Esther Godwish

 Esther, a name like a whispered prayer,

A fleeting glimpse, a captured moment rare.

Olajide, with lens and hopeful eye,

Found more than a photo beneath the sky.

He sought to master light and shade,

But in her smile, a new world was made.

Her laugh, a melody, soft and low,

A mutual spark, a sudden, fiery glow.

But shadows fall where hope takes root,

A wicked tongue, a bitter fruit.

Their boss, a serpent, sly and cold,

A treacherous tale, a lie was told.

"A philanderer," the poison flowed,

A heavy burden, a crushing load.

Her trust was shattered, a fragile pane,

And what could have been was washed with rain.

They stayed as friends, a fragile thread,

With silent words and things unsaid.

A casual call, a knowing text,

The what-ifs lingering, what's next?

He tried to prove his heart was true,

But doubt's dark veil obscured the view.

Until one day, by chance or fate,

They met again, outside the gate.

Oshodi's chaos, a vibrant hum,

Where future's whispers and pasts become.

Amid the crowds, their eyes connect,

A bridge of longing, no longer wrecked.

The lie unraveled, the truth stood clear,

Dispelling all the doubt and fear.

And there, in a world of frantic pace,

They found their love, in time and space.

A new beginning, a love reborn,

From shattered pieces, a brand new morn.

Their story now, a testament to time,

A love that's patient, strong, and truly prime.

Esther and Olajide, hand in hand,

A new love story, across the land.

MAYBE SOMEDAY AGAIN

You remember the days you laughed so freely

Your gap-toothed grin wide enough to split a coconut

The sound of your happiness at half past three

In the early mornings as you tossed on your mat

You texted back and forth morning and evening 

And in your excitement you forgot moral reasoning 

You forgot to give your heart, but keep your mind

Now two years later, you're finally off that high.

The first three months were pure agony.

You struggled and battled with self denial

And told yourself the same old story:

I'll rather die single than give any man my all

By the seventh month, your tears had dried

And all the sleepless nights had gone

You breathed freely again

And all your pain has died

Now it's the twenty fourth month

And not a trace of that girl remains

You face work squarely, not looking anyone in the face

But on the rare occasion that you actually smile?

It hits passers-by and everyone around

Like blind men seeing the sun the first time

Written By

Ololade Agoro

Where Are You, Tobinsco?

You always had a way of fading,

Not out of spite, not for evading

Just a ghost in digital air,

Here today, gone who knows where.

We joked about your silent streak,

The missed replies, the once-a-week.

But even then, your soul was loud

In every beat, you drew a crowd.

Your music spoke when you did not,

Notes and bars, your every thought.

A voice that soared, raw and pure,

With dreams too wild for maps to secure.

But now, it’s been a year or more,

No “yo,” no track, no metaphor.

No late-night call, no one-line joke,

Just memories, and songs you spoke.

Where are you, Tobi? Where’d you go?

The world still turns, but we don’t know.

Did life get heavy? Did dreams collapse?

Or did you find peace in a quieter path?

We’re not mad, just missing you,

Your chaos, charm, your point of view.

The inbox stays unread, untouched,

But still, we hope it’s not too much.

So if somehow you see or hear,

Know we remember, we still care.

The silence speaks, but still we pray,

That Tobinsco finds his way.

To Betty, With Love I Never Saw Coming

 

Once we laughed with hearts unchained,
As friends who thought love had been explained
But time, in silence, wrote a twist,
And now it's you I deeply miss.

Betty, your name
Rings like poetry inside my frame.
A melody I didn't mean to learn,
Yet now it's all for you I yearn.

I never planned to fall this way,
It crept in slow, then swept my day.
From shared glances to quiet grace,
I found my home in your embrace.

You were a friend, the truest kind,
But now you're rooted in my mind
Not as before, but something new,
A flame of love I never knew.

I don’t expect the world to shift,
Just hope these words, like breeze, might lift
The weight of all I never said,
And dreams of you that fill my head.

If ever there’s a chance to be,
More than what the past could see
I’d hold your hand, no longer hide,
With love that’s grown from deep inside.

7:56AM

We wake each day with a smile that shields the pain,
Hiding truth behind the masks we wear, again and again.
From those who think we owe them every why and how,
As we stumble through the silence, they still expect us to somehow

Narrate the chaos in our chests,
While we're just trying to catch our breath.
Fighting battles deep inside,
Barely staying afloat, but still we hide.

We chase their standards, play their game,
While life consumes us all the same.
At the end, it feels we’re falling short,
That we’re not enough in their report.

