Ah Ah, I see we have your attention now.

Praise, you have the floor…

You see, there comes a time in everyone’s life

When you’ve got to make up your mind

When you’ve got to make a decision

You’ve got to choose who you will follow

You’ve got to say who you believe in

When at last you get a Glimpse of who He is

You will need someone.

Someone with an Understanding of the Heart and  intents of the God of the Heavens

Someone with a burning desire to set people on fire

A compassionate and friendly Father who will like an eagle keep you under the protection of His wings

A Father of Love and Light who remains in Light

Yes! You are right Praise,

Let us put it this way,

You will need A Lion and a Lamb

A fascinating portrait of these two realities that keeps us going

You will need the Eagle and Sun

Someone with an enviable foresight who despite the problems He foresees lights up the morning with his gift of a Smile

You will need the Truth and the Balance

Someone who knows how to tell the truth with Balance and precision

You will need the grey hairs of the old

For without wisdom all of these are useless

Do you have such a person in your life?

I think you do

Yes, all of you

All of you seated in this room

Lol, I think he’s smiling already ( We both laugh)

I think am unworthy to introduce him praise,

 So lets do this together

PRAISE: Alright Joseph Lets do this but remember we are only the bearer of a message lingering in the hearts of all members of JESUS GANG

(Together in Unison) We introduce to you our Sun

the day in our night,

the rose in our farm,

the depth of our heart,

the love of our life.

I Introduce to you our Sun,

a Man of substance,

a Man of virtue,

a Man with a smile,

that brightens any day.

We Introduce to you our Sun,

the pyramid of Egypt,

the statue of liberty,

the silver in the mountains,

the ocean in the desert.

(Smiles) We Introduce to you our Sun,

His skin glows caramel,

His hair jet black,

His gait and stance,

Beyond your wildest dreams

We Introduce to you our Sun,

the bone of our bones,

the flesh of our flesh,

the beat of our heart,

the apple of our eyes.

We introduce to you our Sun

A pastor very dear to our hearts

With a sound that Exalts the Heavens let us shout

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PASTOR SIMI!

DISCIPLES OF DESTRUCTION

By Gbadamosi Joseph

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Let the voices speak
Let the rivers shout
Let the Oceans run
Let the Mountains Crawl
Let the cockrels crow
Let the Trumpets sound
Let the cymbals clash
For the time has come.
We will be quiet no longer
Shall never again like lambs await the slaughter
The clock and the bell has come together
This union of Time and sound shall forever linger.

October 1 1960
A babe was born with joy and lifting
Cymbals and trumpets filled the air
Joy and Happiness expressed unending
A day that will never be forgotten.

But as the celebration ensued
In the depths of darkness awaited a Demon
Feared and Revered among the wise
He was an abomination to this world
His Name was Destruction.

Like fire in water
Like an hedgehog in Winter
Like the moon in the day
This Demon hated this day.

But he bided his time
He was a patient Hunter
The patient Lion he thought
Ate the largest share.

Seconds ran into minutes
Minutes into hours
Hours into days
Days into weeks
Weeks into months
Months into years
Destruction must act quickly
Or salvation shall come.

He needed an ally
Or a team of allies
And so with ancient elements he brought together
The most formidable force the world has reckoned.

He Forged them with the stones of Hatred
Fired them up with the flames of Hell
Their arms were made of the Iron called envy
Their legs a combination of theft and looting
Their stomachs and chest were lifted out of a volcano of lies
He called them the Disciples of Destruction.

Disciples of Destruction
Tigers of Hell
Lions of Hades
Channels of Death.

Disciples of Destruction
Enemies of progress
Bosses of the land
Deceptive looters.

Disciples of Destruction
Chosen by the masses
But rule by a Government
of themselves
for themselves
and by themselves.

Disciples of Destruction
The self proclaimed saviours
The heroes of the North
The Sun that rises from the west.

Disciples of Destruction
The ones we hugged with open arms
But ended up biting us in the neck
The ones we shook with firm hands
Who still kept a knife in the other.

Disciples of Destruction
Ubiquitous vampires of our blood
With their eyes abroad
And legs at home.

Disciples of Destruction
The ones who stole our future
For temporary pleasure they kept us in hunger
For unnecessary treasures they tarnished our dreams.

