GOD
WISHES AND WIZARDS
I was once a faultless kid,
Carefree about what tomorrow brings.
All I needed was food to eat,
Friends to play with
And a bed to sleep.
I bragged of millions I’ve never seen,
Of imminent fame with other kids,
We sailed on imaginary ships,
The street harbored the richest kids.
Funny it was how teachers made it seem
Like future was just a boy on a swing.
It hurt when I stopped wishing myself sweet dreams
And transited into the reality.
I heard my buddy was kidnapped,
I felt it was fake, merely a lie.
He was also a rich kid in my gang,
We both rode the swing, with future by our side.
I waited for years but even as I write,
My rich pal is yet to arrive.
I had friends that’d once said.
“When the world comes to an end,
We’ll fly together out of earth,
We’ll fly to heaven in our private jets
And keep them in our mansions there.”
The first by a car was knocked dead
And the other, years after took a bullet in his head.
I’ve seen friends more brilliant than I ever was,
Roam the streets without aims, no impact yet no faults,
I’ve seen those who thrive effortlessly,
Drowning to the treasures preserved beneath the sea.
I’ve seen friends more prayerful than I ever could be
Denied of desired peace and immersed in misery.
I could be among those today has saved
But I know not what tomorrow says.
Maybe I’ll live or be killed,
Maybe I’ll into sorrow sway.
Of course no one wishes himself pain,
But it isn’t what we say or choices made,
The steps we take or how much we pray.
It’s life, it’s called Grace.
Written by: Damilola Yusuf
The Sinner And The Saint
Dear soul,
I guess you should know
our youthful age is temporarily owned, Once gone it can never be retrieved.
So let’s enjoy it now and stop being deceived. Oh dear body, why in a hurry, For you know after death, you go nowhere with me.
So let’s play it safe to prevent mistakes For if judgement comes, it is I it would take.
Quit the thought of death thou worthless soul, and If you don’t mind, I will grow old.
You seem to have no future, no plans at all All your hopes are forever lost in the land beyond.
Watch your words you worldly being What is earth compared to eternity.
After wasting this life together and I start suffering alone You’ll remain deep in the ground reduced to nothing but bones.
Did I choose for you your awful fate, Did I make myself your bait, If you eventually get to the land you preach Ask your creator why he kept you in me.
Thou creature without pity. For how long do you intend to live in iniquity.
I am a being with a life without end While your filthy days are numbered my friend.
Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf
Playback On My Way To Hell
Yes I lied to you this once
I’ve been unfaithful for so long.
You couldn’t have known for so much you trusted methat I took every opportunity, no matter how little it seemed.
I’m sorry mom, I’d been your worst nightmare.
But I remained your favourite, for you were unaware.
I killed dad, I couldn’t tolerate his strict nature
I thought he wanted to deny me off my rightful pleasures.
I’m sorry brother, I couldn’t help but slander, Tales about you to your enemies I had delivered.
Although you never thought me an important fellow and your love for me was ever shallow.
I ask the last, forgiveness of myself Although right now it’s obviously worthless.
I shall be dammed for years without end Without pity, without rest, years without friends.
Written by: oluwadamilola David Yusuf
THE BIOGRAPHY OF ME
I wanted strength, to face the crowd, Look bold with my head up and pronounce the words loud, but I find myself always in sweat drenched.
When I face the faces sitting on a bench. I wanted a voice, loud as a cannon.
So my opinions would be heard without much repetitions.
I got nothing but a half clothed voice
Scared of the air around both girls and boys.
I wished to be referred to as brave,
Own the mic, thrill the audience, possess the stage,
But what I was made, quite the opposite,
Not what I wanted but what he wished.
God’s plan and mine were never the same.
If I continue to struggle, I’ll never have my way.
Nothing except this I know,
My destination I’ll reach, just as he had told.
Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf
TRAPPED
It’s a Friday night and the city would be club sick,
That’s was where youngsters go to pay their bills.
On the day after, count their loss.
This was how it happened, every weekend ends in remorse.
Soon I joined the Holy congregation
And lived a life of zero condemnation.
I drank, smoked, celebrated for no reason
Feeling my life was far better than of those in prison.
I drove myself there and came back on foot
and if I ever remember the car, I would be in the booth
Before then, I would wake with Tedd
but now bottles of beer in my heart resides.
I regretted ever knowing a club’s address,
I regretted thinking staying at home would be senseless,
I regretted ever looking at the bottle and smile at it,
I regretted ever releasing the demon in it.
Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf.
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