And so they grow cold, they misread our stance
Thinking we don’t care, we missed our chance.
But this lonely road we’ve come to know
Has oddly become our safest home.

Because this world asks for more than we can give:
To rise, to shine, to strive, to live.
To impact loved ones, to please the crowd,
To match demands that scream too loud.

Expectations that never match our own,
Realities we face when we’re alone.
Yet we bend and twist just to belong,
Hoping not to be labeled wrong.

Then comes silence
And the bond we held dissolves like mist,
Fading to an abstract nothingness that we can’t resist.

And here I am,
Like many more
Surrounded by yellow buses, concrete floors.
Marching like a ghost in this endless city stream,
Chasing 2k in a 7:56 dream.

Stay In The Light

burn love into air dust

and let us slowly

breathe it

up our nostrils

like cocaine

i know the fire 

in your eyes

find the river

on my lips

let us merge

the elements

and become one

water and fire;

the magic of

hot and cold...

burn love into

the surface of 

our hearts let 

the flames of

passion consume 

us completely  

I drink deeply 

from the river

of your lips 

temperatures 

molten us together

like metallic 

elements we

are liquified.

Goodnight my queen

Fantastic Garden

Your breath intoxicating 

My heart drunk in you

Love swirls deep satisfaction 

Perfume chains you and me, us, we

Our making love is sensational 

Luxurious this amazing arousal 

Sensitivity speaks, ecstasy flows

Your embrace ignited 

Sizzling tingles throbbing 

Our bodies become a butterfly cascade

Spinal sensations release endorphins 

Inches away our lips collide 

Quickly our bodies collapse 

Loud echoes of pleasures sound

This is creates our fantastic garden

Examination Message

 Dear Friend,

Congratulations on finishing your test! I hope you're feeling proud of yourself for putting in all the hard work and effort to prepare for it. You have worked so hard, and now it's time to take a deep breath and relax.

I want to wish you the best of luck as you wait for the results. I know that you have done your best, and that is what matters most. So whether you passed with flying colors or not, know that you gave it your all, and that is something to be proud of.

Remember to take some time to rest and recharge. You deserve it! And no matter what the outcome, know that you have people who love and support you every step of the way. So here's to a job well done, and may the results be in your favor.

Best of luck, friend!

Poem to a love one

 Oh Dear,

You light up my life like the sun in the sky.

Your smile and your laughter, so infectious and true,

I cannot imagine a day without you.

Your eyes sparkle bright like the stars up above,

And your heart is so warm and full of love.

You're the missing piece to complete my soul,

With you by my side, I feel whole.

Your beauty is like a work of art,

And your presence in my life is a treasure in my heart.

My love for you will never fade,

And in your arms, I know I have it made.

Dear, you are my queen,

My heart, my soul, my everything.

I promise to love and cherish you every day,

Forever and always, in every single way.

Two world's Alike

It was a rainy day, and the bus terminal was bustling with travelers rushing to their destinations. Among the crowd were two strangers, Amara and Jide. Amara had just graduated from college few years back with her fashion business her path way to billions, Amara was headed home after a stressful day to get clothing materials, while Jide was on his way back from his role as a manager for a big oil and gas firm.

As they waited for their buses which wasn't coming, They both decided to take a detour to get to their destination as time is of the essence, Amara with her baggages fought for Tired Jide to secure the last seat on a napep heading to Daleko. Amara and Jide struck up a conversation. At first, it was just small talk about the weather and their destinations, but soon they found themselves talking about their lives and ambitions. Amara talked about her dream of becoming a multi millionaire business woman, while Jide shared his passion for writing.

As they chatted, they realized they had a lot in common. Both had grown up in small towns and felt like outsiders in the big city. They both loved reading and shared a love for classic rock. Before they knew it, their buses arrived, and they said their goodbyes, promising to stay in touch.

Over the next few weeks, Amara and Jide exchanged emails and messages, discussing everything from their favorite books to their hopes and fears. They discovered that they had a deep connection and understanding of each other.

Months went by, and Amara landed a job in Jide's city. Excited to be closer to her newfound friend, she reached out to Jide, and they decided to meet up. They went to a local bookstore and spent hours browsing through the shelves, recommending books to each other and laughing at the silly titles.

Afterward, they went to a small café and shared stories over cups of coffee. It was then that they realized they had become great friends, thanks to their chance meeting at the bus terminal at Mushin on a rainy day.

Over the next few years, Amara and Jide's friendship blossomed. They shared many adventures, exploring new cities and trying new foods. They were there for each other through thick and thin, celebrating each other's successes and supporting each other through tough times.