Disciples of Destruction
Are the leaders of the past
The greedy pigs of the present
And the enemies of our future.

Here comes a twist to the Story
Years after the disciples were forged
Another was added
But he was called The Lamb.

Disciples of Destruction
The Lion and the lamb
The Wicked Lions of leaders
The dumb lambs of followers.

The Disciples of Destruction
Are both the wicked looters and the silent watchers
For if we do nothing about our society
Who are we to condemn the others?

We must let our voices rise
Let our rivers shout
Let our oceans run
Let our mountains crawl
Let our cockrels crow
Let our trumpets sound
Let our cymbals clash
For then and then only
Shall salvation come.

It is quite intriguing to see the major problem of our Country being told so clearly in the form of a poem. The issues that plague our society is not unknown to us, yet we keep still and with crossed fingers do nothing about it hoping for some saviour to come. When are we going to finally get tired of our predicament? We cannot afford to be Silent. Silence is not an option. A poem was written years back titled THE AMBASSADORS OF POVERTY by P.O.C. UMEH. The writer ended with a cry for us to do something about the situation of our land. A good number of us read that poem in literature class and did nothing about it. The bitter truth is if we do nothing we shall have ourselves to blame. The future of our dear land lies in our hands. Like Mr. UMEH said at the end of his poem, I rest my case.

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Kudos to the Rats

By Sotubo Ayomide

Kudos to the rats
The rodents in their secret hideouts
Joy laden in their frats
But take to their heels out of comfy as they behold our sights

Kudos to the rats
The scavengers destroying the national cake
Meant for all
But consumed by a few
Though the cake be a gargantuan edifice
The pests bring it all down to nothing
The house owner has no solace
And worse still has nothing to eat.

Kudos to the rat
That killed our Kudirat
The proposed harbinger of wealth and prosperity
And a treasured national elegance.

We the house owners can wait no longer
For a new generation beckons
We shall not wait to consume you

You shall feel our sting
Cos we are ready for your stink.

THE SHEPHERD’S BURDEN

By Gbadamosi Joseph

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So, how do I do this?
I have a message to convey,
But I don’t know how,
Do I write a poem?
Or compose a song,
Do I write an essay?
Or an article,
Do I use my voice?
Or my pen?
Alright,
a poem it is,
It’s kind of a riddle though,
But you will get the gist.

Who am I?
You run to me when all is lost,
You give me gifts without a cost,
You seek my counsel when you are caught,
In the midst of troubles,
In the sands of life.

Who am I?
You run me down without a thought,
To me criticism is a norm,
You fear the possibility of Eternal Death,
And so you cling to me in a grasp,
A grasp of Death.

Who am I?
You Love me on Sundays,
Like me on Mondays,
Loath me on Tuesdays,
Discuss me on Wednesdays,
Lie to me on Thursdays,
Bury me on Fridays,
Resurrect me on Saturdays,
Looking forward to Sunday.

Who am I?
I try my best to convince you,
To give you a Future and a hope,
But though my best I give to you,
You keep me waiting devoid of hope.

Who am I?
Hearing my voice is a sweet sorrow,
My words you say are difficult to follow,
To heed my instructions is torture to you,
Except of course you understand too.

At this point you should at least have of me a shadow,
And yes your guess was not shallow,
Permit me to introduce myself with Prestige,
For I deserve more than biscuits,

I am THE ALMIGHTY GOD,
The MAKER of the HEAVENS and the EARTH,
I love you too much to let you go,
You have gone through too much to suffer alone.
I am THE ALMIGHTY GOD,
And I have an unending burden,
I want to guide and protect you,
But I need your hands to lead you right,
You do not believe in me,
But I have always believed in you,
You blame me for crimes I did not commit,
But still I Love you,
I am THE ALMIGHTY GOD,
Walk before me and be thou perfect.

SAY NO TO RAPE

By Adeleye Samson

We are in a world full of violent acts
Where our feminine does not have a say over their own body
Where destinies are being annihilated for a short termed satisfaction of a man

A season where glories are forcefully taken
Where lives are violently cheated
Where hope for better future for girls seems lost
Where feminine are treated with no value

This act we must put an end to!
The selfishness of man causing her a lifetime sorrow
Putting her dreams in the state if jeopardy
Making her life shattered with fear instilled in her mind

This deed we must stop!
The shameful act putting our young vessels in danger
The doing that threatens her life
Making the future of our girls seem vague

How long are we going to dwell in darkness?
Are we not tired of making the world an unsafe place for her?
What if she was your own sister?
Is the act not cheap to you?

