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BROKEN


What can i do without your smile
now?
What can i do without your
effortless masculine tone?
You left shattering the memories
we built together,
Like it never existed.

Why do you leave like nothing ever
happened?
Why ignore the face you once adored?
Obviously you left without saying
goodbye.
Torn apart like a shredded paper,
Jilted like a piece of rag,
Took my love for foolishness.
It became clear i never existed in
your life,
Like a garlic in the midst of
tangerine,
So you proof that though i fit in,
i never belonged.
Tears flowing from my eyes like
that of a river,
Picking up the refreshing
untouched part of my heart,
Hoping to return to a normal
state, the complete heart.
For you left me broken like
shattered glass.
written by Adegun Wuraola
wuraolaolamide@gmail.com

I’M A LADY

You treat me as the scorn of the
society,
Call me the dispensable asset,
Toyed with my personality and
virtue.
Tagged me the error of the family.

Distributed my honour amongst the
opposite sex,
Dressed me in chiffon and lace
For a marriage without my opinion.
You kill my zeal with sheer
tradition.
I’m a girl, a lady, a wife and a
woman
The only one whose belly birth’s
life.
The epitome of beauty and
creativity,
I’m the creator of sweet haven.
Talk to me as a queen in her palace,
Honour and protect my delicate
skin,
Let my heart pick its art and
delicacies.
Give ear to my words with
equality. 

written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com

UNQUENCHING LOVE (II)


Yea, you taught me right when I was little
Was perplexed, what kind of love is this?
Always long to turn my emotions for you into writings
But what kind of words will I use?
You ignore distractions to be with father

Abstractly knew what it takes to be a mother
Gave birth to “us” without ignoring things that matters
Taught us the right way, even if it takes hunger
Yea, we’re annoying yet you show love and subdue your anger
Chasten with love and teaches us to be better
Endure pressure, dishonor, and stress just to cater
Got a lot of scars, just for us to go farther
You’ll continue to be our number one lover
Mama, you’re the best and you’ll be forever.
THE END


written
by Adebowale Adedamola
iamdamolatom@gmail.com

YOU DID NOTHING WRONG, BUT YOU’RE WRONG


The delusion that the earth is a
perfect sphere and that life should be fair is what makes it unfair. We all
sometimes talk about things in a place we’ve just gotten to or in a place we’re
aspiring to be as if it is where we’ve tread on before, even if differences are
bound to be. But in reality it doesn’t come that way. Putting it in God’s hands
is not enough but does it fit to God’s plans?

A newly married couple talks about
the number of kids they want and what their sex would be. After giving birth to
those kids and they’re not who they thought they’d be then blaming God or each
other.
A student in a new environment
uses the success he had in the past to predict how successful he’d be in the
new place. But after writing an exam with questions from the pit of hell, he
begins to realize it’s not always smooth. He fully realizes after seeing
results, then you hear him say “no be beans o!”
We must accept the fact that
situation of things in political positions may not be suitable to fulfill
election promises. But why must you promise heaven and earth when you know the
reality of the matter is hell. Even if you don’t know, must you make promises
that may be unrealistic?
It’s not always the way we want it
to be. So at every failure, you might have done nothing wrong, you might have
done everything necessary and still fail. You’ve done nothing wrong but you’re
wrong. You’re wrong because you failed to see things as they are. “Hope
for the best but prepare for the worst.”
written by Odetokun Elijah
odetokunelijah8@gmail.com

UNQUENCHING LOVE (I)

Thoughts about Love is interesting
Experiences are inestimable
Lessons are very sweet
My hearts continually awaits you
When it was broken

The time it was healed
But yet I still wait for your love
My shadows might be fading
My mind been perturbed by your
broken words
Yet I won’t be discouraged
Your love has made me feel like an
inferior In a solitude prison
With white hair after so many
mending
Though I tarry, but when you’re
back
Please stay and don’t go.

written by Adebowale Adedamola
iamdamolatom@gmail.com

TO BE STILL


It’s indeed true that a person with wisdom will rule the
world. I have come to the understanding that wisdom is profitable and it’s the
most valuable gift a person can receive from God. As always said that the
complexity of life lies in its simplicity, that’s how it’s so difficult to
compare between how a person should become to what will become of a person.