As they sat on a bench in a park, watching the sunset, Amara turned to Jide and said, "You know, it's funny to think that we met at a bus terminal. If it weren't for that chance encounter, we might have never become friends."

Jide smiled and replied, "I know. But I'm glad we did. You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

Amara felt a warm feeling in her heart, knowing that Jide felt the same way she did. They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sky turn from orange to pink to purple, grateful for the unexpected friendship that had blossomed from a simple conversation at a bus terminal.

Reminiscing

It all began at the mall,

With beauty as bright as the moon, 

And symphonies to sustain a lifetime, 

Of slow kisses, cute smiles, I love You's

And promises of ever after.

From dreams to nightmares,

For my actions and inactions,

Of lack of commitment and divided halo's,

A burrow to our castle plan.

Which freed your butterfly from my cocoon.

Here I'm alone and reminiscing our past.

My lies you'd see through,

You (my gem) I'd never find again, 

I lost you to my faux stories.

I hurt the one I love the most,

If only I could rewrite us

On the sand of time,

Maybe this time I'd protect our names

From being blown away

By the breeze of my undoing.

Written by Oladipo Afeez Olajide

MY MUSLIMAH

 Doubt I felt when, this year,

I heard her voice;

Confused. Shocked. I thought
I had failed her.

However, happiness hones me —

Gifted with a milky object from within.

Naughtiness is the language of her body.

A moment with her brightens my thoughts.

Her smiles would heal an ill nation.

She is a rose for whom I spite other flowers.

Unbeknownst to her, my inner self of true feeling.

Scared to touch her each time I come close.

A mirage, to me, she appears.

But she endows me spiritually, with reminders of solat —

My adhan, straight from Allah.

Yet unaware, she glows away darkness.


Innocence

is what i see every time I gaze,

Every time she looks away.

She's that artifact a man would like to own

She's like the cloud we can see, but can't touch;

Mature enough to make me a platonic friend,

But that is not all I ever wanted.


Written by
Oladipo Afeez Olajide

@Ladoime 

Déjà vu

Behear silence's voice

Flying in dark breathe.

Behear songs of the moon

They crawled into my ears.


Be-sight the snow falling with bliss

Like rain of joyous grace.

I see long and wide

But I see shades

I see shades of gone nights

With all nature's bless

Upon lovers' will and smile



But beneath the earth they live

Our moon shines black;

The days are gone

But I heir your love-steps

And the days we had.



Here I live breathless

With your face in my head

I see déjà vu,

It says I miss you.


Written & Edited by

Idris Olabisi
Afeez Olajide Oladipo

HEAVEN

When the day's broken into night

and the moon pour you cold breeze,

When loneliness sits on your lap

and lewd thirst crawls between your thighs

.

Do not shut your eyes for a movie wish

that my hands pat the valley on your chest

while I thrust into your private world

as would a vulture at the scene of war

.

but whisper me into nostril of the night,

for a call lies the space 'tween us

.

I'll race forth like the shot of sound

to gift you the cloth of my skin

then like a saint on a missionary strait

we will path heaven as lucid beings.

Written & Edited by

Idris Olabisi

Afeez Olajide Oladipo

WHEN YOU COME

When the day dies
And its back is laid in night
I will be beside its tomb
In pool of solitude, awaiting
your lips to kiss me to life.
.
When you come,
Walk your soul over me
Put me through the valley on your chest
Melt our spirits through a path
Of lovers in amorous chaste.
.
When you come,
Burn my skin into blue flame,
With the heat between your thighs
Spread the ash on the berth
Until our sweats rain into morn.


Written & Edited by



Idris Olabisi

Afeez Olajide Oladipo

TITLE UNKNOWN

Here I am again,
Doing what gives me no gain,
Spilling heartfelt words,
For a new found muse,
This gift I thought
Was lost in a pile of waste,
Like other gabbages,
Not useful to human race,
Yet it's the reason I get solace,
From the reality of this harsh world,
As a man of few words,
My bloody ink is often depleted,
Every time I visit this bank,
It pumps till my tank is exhausted,
My zeal remains the driver,
Of this uber of creativity,
My attraction the fuel for this crazivity.

Here I am again,
In a sacred sanctuary,
Surrounded by feathers,
Clinging to illusory hope,
Of a future unknown,
Risking all like I did in the past,
A different outcome for my goal,
A gambler I am,
Risking the unknown,
And stalking my entirety,
For if I win,
I stand to gain the world,
Yet if I lose,
I risk to lose this world.


Ladoime ©

7.01. 2019

RESPECT

Respect according to wikitioinary can be define as good opinion, honor or admiration of person (s), 

It can also mean an attitude of high consideration or high regard.