Lets stop making life difficult for our girls
As a brother, father, friend
Lets love our sister, mother, friend and respect their decision!

SayNOtoRApe

UNTAMED WOLVES

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Teach us the many values, read to us the long lines
Let them be our rhymes, let them lull us to bed
Let them wake us to dawn, let them be our meat
Teach us dignity in tilling the soil, Teach us the wisdom of the virgins extra oil
Teach us the prudency of the ants, Show us the steadfastness of the bees
Teach us the walk of uprightness, teach us to reciprocate respect
Oh teach us! And teach our brothers too

Teach us to close up, teach him to zip up
Teach us to talk, and tell him when to take a walk
Teach us to make the dishes, teach him to wash the dishes
Teach us to be modest , teach him to harvest
Teach us to let go off the chains, Teach him not to use those whips
Teach us to be no slave, Teach him to be no taskmaster

She lived what you taught, built a castles from your words
She was gentle as a dove, not bewitched by the peacock’s fate
What she needed was all she wanted
She placed a huge bid on her dreams, to pursue it and it alone
Her dreams were fueled from passion, her passions core to her vision
Her caramel glow probed all in wonder, her glowing smile broke bars assunder

Sat in a world she taught she knew, only to be visited by it’s claws
Held down by it’s fangs, his sword thrusting in and out
Running from the Hunters were the horror scenes, each second proved her a prey
Her tables in disarray, her tickets to the future laid in pieces
Swimming in the pool of her blood, her stories she alone told
Oh none saw the light go dim, none heard her scream
On the bare ground she lifelessly laid, her tickling finger her clue of life
Her wounds her witnesses, her stitches her testimonies
Young Uwa lived, wanting to care for the pains of others
Yet she died! In pains she never deserved
The beasts stole her life! Yet the beasts roam around

We want no more beasts! Foxes in sheep clothing
None of them! none on the streets
Murderers their badges read, Cannibals they all are
Disdain to the weaker folk! Contempt to the world
Fear is the anthem they hoot, the coming generation seems unsafe
We have been under the sheds for too long , but their nails puncture our dear roofs
We are tired of running from this shadows, depleted from the fear of the unknown
Soaked in our tears, drenched from our sweats
Mom Teach us!, but teach our brothers too!!!

@princess_onis

THE PLEDGE

I pledge to the Nigeria of my Dreams,
To be faithful Loyal and Honest,
To serve my country with all my strength,
To defend her Unity.

I pledge to the Nigeria of my Dreams,
To be optimistic like a child,
In judgement and in speech,
For better and for worse.

I pledge to the Nigeria of my Dreams,
The one you have forgotten,
The one you hate,
The one that seems like a fictional play.

I pledge to the Nigeria of my Dreams,
To give her my all,
In votes and in speech,
In gifts and in skills.

I pledge to the Nigeria of my Dreams,
My Giant of Africa,
Not because I love her so much,
For I have no other choice.

I pledge to the Nigeria of my Dreams,
Once I gave up her,
But now I know better,
I was told Nigerians fought like heroes,
But now I know,
Heroes fight like Nigerians.

MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS 🌙

By Gbadamosi Joseph

My heart fails me,
My soul wanders,
Far Far away,
To an ever distant land.

I’m sad and confused,
I’m down and pained,
Reaching out slowly,
I wipe a tear away.

Is life so cruel?
Does Love exist?
Is there a hope,
For the pure in heart?

This world is full of evil and spite,
I’ve learnt this much by pain and strive,
A kind heart is easily taken for granted,
Kind acts misjudged as foolishness.

Does this mean I should become,
As cunny and selfish as they are,
In other to survive,
In this jungle of a world.

No, I will not!
I am but a symbol of hope,
My nature remains,
to show others the way.

In my depression I give Hope,
In my sorrows I give Joy,
In my weakness I give strength,
In my darkness I give Light.

Expectations are mounting,
You are excellent they say,
But little do they know,
these words are but handcuffs and chain.

With all my heart I whisper shout,
O Lord my God please hear my cry!,
I surrender to you!,
Please take the ride!.

