Category Archives: poem

Dancing In The Rain

Dancing in the rain,
when the drops fall on the dirty
roof washing it clean,
my teeth gnashing
as I shiver in cold,
my legs diving through the waters
as I make my way to my
destination.
Dancing in the rain,
washing away my pain
my thought faraway as I watch as waters run
through the gutter,cannals and
every
channels,
as I watch rain drop dancing on
the tarred road, as I watch as man and animals
scampered from the rain,
hiding under any standing
matter.
As for me, in the rain will I dance,
wasing away sad memories,for I will be pure like the rain
drops.
share to other lovers of spoken
words.

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Smoking Fish!

This is where he kept me
waiting,
where i sat for two hours
looking
then i sniff a bad odour,
earlier before then not in the lion’s den, he told me he wanted
to go and
Smoke Fish,he left.
but his mother never sold fish
not to say smoking it,but he
should have brought me along to help, then the odour increase,it
was a powerful smell, like some
burning weed or setting a cow
dung on fire, it was getting too
much,i stood up and did my head
tie proper,i walked out without those noise making slippers as i
sneak out on the one the
Supreme Being gave me,
Getting outside, yes there was
smoke,but this one was
different, it was travelling around him, he held something
like a burning stick in his hand,i
have never seen such magic
before,he open his mouth and
smoke ran out,oh i am dating a
god but i am not a goddess,this must be Sango(yoruba god of
thunder.)Sango of modern day.
But where is the fish?. I walk my
way in
no wonder he didn’t want me to
wander with him in the “smoking fish” journey, it was not easy,
he soon came in doing his
trouser
properly. He sat close to me,
smoking fish is really hard ,look
at your black lip even charcoal is not as black as this, your eyes
red like palm oil, even your body
odour is offensive.
You have to quit this business if
it is this hard or it will lead you
to the other of the river where i heard Lucifer is,he would be
more than willing to let you
smoke in his home and i can’t
marry a man who would fall for
death at his prime. Quit this
business now. Moral: Smokers are liable to die
young, it is detrimental to your
health. Pls quit now when you
can before it lead you to the
grave,think about your family
they love you, your life is precious.

This is where he kept me waiting,
where i sat for two hours
looking
then i sniff a bad odour,
earlier before then not in the
lion’s den, he told me he wanted to go and
Smoke Fish,he left.
but his mother never sold fish
not to say smoking it,but he
should have brought me along to help, then odour increase,it was a powerful smell, like some burning weed or setting a cow dung on fire, it was getting too much,i stood up and did my head
tie proper,i walked out without those noise making slippers as i sneak out on the one the Supreme Being gave me,
Getting outside, yes there was smoke,but this one was
different, it was travelling
around him, he held something like a burning stick in his hand,i have never seen such magic before,he open his mouth and smoke ran out,oh i am dating a god but i am not a goddess,this must be Sango(yoruba god of thunder.)Sango of modern day.
But where is the fish?. I walk my way in
no wonder he didn’t want me to wander with him in the “smoking
fish” journey, it was not easy, he soon came in doing his trouser properly. He sat close to me, smoking fish is really hard ,look at your black lip even charcoal is
not as black as this, your eyes red like palm oil, even your body odour is offensive.
You have to quit this business if it is this hard or it will lead you to the other of the river where i heard Lucifer is,he would be more than willing to let you smoke in his home and i can’t marry a man who would fall for death at his prime. Quit this business now.

Moral: Smokers are liable to die
young, it is detrimental to your
health. Pls quit now when you
can before it lead you to the
grave,think about your family
they love you, your life is precious.

Love Is Not For A Day!(Nigeria)

Today is a special day
the sun smiling as it pour down
it warm rays every Romeo and
Juilet roaming down the street
with a torch of red from head to
feet dancing to Cupid’s favourite tune “Love”
ending it with lustful desires in a
love nest. Hatred is in the air, peace had
travelled down the road of
despair, war is fair
did St.Valentine played these
roles?
he was held a prisoner who still displayed love not for a
day,a selected day but to the
point
he hugged death. Love should be allowed to shine
for the love you have is like a
sun that will dry up every leaf
of hatred,
peace shall be our great wall
of China which will reign for thousands of
decades
Olawale,Chinedu ,ibrahim must live in the pool of love and peace
only then can we live together
and plan to move forward.
HAPPY VALENTINE The End.

