I’m thankful, that you have showed me
how weak I’d been but I’d never admit.
I’m grateful, for I comprehend how much I owe you,
for making me learn to turn my curse to a tool.
I appreciate the fact, you never wished me good,
for all the inflictions you put me thru’,
for you thought you only belittled a fool
but the more you hit, the stronger I grew.
I’m thankful, for your cheerless grim.
Without it I wouldn’t have been able to see
and know what peace my imaginations could bring,
neither would I have known, I’m all I needed to be me.
I’m thankful, for being there to provide necessary harassment,
when I brood in pain and whine in silence.
I’m thankful to you, for upholding my turbulence
and making me discover, the strength in silence.
Written by: Oluwadamilola Yusuf
The indigenes of the cyclic continuum know you well
Coming and going,forever a vagabond
Traveling without friend or foe
Born to die always, cyclic trauma for one poor soul
Reliving the fate of Sisyphus
Mother’s breasts are weary and look down at her belly
Constant movement has your spirit lean and strained
These forces toss you around like a puppet
Against your will you call for tears on her face
But you’ve been crying too, haven’t you?
Father’s muscles are worn out from trying
The medicine man is all smiles as he fattens his flesh
Still all fingers point at you; the culprit
Abiku, the name that has become your crest
Abiku, the name that is your burden
Sit between this world and the next and take refuge
Find peace for your troubled soul for you are the victim here.
Written by: Daodu Deji Cornelius. 2017
Its late in the evening yeah but I wanna share all the same. I wrote this when I saw one of my classmates smiling. Its a bit special cause she’s always wearing a frown like cologne.
The frown was genetic so we thought
Written into her being
Manifesting in this light
She made light of a demons grin
For her state no remedy could salvage
My strokes were harsh and heavy
As I painted this model
Dipping each one in the watchmen’s oil
Relief patted her face,lit it up
I sought now to eat my own words
For when she joined the smiles
Behind her cold wall, I saw a human being.
Written by: Daodu Deji Corneius
Witty Quill 2017.
Wishing you all the love that comes with this season. May peace be your gift this christmas and blessings all year through.
If only poems could give life,
I would have read them to you that very night,
I couldn’t help but watch you die,
Imagined you were alive but frozen you lie.
If only poems could give light,
I would have read them in clouded nights,
For your soul to see from up above,
Where it’s home is laid on earth below.
If only poems could make one set the future,
I would have known of your sudden departure,
Probably, prevented the unknown capture
That brought about your eventual rapture.
If only poems could make me see,
Where I’ll be in the land unseen,
I would have written more, more than these.
Goodnight grandfather, rest in peace.
Written by: Yusuf Oluwadamilola; A student of National Open University, Nigeria.
Of a truth I sought your face
In this never ending race
But alas! My search proved abortive
So I’ll soar up t’the clouds
Suspending grav’ty a while
And call thy name in long shouts
If thou fail to yield my call
Like burning comet, I’ll fall
Unto earth’s core
And knock death’s door
Save this be a dream.
Written by:Daodu Deji Cornelius