Joseph Prince 👑

BROKEN PIECES

By Hannah Soyombo

Are you broken?

maybe I sound croaky.

How could I even ask this when I know the gravity of the pain I brought upon you yet never hued.

Of course I should know I’ve Thorn you apart,neither I cannot undo the past.

I regret it,and respect you for loving selflessly even though I betrayed recklessly.

Gold were the unkept memories of you and I but now turned cold to behold.

You must have been really hurting to break into pieces,more I try to patch things the more you’re piercing.

The broken pieces of you will hurt my heart ,I will take care because what flows ain’t your tears.They’re the hope of us melting.

I know you gave it your undivided devotion,even though I stride on your emotions.

This was never my intentions,to have you on conditions.

I found a way to fix this,but you already are a broken piece.

SOLDIER IN ALL

By Onisemoh Princess

Enough of the stillness!!!,
The warriors are merciless,
Citizens must journey armed,
That they may not be harmed.

Acquiring and gathering all kits,
Remaining always on their feets,
Giving no room for slumber,
No accommodation for fumbler.

No time to spread bread with jam,
No time to remain so calm,
Not time to smack lips with gloss,
Not time to drag who’s boss.

Now is no time to be in bed,
That the cities be not splashes of red,
It’s time to do it right,
By waking to the fight.

To Quit playing it nice,
And indeed throw the dice,
Time to sharpen the sword,
Time to come on board.

Fiercely to cork the gun,
And with agility be on the run,
Ammunitions for all even the lad,
That none be caught off guard
©️Princessonis_

The poem “Soldier in all” seeks to call for an awakening and equipping , as many have been seen to merely accept the worst as mere fate.

It seeks to encourage a rising in this times of despair,as it believes in the power that resides in all. It is a short simple poem that tries to echo a sense of necessity through it’s lines. It generally considers life as a fight that both the young and old should be prepared for.
It ends with the line “that none be caught off guard” as it seeks to condemn ignorance, disbelief and every form of excuses.

MADE IN CHINA

By Onisemoh Princess

Meet this made in China
As we watched it’s various scenes
It’s themes we saw on screens
We watched as it made ninja’s
Through it’s various teasers
It picked for itself it’s diner

Meet this made in China
As we wished it never came close
That we never take from it’s dose
That the pathetic stories remain tales
Never to halt our wagging tails
That it never gets a willing miner

Meet this made in China
As we saw it creeping prints
That barged our doors with no hints
We saw as it kept moving
But never calculated it’s coming
It posed as a mere liner

Meet this made in China
That picked for itself a cute name
And does well to acquire fame
Though at the tip of many tongues
To habour it guest, none longs
Its presence makes none finer

Meet this made in China
That picks for all a uniform
Though unwilling, many conform
It picks for the masses a glove
Though to it, they long to shove
Making out of many the whiner

Meet this made in China
The anticipation is for it’s departure
Many prays that it doesn’t mature
It pain and despair does well to scare
The rising numbers causing the fear
The wait is for the final
©️Princessonis_

REFLECTION

By Gbadamosi Joseph

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Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the strongest of them all?
Master, it’s the king!,
Oh no it’s the Prince!.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
who’s the finest of them all?,
Sharon! Sharon!, it must be!,
Oh no!, I think it’s Esther!.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the most handsome of them all?,
Master it’s Emmanuel!,
Oh no!, must be Joshua!.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the smartest of them all?,
Daniel! Daniel!,it must be!,
Oh no!, probably Michael.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the richest of them all?
Master!, it’s your friend!,
Oh no!, it’s your Love.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the holiest of them all?,
Steven!, Steven!, it must be!,
Oh no!, Probably Peter!.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the best of them all?
Again another you must say!
But tell me mirror why it can’t be me?!!

