MOMENT IN LOVE

 



It all began,
With my thoughts in words,
My words in rhymes,
My rhymes in love,
And my love in you.

If anyone asks you,
Tell them I'm a little mad,
Say I looked for you,
At the bottom of every bottle,
Hoping to find happiness,
Cause I miss you bad.

If anyone asks you,
Just say the sun forgot to shine,
And the earth stood still,
Say happiness exists still,
And I found mine at the bottom of a labeled bottle,
Which label reads your name.

If anyone asks you,
Tell them I've been drinking all year,
Now I'm drunk to stupor,
Not of alcohol however,
But for the love you showered on me.

If anyone ask you,
Tell them I've been smoking for decades,
For reason unknown,
Until I met you,
My sight was bright as sun,
And reason so clear as star,
That which have been smoking,
Was your love wrapped in rizzla.

If anyone ask you,
Tell them I've been writing,
For a particular reason,
That glued our fate,
Make us mate,
Just to start with a date,
Maybe at this rate,
Our love would escalate,
To a level we procreate,
For our family to relate,
Leading us to celebrate,
What we just created.

If anyone ask you,
Just tell them what we Feel,
Is fireproof.

CRIMINAL CELEBRITIES

This piece stands to portray events in most African nations and countries with similar

attributes such as failing economy system, corruption, civil unrest, clamour for secession,

marginalization, poverty, high level of illiteracy and terrorism both psychological and

physical, under-development e.t.c amongst others.



It is a known fact that countries which exemplify most factors listed above often forsake attribute

such as pious, truth and integrity  for the opposite and people who possess such character are often

seen as fools...



Why thieves, vindictive, erratic liars are often celebrated and turned into demi-gods, even

Almighty would have to pause on some occasion to acknowledge this celebrity criminals as

often seen in mosque when Jumat prayers are often delayed till their arrival or in church

where sermons are tailored to suit our modern criminals.



This criminals don't use physical weapons such as gun, knives, bombs to kill but they wield power

(words) which is the greatest weapons of all.



They wage psychological wars on human race and humanities by not only denying them of their

basic needs and necessity but also instigate a fraction and/or race to take some desired course of

action which would certainly lead to the doom/demise of both the race and individual pawns

involved leaving corpse on the path to their road to success, and committing Ungodly crime such as

genocide and destruction.



Despite their crimes ranging from embezzling and misappropriation to war, they are often

celebrated like a celebrity which they are due to the consent of populace either election or

 by appointment, "voice populi voice dae" voice of the people, voice of God respectively.



The reason they still continue to loot our future and bastardize our present linger on the consent

 which the people have given them either via poverty (selling of votes) illiteracy ( i.e the

gullibility of believing in lies either from our religious leaders, ethnic leaders or tribal

background) which are nothing but a tool to politicians and various political actors) \.



While I was young, my parent often enslave my mentality into believing that the God mostly

recognized by my nation Christianity and Islam, perhaps one of the same God in various

form and various cultural background.


but now I ask my fellow readers "is it wrong to believe in oneself ?"


If you don't believe in you and you claim to belief in God "to what extent ?"



Parent as we know them are guardian who are to explain the do's and don't and existing

 protocol / social order of life without interjecting or enforcing personal traits or attributed as our

way of life, the opposite is usually the case, we are different and cannot be our parents' photocopy.

 Why can't they appreciate our difference and not use other A' type robot peers as a

yardstick for our success...

AWOKEN NIGHT

Of all the dames,
She was dear,
With smiles on lips,
I was lost in love,
But what she felt,
I know not.


In a period of time,
I heard the whisper,
It came in words,
And words in thought,
That what I seek,
Was what I'd get.


Like the fool I am,
It all began,
Like air is to human,
I'm glued to her,
Like fuel is to car,
We became inseparable.


With dawn upon,
I soon realize,
That with these progress,
She'd soon be gone,
To a life so far away.

Yet from the start,
She was never mine,
I fell like a ghost,
Without her smile,
And her cozy stare,
That melts my soul.


I wanted a night,
So close to her,
Just a cuddle
Was what I seek,
Like a disease,
She refrain from me,
And moved north,
When I headed south,
And moved west,
When I headed east.


While her pushes
Tagged me a thief,
Who had come
To claim it all.


The happiness grown,
a few months back,
But my only aim
Was a moment with her,

I was woke at dawn,
With a kiss on lips,
And her penetrating gaze,
Upon my soul,
At this moment,
My conviction was convicted,
That come rain and shine,
She'd still be here,
And no matter what,
She'd be glued to me...

Written by Olajide Oladipo
FEBRUARY 11, 2016

Good Friday

Life stress for some is measured day by day,

And it accomplishment for most is in disarray,

This is the story of a good friday,

Which promised all but a boring day, (hectic)

As the anchors disengage all the ships,

Captains are expecting the worst with prayer for the best,

Truth be told it all started as planned,

From grass to grace,

The day kicked it journey towards night,

And the muse left us all bemused, Our worst distraction in place,

Our major obstacle yet to be seen,

With lack of attention,

like an empty shell we sat and stare,

Not at him but in our mind, to find answers to unknown questions,

Without paying any heed he continued as planned,

But to our surprise his presence was short lived,

Not for us, nor to balance the inadequacy he created,

Rather to satisfy the mother of all habit.

Which ought to be always respected for who she was,

As she comfort those in need, And care for those indeed (demand),

Lady most would think, but laziness I know her to be,

As we were left to uncover what to come next,

Test we'd hope, but note we receive with a little saddened news,

That what we'd hope to get will be washed with the tide of the sea,

Not too far away,but far enough to be seen from afar,

With looming concern it became so clear,

Of the catastrophic coalition that had occur,

Same time different phenomenon,

How are we to survive the conspiracy against us,

Their force we fear was more than we can handle,

But their love we never know was more than they portray,

These night cloud has blinded our gaze toward hoping for the best.

But all in all, it was more than we'd hope for,

With smiles on most face it was labelled a good friday,

With rest of mind I stirred my ship home,

Not however alone but with cronies I hold dear to heart,

As we engage in witty words and funny jokes,

All on my mind was, what is to come,

Cause the hope I have and the strength I hold are what will see me through,

My present predicament, known to none,

With that in mind all I did was fraternize with cronies,

Feign looks accessing the growth of most,

When she returned I was embedded in cloths of jealousy,

While trying to so hard to adjust to my playboy attitude,

With lots of unspoken words we part our ways,

Not in kind but with doubts,

That which none would love to share with the other,

I decide to forgo that with refuge from my hommies,

Who I'd believe gat my back always,

But all effort was to be short lived,

As the sound of my phone was as audible as ever,

The voice on the other end could all but remind me of my predicament. (Dyv call)

But as all hope was almost lost,

There she is, my friend, my nemesis, my antagonist Who had made me smile for every moment spent with her than sadden my world,

Our friendship based on similar attribute, of laziness, social, sexual maturity and relative with people.

But her trait seem not to be the focus of these writing rather her deeds,

The good ones to be precise,

As she alight from the black seldan,

So has the angel who would save my day, been my usual self,

Connected with her and we related on how things goes,

Then she'd surprise me by solving my initial doubt,

With a rush of happiness I was speechless,

Yet in truth I remain composed,

Pretending it all mean little to me,

When it actually mean the world to me,

We had a little stroll and gist like we always do,

But with the aftermath I asked myself,

To what extend can a player be played,

And to what length can a lover be lost,

Now I see reason for my trust issue,

People trust because they have no reason no to.