Death

Thou walk in like an unexpected thief,
thee sneaks in and do thy handiwork in a jiffy,living traces of sorrow and tears,
as a sign that thee had already visited.thou art a spirit, which is unwelcome,because the human body is willing to leave this mundane world.

Thee art cruel,mindless and careless,
making a child parentless,
A man wifeless,
A woman husbandless,
thee add everything “less” as trails of your visits.
your spirit wallows among the old and young casting everyone who you have your spell on to eternal sleep.

But despite all these,
either we like it or not,
we have to crave for you,
because you stand as a gate between this life and the after life, where the human soul leaves it earthly body to join the celestial bodies.
An everlasting sleep and a goodbye to the world

Ghetto Life

An environment below the norms, that guides a normal enviroment.
Rules guiding this abode is quite different from a standard society,yet great men and women arise from this place.

Growing up in the slum,where the meal formular was never complete,except you follow the dubious means.
Densely populated area, full of humans and inhumane materials that are against the health.
During the day,waking up to behold sight of chain smokers sitting here and there,the drunks yet to be sober,broken bottles littered everywhere which is an aftermath of persistence fighting.
Here you find the cunny,the bellicose,the trouble makers,the dregs and scums,the criminals,the good,the bad and ugly.
No room for the simpletons,even the dullards that end up living there,becomes a doll to others until they “wise up.”
Smiles do not just beam on the face,as everyone moves about with “a tough guy attitude.” just to prove they have no time for insensible act,even though within,they might not be able to put a bold front when challenged.

The life make individuals aboding there rugged to face life outside their system.
The anthem ” Hustling continue.”

Goodbye To January

The first month of the year,
A new phase of a new year,
I remembered alot of bubbles and celebration renting the air at the start of this
year.
I remembered every living torsoes promising heaven and earth to carry out their new year resolution.
After the jubilations of
seeing a new year,i remembered everyone being garrulous about the austere times in january.
Everyone trying to be as frugal as possible. Being extravangant at that period was seen as a curse, frugality was the order of the day.
Everyone gave a purile cry of the harsh moments.
Finally January is over. But don’t be too fast to bid january farewell, put your yet to attain resolutions into consideration. You can still meet up with everything.
Be thou as it may,as we all join to bid a goodbye to january,may February be more prosperous to everyone…

Goodbye to january====>Welcome to February

New year letter…

2013 came to an immediate end on the 31st of december, exactly by 12:00am,
never to be seen again atleast by this generation..

Today 1st of january 2014 brought new lime light into the world,
here we begin again even after stating new revolution or plan which ever you call it,
of which we all plan to implement but usually come to an abrupt end before the quarter of the year,
partly due to lack of focus and determination on our parts and sometimes circumstances beyond our control.

Here is the much awaited 2014, time to step up in whatever we are doing and welcome new and tasking challenges.

I pray we all have all a successful year.. HAPPY NEW YEAR and GOD BLESS…

I remain Olumide lekan

BATTLE SCARS. By Agbaakin jeremiah

Echoes from the realm of
inexorcisable death Grumbly voices A yearn for a second chance To taste the nectar of the
mundane world again The aftermaths of battle are
sibyline and sudden upon us The cheerful voices of the
market women are now griefs
of the captured combatants Who ponder everyday when
their clan they shall once see Blood! Bones! Rags of desecrated flesh-The
temple of God? Litter our milleau Genocide has violated our
paradise In the closet of our house we
gather to mourn The death of our brothers and
the exile of peace From our land. In those thirty melancholic
months We run helter skelter A war births the beginning of
the others Like a fertile spyrogyra Behold!The war is no more with
us But the daughters of its binary
fission Have declared their insurgency
on us They deepen our fatal wounds Wound heals Only if the scars can vanish
away As the vulture flees the icy land
for the scavengial desert Wound heals But the scars left behind are
statutes of reminiscence.

End of life

looking beyond,i saw the havoc at hand, i felt the pain, falling and descending on me like rain, i was shocked and disdain, and saw that everything about life was vain___
Oh, how i cried and wane, for i saw the end of the lane of humanity___
The train of life totally went plain and disappered..

be always prepared