Summary
The poem “REFLECTION” is loaded with messages the major of which is DEPRESSION . You see,many times people get depressed on what they are not. It seems everyone is achieving their dreams, everyone is better than them, everyone has it all except them and sometimes they end up passing the aggression on others or even living like an hermit. I’m sure even you reading this poem may have felt like this in one way or the other. The truth is everyone has their specific gifts and talents which are targeted towards their purpose. The success of every individual is measured by how much he/she has achieved purpose. Don’t let anyone tell you your best is not good enough. Your best is good enough!.
There is also a healthy use of figures of speech. The statement “Mirror Mirror on the wall” is an allusion to the popular movie “Snow white” in which the wicked Queen kept asking a magic mirror who was the fairest in the kingdom so she could eliminate such a person and be the one. The name Steven and Peter are allusions to biblical characters who were known to be holy. Repetition, is also used as statements are repeated again and again for emphasis sake. Irony is also included. The mirror is supposed to know all but it seems it is not even sure which means no one actually has it all. The poem ends with a rhetorical question leaving the reader to find out the answer.

THE VIRUS

By Gbadamosi Joseph

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He lurks in the dark,
Kleptomaniac fingers reaching out,
Slowly he awaits,
Like a leopard for his prey,
I look over my shoulder,
I see but his shadow,
his claws and his fangs,
his size and his might,
Desperation grips me tight,
Astonishment pats me on the back,
Despair hugs me,
Fear stabs me,
I take a step,
He takes a thousand,
I take two,
He takes ten thousand,
Now I’m running,
the wind tears against my face,
with all the strength in the world,
I run my last race,
Alas!, I slip and I fall,
my skull makes a sound,
the virus leaps,
my heart skip 10 beats,
suddenly I awake,
to the sound of morning bells,
tears stream down my face,
it was only but a dream.

Summary
The poem is obviously a dark poem with the central theme being “FEAR”. The poem is saddled with meanings. Like an Hunter with his gun and a chef with his knife, the author makes use of figures of speech to adequately communicate his message, taking his reader on a journey of Adventure. He springs up the element of surprise at the end. The poem talks about the fear individuals have for diseases and illness before they happen. Just recently Corona Virus has taken the stage and some will kill themselves either as a result of overdose of medicines or psychological Stress. Protect yourself, be on the watch out but fear kills faster than the enemy. The idea the Author is trying to pass across by saying it’s a dream is that there is a very good possibility you are imagining things and it won’t get to you.

🌤 MY SUN

By Gbadamosi Joseph

I Introduce to you my Sun,
the day in my night,
the rose in my farm,
the depth of my heart,
the love of my life.

I Introduce to you my Sun,
a lady of substance,
a lady of virtue,
a lady with a smile,
that brightens any day.

I Introduce to you my Sun,
the pyramid of Egypt,
the statue of liberty,
the silver in the mountains,
the ocean in the desert.

(Smiles) I Introduce to you my Sun,
Her skin glows golden,
Her hair jet black,
Her gait and stance,
Beyond your wildest dreams

I Introduce to you my Sun,
the bone of my bones,
the flesh of my flesh,
the beat of my heart,
the apple of my eyes.

I Introduce to you my Sun,
Stare and Stare if you must,
For by day break tomorrow, you may see her no more

THE WESTERN SUN ☀

By Gbadamosi Joseph

The Eastern Sun rose one day,
to ask a question so germain,
and to the western Sun he asked,
WHO ARE YOU?

I am the Sun that rises from the
west,she said
the beheld future that never becomes,
the hope of the indolent,
the cry of the hopeless.

Fathers have said,
Mothers have warned,
Teachers have taught,
Mentors have instructed,
to their young ones they said,
the sun rises from the east and sets
in the west.

I am the Western Sun,
the possibility of impossibilities,
the escape of the lazy,
the cause of strangled destinies.

I am the Western Sun,
the enemy of the wise,
the hope of the foolish,
the obstruction of order,
the stagnation of time.

I am the Western Sun,
the weapon of failure,
the pillar of depression,
the voice of one crying in the
wilderness,
do not follow the ancient path.

And with her chest puffed out with
pride,
Like an eagle soaring high,
the western Sun looked down at the
Eastern Sun,
and asked,
WHO ARE YOU?

I am the Eastern Sun,she said
The Sun that rises from the east and
sets in the west,
the beheld future that always
becomes,
the hope of the resilient,
the cry of the diligent.

I am the Eastern Sun,
the saying of Fathers,
the warnings of Mothers,
the teachings of teachers,
the instructions of mentors,
to their young ones they said,
the Sun rises from the East and Sets
in the West.

I am the Eastern Sun,
the possibility of possibilities,
the compass of the diligent,
the rising of men.