Jean Jacquise Rousseau once said man was born free but lived everywhere in chains, what brought

the bondage he don't know, but the explanation of how he got there was the totality of his writing.

These black stone/ undogmatic of Jean research progress can be seen in the life of human,

particularly in youthful or adolescents stage of their life, when people who can be seen as guardian,

parent or elders believe due to their knowledge and experience of life derived from the many years

spent on earth.

These elders believe they have not only the power to shape teenage future but to also enforce a

desired course of action on their younger one's. Though these treat is vivid in every society from the

western developed economy to the developing nations in Africa.

However it is a dominate culture in Africa society, as the value of respect for elderly ones has

primacy over any other factors, which may include economic, socio-political and religious factor.



The concept of Respect is not only ideological but also the doctrinal expression used by leaders in

any society to maintain the status quo and command obedience from the totality of the population,

which can be seen according to the indirect Form of socialization that, obedience to one's parents can

translate into obedience to Government, and obedience to government according to the divine theory

is obedience to God.... i. e whatever the leader/ruler say is law is law, and disobedience to the ruler is

disobedience to God and vise versa.


 However to avoid further digression from the subject matter, the rational behind this school of

thought is that, it is of the believe that these elders know the teenagers better than they do themselves,

therefore have the authority to make the young ones take a desired course of action and command

compliance either with / without the use of sanctions.


These postulation brings to light another contemporary and wide questions such as who knows the

best action that will bring progress to one's live, A guardian or the person?

 How can we define the best action?


Hence, Philosophers, Scholars in support of the elders believe this elder derived their authority from

 the bases of economic and spiritual need, these can be seen when they provide economic needs for

the young people such, provision of food, clothes, shelter, security. Not only that, the elders also

provide spiritual needs by forcing such teenager to religious gathering be it church or mosque.

 Thus, noting the benefits derived from the elders by the younger generation does it really suffice as a

cogent reason for the elders to impose their will on the young generation even to their own detriment.

If the younger generation however fail to take their desired course of action, these can be major

stimulant for conflict which can degenerate into escalation stage.


The issue of respect if not properly manage can lead to lack of communication and will in the long

run bring delay in socioeconomic development in any society.


In view of these literature the issue of respect should be a universal issue which is applicable in not

only a vertical direction i.e hierarchical relationship but horizontal in it applicability, i.e. Relationship

among equal, the essence of these is to checkmate and guide against abuse of the power given for

personal gain or promote personal ideology or interest.

MOCKINGBIRD

I'm flirting with a demon I could hardly define,
I'm wooing the air I could hardly hold,
I place all hope in a basket on the river bank,
Yet I'm as strong as the igneous rock,

I'm homed with a clown I could hardly describe,
With smile on my lips I could hardly decide,
I thought of his goals and I was all but dismayed,
With lot on my head all I could do was gaze,

Yet my stare was as clear as the sky,
With darkness all I seek was light,
I figured a way but with no design,
I'm building a home of air in the cloud,
With a scream so loud I'm all but awake,
Only to realize it all in farce,
Then I noticed I've alight from my dream,

Been a man was all I aim,
To be the best is nothing but a game,
Life is a conquest,
I'm a victor,
Challenge my daily hurdle,
As all focus on wealth and the life beyond,
Here I'm  been a mocking bird
Spilling every thought with no regret


Written by Oladipo Afeez Olajide

THE JOURNEY

Once upon a time,
In a town quite far,
was a boy housing
the soul of a man.

schooled like his likes,
learned in the lessons
of a leader — to have
a goal ahead of his head.

unlike his father's wants,
the media was his place
to find a voice, a means
to his turning point.

he vowed to wow his lots
with a greater cost to pay;
leaving linguistics to
pursuing political science.

the papers prepared him
for greater battles against
forces within the school
when his passes were failed.

embittered by the exit of near
and dear ones — the crew which
he was a part of; spending
an extra time to score this goal.

friends go, friends come:
he renewed his circle with faces
from a future he didn't foresee
while his night broke into dawn.

he bought & sold to pass his time
within this prison of classes & tests
& later bagged his degree a year after:
ready for a new phase as a youth corper.


Written by Oladipo Afeez Olajide


Edited by Rilwan Tukur

MEMORIES

Eyes wide shut,
Barrel of memories replaying,
Each drop from the barrel,
A different taste of beverage,
Sometimes its honey other times its Campari
Either way it all liquid,
Hot or cold,
Every gulp remind me of my past,
Good or bad,
Happy or sad,
Fun or boring,
It remains my core.

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