Guest writer’s note
Waiting for a heart I could call my own,
I am not tired, neither am I weak
I’m just not sure to whom I should speak.
’cause I count every word, every sigh and every breath,
I’m an introvert, I was made one by birth.
I search effortlessly, leaving no stone unturned from my own small corner, I search through souls untouched.
I can’t withstand the pressure,
I can’t endure the pain, I’d become extremely nervous, terrified as though being hunted.
I was born a loner, the unknown, unwanted.
Written by: Damilola Yusuf
she stared into my soul with her eyes of ruby. Eyes of a demon, eyes of treachery.
She took my hand in hers, it was cold as ice, an eerie smile on her face, sent a chill down my spine.
Her lips were alluring but her intentions, evil. She peered through my eyes, the urge to kindle.
In a moment we were together, in the dead of the night. Though darkness lurked around her face shone bright.
She was an exquisite being, she owned such a gleam. I could never resist, but she was death deep within.
I sensed danger but wanted to remain with her, she asked for a kiss and I could’ve turned down the offer.
But I did not and she had the chance to rip out my heartand because she was a demon, left me to die.
Written by: Oluwadamilola yusuf
He was but an angel with eyes of gold, eyes that could lit up the darkest soul, eyes that could melt down the hardest stones.
Eyes that could pierce through to see the truth while you falter to beat around the bush.
Eyes that could make a thousand nightingales sing, they could make the entire chords of Heaven ring.
Eyes that could peel off dark clouds at a glance they could make earth quiver as it stands.
Yet, He was an angel with eyes of pride, eyes that envied the position of the most high, they couldn’t withstand the pain of being made so bright and still would have a superior, this made him grow cold, and eyes of gold turned around to live coals.
Deceiving, corrupting and burning down souls. Eyes of destruction, formerly eyes of Heaven, eyes of glory now eyes of the devil.
Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf
Maybe, I should take a dive off the cliff,
Probably you would save me from hitting the ditch,
Oh, maybe I should prove to you I’m still a fool
Stick my tongue in, keep my face lit
Pretend I’m supportive of every evil thing you do
’cause no drop of good dwell in you,
You saw in me nothing but a tool to use
Haul yourself from the pain around,
Elevate yourself from the abased clans in your quest to, fetch for yourself, a worthless Crown,
So much lies on your path, telling the truth was never your plan,
When you, make me go blind, take up my hand from behind and make your, psychopathic parasites pierce through me with their tiny fangs
I’m scared but this time I’m taking it upon myself so go ahead,
Cook up the threats, bring all your friends if you’ve ever got any bit of strength.
I hated hating you, and you never loved me either,
I was scared of having you but you said you’d find peace with no other.
You made the greatest fool out of me,
Owing myself an apology, but I’m thankful to you, showing me things I’ve never seen.
It’s not difficult, turning back to forgive you,
But you made me hate you and I hope you know I still do.
Written by : Oluwadamilola David yusuf
Life pierces my soul with questions that need no answers
When smiles go sour around the edges…It is time to read reason’s pages.
Is it to be spilled like rain water,this thing they call blood??
Life doesn’t give tutorials, Everyday is a core course…Her session is always running; cycle
Hide me somewhere in-between the tree and its bark…Find me a seat between the living and the dead.
I need that ‘getaway car’ to flee my pain…When the grave is the hotel,the bill is on the earth.
When Agony calls by..Happiness goes for a sleep-over
When life becomes too expensive,we long for her brother.
Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius
Here’s a little something I toyed with today as boredom took the centre stage in my area. Call it my poetic origin story.
This is how it began…
I sat amidst my ‘peers’ in that realm where bodies need no flesh when the roll call summoned me.
The world of men needed me and ‘me’…It was my time (our time) so we undertook the journey to transform anguish into cheers.
The journey twice as tough, ask my mother…When pangs shot through her womb, the world knew it.
I was never one but two. Bringing twice the thunder, twice the joy as I had learnt the ofo alabarameji (twin corpus).
Held me up to the sun, my shadow refused to stretch…Naming me was a saga.
How do you name a tiger that roars like a Lion?
A fish that moves like a dragonfly?
A bird that combs the skies like a celestial dragon?
I sat in the golden evening sun and ripped out my placenta as I announced my arrival with a baby roar and a wimp and then the world knew I was more than one.
I sat with the elusive spirits and sought counsel, he flew on the wings of nothingness only to land in the abode of fruition and conquer a world he was yet to behold.
I hunted the Phoenix just to pick my teeth with her feathers…I am not one for I am two, a two-fold persona.
I kissed the world and she surrendered in my arms for I had the strength of two.
And when I am no more, having fulfilled my days I will transcend this mortal realm and split my soul in two to sit among the stars and shine twice as bright for I was always two, never one.
I am Oladimeji.
Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius.
Episode 3Four days later
Staring at my reflection in the full length dressing mirror, I smile sheepishly. Oh! What a wonderful morning, a morning that has indeed come with joy.
My eyes rove over my reflection in the mirror and I have to admit I love what I see.
The night I told him about the pregnancy was an emotional night. He stared at me in shock when I first broke the news to him, he didn’t blink nor utter any word, the next instant he burst into tears and knelt before me.
I was flagger basted, that obviously wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. He wrapped his arms around my waist and apologized earnestly. I couldn’t resist asking him the question that has been on my mind since that awful night.
Why did you rape me? I asked him He bowed his head in shame and couldn’t meet my eyes…he was quiet for a while that I thought he had fallen asleep. He gave a shuddery sigh before speaking, without looking at me.
“I know you won’t believe me but I have never raped a lady before” he began, in his accent that I love so much. “I don’t know what came over me that night and I just knew I had to make you mine.” He finished.
“Remember when you told me that the only man to sleep with you would be your husband?” he asked me, I nodded slowly, I didn’t think he would remember the conversation we had in our early relationship days.
“I was scared you would turn me down when I ask you to marry me” he said softly, I placed my left hand on his shoulder, willing him to look at me. “I want this baby, Deola” he said, I smiled when I heard his pronunciation of my name, Di-oh-la. He kissed my stomach and I couldn’t help but feel touched.
Staring at my reflection while I recall that night, made me smile. There has been in a change in him after that night, he has become the man I fell in love with. Oh! I feel like his wife now.
He has been attentive to me, even taking time out of his busy schedule to have lunch with me at my office. Last night, he confided that he hopes the baby is a girl, a baby girl that would look just like me. I giggled at his flattery.
Our marriage really began after that night…I smiled as I turned away from the mirror and walked across the room to turn off the air conditioner.
I heard the blast of the car honk and exclaimed. He had been waiting for me in the car. I hurriedly turned off the light switch, picked up my hand bag and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
I realized the rain was drizzling as soon as I walked out the front door, I walked hurriedly to the car park and got into his car. He turned his attention away from his iPad and gave me a cold stare. I smiled in return, hoping to ease the tension.
It all happened in a daze, he lifted his left hand and gave me a slap across my cheek.
I stared at him in shock, ‘You kept me waiting’ was all he said, before he reversed out of the car park and drove out of the gate.
Written by: Okusun Mercy