I am the Eastern Sun,
the enemy of the foolish,
the hope of the wise,
the establishment of order,
the movement of time.

I am the Eastern Sun,
the weapon of success,
the pillar of destiny,
the voice of one crying in the
wilderness,
Follow the ancient path.

Summary
The Poem, Western sun is a poem loaded with meanings. The central theme however is the principles,accepted norms and values that lead to success and the fulfilment of dreams. They include diligence,hardwork,perseverance, consistency e.t.c. The Western Sun in the poem refers to the impossible. Naturally the Sun never rises from the west (Stanza 2:I am the Sun that rises from the west).Many people prefer the short cuts to success. They ignore the established principles of Success that has been proven over ages to produce results.

The Eastern Sun refers to the voice of reason. The principles that have been taught to produce results. The values and norms that connect individuals to their desirable future. A future where all her dreams lie.

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THE IGNORANT PREY

By Princess Onisemoh

Tell me what all these is about!
Their eyes gazes discrimination
The city splashes heavy drops of coercion
In pain, she is forced to walk in silence
Their word lashes all amounts to violence
The young girl breathes in intimidation
She woke to see the call to this mutilation
Her choice, no expression in walking out

Tell me what I have not heard!
Young hauwa was barely just five
When papa picked for her a live
She grew to only just follow
Even if it was an act in sorrow
To her, this man looked a beast
But in his arms, she was told to feast
To her slaughter, she seemed to be led

He wished mom was there to listen
Femi was just a young lad
When aunt bunmi suddenly went mad
She locked the door behind
Her copples enough to blow one’s mind
Her fingers dwindling around his pork sword
Through it all, he muttered not a word
Yet, mom was too busy to be seen

Chika wished he was allowed to ask
His questions were over a dex
But Momma scorned the word sex
In his nursery, the girl had called “lets do the do”
Her pigeon he had watched as she coo
He learnt from friends what mom never said
And ensured mummy never heard
Now His exploits seem to bask

Christianah screamed out a No!
Some soccer he just must play
Now she is the succor to his day
One He chooses to hold bound
So His bed can have her round
She pleads to be left alone
His enticements she dashes as bone
But He just wouldn’t let go!!!

We have kept quiet enough
Watching this horrible move too long
Let the weak launchout so strong
That the torn willingly seeks amend
And the depressed says “it’s not the end”
That all rises equipped for this fight
That sexuality is everyone’s right
Ignorance must indeed be pulled off!!!!

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THE MIRROR

By Gbadamosi Joseph

The mirror on the wall,

The self that I reflect,

The picture I portray,

The second of me.

The mirror on the wall,

The impossible me,

The one that people ,

Only wants to see.

The mirror on the wall,

The fake version of me,

The pink apple that is so,

Unhappy with me.

The mirror on the wall,

the self that I hate,

but without a choice,

I follow in pain.

ANOTHER MAN’S DREAM

HANNAH SOYOMBO

For long I didn’t know I was in a race that was never meant to be mine

Had a hunch the haste might be a waste

Yet didn’t stop,just wanted a dream like hers’

Nurturing a dream that can’t be visualised

I abide with care the dream until this moment I realised

This was never my dream

This ain’t ever the vision

I was struggling to fit in others race

Instead find my pace

I needed a projection that will be genuinely mine

But Just when I could realized I have already walked miles

Chasing a other man’s DREAM.

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

MORENIKEJI OLUWASEUN GLORIA

To the menace himself,
Who brought me down like a book from the shelf,
Shattered, scattered, and tattered
Became my self esteem
My light so bright became dim
Vengeance I seek so high
Oh yes! An eye for an eye

To the man whose beauty took away my breath,
Whose dream I want to birth
Leaving my own vision in shred
In affection he took away my sense,
Used me, leave me in a mess
Vengeance I seek so high,
Oh yes! An eye for an eye

FEARS 😓

CELESTINA

Intensity in its forceful form,
Searing deeply into the soul,
Bringing the weak-minded to their knees.

The roaring of “it” like that of a ferocious tigress,
Gnawing at our insides,
Lulling us into a never-ending recess from the evergreen.

Only the one who is strong enough to stand it,
One who’s alert to listen to the silent whispers of the forest,
Above the noise of the storms and the feared turbulence,
Only then can he soar like an eagle.
A monument never to recede.