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

DEAR FROM AFAR

Olajide Oladipo

Hello my dear from the rear,

My feelings for you i bear, 

But all i offer to you is a pear,

Just for you to appear, 

A feign look you wear,

But my courage you geared,

All my effort this year,

Will all but not quell,

Oh! my pearl,

A stallion i'm to your mare,

Emotion seen in care,

But i know the time is near,

And you'd have to adhere,

That cupid is here,

To bless our heir,

A peer we earn,

 Destiny Mtika

Awww! Hello my dear from a far place,

Though worlds apart we are,

Still we together are inclined,

Like the pairs of the eyes blinking together,

So we exchange texts checking on each other,

The feeling of loneliness that use to cling on me then,

No longer exits because you embrace each day with thy sweet melodies.

Olajide Oladipo 

Mars I'd be to your Venus,

Cupid is there to bond us,

Heir is ours to flaunt with,

Every moment would be explain in books,

Every sound record as album,

And act will be directed as a season movies,

For this is our story on infinity Love

 

WHAT SHE'S NOT

Confused and attracted is how I feel, 

That began the story the day I met she, 

For I was mesmerized from she's not,
She's no sun yet she's glow,
She's no moon yet she's bright,
She's no angel yet she beautiful,
She's no tailor yet she mend my heart,
She's no potter yet mold my home,
She's no coach yet I'm her world best player,
She's no lecturer yet I learn from her,
She's no star yet she shine,
She's no number yet she's my perfect 8,
She's that diamond every man what to own, 

Yet my lack of resourcefulness and timidity divest me from her....

II

To her I'm but like a glass, cause all of me is so vivid to her,
She's no detective but she knows my crimes,
She just convicted me recently to a life of love so far away,
She's the reason I'm quick to wake when I go to bed,
She's the reason I'm full of emotion,
Yet so hungry to love.

Ladoime
05/06/2015

MY ANNABELLE

Smiles on lips,
Just like tulips,
Calm in face,
Just like a dove,
Yet heart blazing,
With fire within.


Of all zodiac,
She's as proud as queen,
And of all animal,
She represent the king,
Her roar she'd believe,
Could end the world,
But her thought to me all just in words.


Heart of a lion friendly like a dog,
And her presence attract all in hall,
From which she'd learn to reject,
Iridescent looks and intelligent brain,
What she possess became another possession.


Not in "fact" but yet in thought,
Thoughts of words,
Words of mind,
Yet unspoken truth.


For if the words are let out,
It will be the basis of rise or death,
Rise to grace but dead at heart,
For those who'd dare,
It the story of another tale.


Yet when  it all seem true,
Perhaps too true to be real,
Making me so me that I'd love to be someone else,
And so vulnerable I'd need to hide,
Hide from truth,
The truth in me and the me in I,
But the knowledge of she is what I'd keep at heart,
And the friendship I'd value for life.

Cyborg 1/05/2016

BROTHERHOOD

Bored I felt,
When I should be alive,
Forsake by cronies who'd promise to be forever here,
Though not with anyone but me,
With half time whistle they all disappeared,
Forced into loneliness,
I began to alter my allegiance,
With my other friends,
Those who I've always aspire to understand,
With a good rapport,
A different pot of fish,
From a high fence,
I gazed down upon them,
Making explanation for their various action,
Of how beauty could knee in for a beast,
And the one's creating sounds for the soul,
Side by side they sat next to each other,
Like brothers from the same mother,
Depicting the africa traditional character for brotherhood,
I could all but be sad,
Realisation that the mother of all is Eve,
Cause my lips to be painted in smiles and kisses,
All in my imaginary world,
Yet in reality,
Brotherly bond broken by the sword of despair,
That which they wield against each other,
With the threat of death and bruise looming,
And innocent mediator suffering all consequences,
But in the end they all had soften heart and loving soul,
Yet with lots of unspoken words it was all over...
That the story of saturn day....

ladoime
02/20/2016

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.