I believe we all have a vital role to play in this life and
therefore will need the knowledge of wisdom to understand every bit of life.
You have got to do what is meant to be done and overlook what shouldn’t be
meant of now. For the world is looking for that person who will rise up in the
morning and carry on the vision of yesterday and believe In it, the world is
searching vigorously for that person with an unwavering mindset. You can be
this person, all it takes is tuning yourself to the believe that you can be
that great person you always see yourself as.
The truth is that if you can change your thinking, you will
begin to change your world even if you are starting small, you are gradually
gaining grounds and the sky will only testify to your good works and grant you
a space up there.


written by
Ajayi Olubiyi

SHATTERED DREAMS


They say many were called,
But few were chosen,
But I wish I wasn’t chosen,
For I was culled not called.
No glimpse of hope,
Cause they’ve gum up the works.
Everyday a new dirty scope,
Bursting forth like fireworks.

Don’t try to give us hope,
Cause there’s none.
Even when you’re gone,
Your children will grope.
Building future for their children,
Tying knots and becoming in-laws.
Against our survival; they give laws,
For their continuity; they turn kindred’s.
Heroes of the past at their deaths
Regretted and wished they never fought.
Their deaths were brutal,
Rendering their sacrifices futile.
There’s a hope for the future,
And the future is in our hands,
But we’re in their hands,
Ever ready to crush us and the future.
I believe in Nigeria,
If we only have a chance,
But all we’ve got is a glance,
Leaving us to die with euphoria.


written
by Odetokun Elijah
odetokunelijah8@gmail.com

SWEET ENEMY

Packed from the top of emotions,
As toppings on a vanilla ice
cream.
Hearts involved in a truth or dare
Such a cruel game takes the fare.
I remain the love in a closed box,
The purity in iniquities,
A path in the narrow lonely world.
A thorn in love.

It’s faulty to believe it’s real,
That true love exist in
solidarity,
That peace can be dashed out free,
That life will always give you a
delight.
I love you from the very depth of
my heart,
Only you could see me as a hero,
And also as a villain ready to
maul.
I became your “sweet enemy”.
Fondling the patches of a skeptical
heart,
Mending the holes created by
trust,
What more is there to true love?
That I’ve been sidelined for
eternity.
written by Tokede Daniel
danatoks@gmail.com

LIFE WITH ITS BEAUTY


I have a beautiful pen but
Nothing to write with it.
I have a beautiful heart
But pains seem to precede it.
I called it a beautiful year
But sickness has been leading on.

I want that beautiful home
But can’t figure how to get that
done.
I want that beautiful love but I
myself
Have traded it for something else.
I want that beautiful friend to
whom
I can run to and be free to talk
to.
I want that beautiful joy, so that
I can effortlessly smile all day.
I want that beautiful hand that
Pats me to comfort when I’m down.
I want that beautiful eyes that’ll
Look at me generously and calm.
I need that beautiful mouth
that’ll
Smile at me in assurance that all
is well.
I’d like those beautiful words
that brings
Comfort and peace to the heart.
I want that beautiful life that
might
Not be stress free but free of
worries.
How do you define beauty, when you
are full and satisfied?
Can I ever have it all beautiful?
Or how else do I explain life?
YOU TELL ME…


written by Olusanya Rebecca

STATE OF THE NATION


Those we thought are our
protectors,
Their action have turned them to
dictators,
Their station is the society’s
incinerator.
The road is their main workshop,
And they pretend holy like an
archbishop,
While our pocket produce them crop.

We thought police is our friend,
The nation; our mother.
And the government, our father.
But with them, corruption moves
further,
Have they forgotten that without
the ruled,
There is no ruler?
Our protectors are our enemy,
They are just infamy,
With the expressway as our
battlefields.
And our journeys raise fewer
yields,
In a nation that cherish
corruption,
Bribery is the right order of the
day.
If there could be thorough
transformation,
Most will receive the pay,
They are just like blocks mounted
on our ways.
Corresponding to the pillar of
Mapo hills,
Our home is the only free way,
Only if we don’t die of bills.
written by Sanusi Ameenah
sanusihaminattolani@gmail.com

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