poetry

Guest Post: BODY’S GUEST

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Dear partner, you’ve got an exquisite soul,
You are worth much more than you allow yourself to know 

There’s something you’re brewing, but scared to show,

Heights you have to reach, but scared to grow. 

what makes you think you know so much about me, 
You’re merely a voice in me, a lifeless being, 

All you can observe is my inward ability

Don’t you have any idea how the strength abates in me. 

I’m more than you think, though lifeless I seem
The presure outside is no match for what you bear within

You shouldn’t abolish your foremost belief,

And please remember, we’re together in this. 

Please spare me the stories, where the hell have you been 
At those times when committing suicide was all I could think

When the pain inside got to the brink, 

Parasite, where have you been? 

I shared your pains, every single one felt 
If that isn’t true you’d probably be dead,

We survived it even when t’was too much to bear, 

Don’t you see reasons why you shouldn’t give it up here. 
I discovered you at that moment, I gave it all up 

You’re late, though you claim to have known for long

I wish I had a choice, I’d rather be unborn, 

But you’re late anyway, ’cause I’m dead, I’m gone.

Written by: Oluwadamilola David yusuf

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THE ROADSIDE

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While I sat alone watching the world revolve,

At the roadside every night when lovers would walk

In pairs holding hands and having long talks, 

all I ever had was your silent stalks.
While we watch car owners perform nocturnal rites 

A race towards home, To their partners’ arms,

All I needed from you was a playful bite,

Your head on my shoulder and your paws in my palm.
While the street light stares down at us in pity

So the darkness around us never went in, 

Your mane was all I ever wanted to feel

It was the only sedative that could make me peacefully sleep.
Your death threw me into a pit of remorse, 

I’m left alone, even worse than I was,

the roadside remains a place dread, now that you’ve gone

Goodnight Bruno, my beloved Dog
Written by: Oluwadamilola David yusuf

Guest Post: INTROSPECTION

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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. 

#Awaking_the_Muses        
Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius

                                  2017.

Guest Post: OLA-DI-MEJI (A Chronicle)

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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.

                                     2017.

Guest Post: Finding the meaning of a word (Beauty, beautiful) 

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The words: beauty and beautiful are no strange words to the human race, I mean they’ve been used since as far back as man came into existence. 

Remember when God looked at all he had made and said everything was beautiful? Yeah you do. I really don’t have issues with the word itself but the way it’s being used nowadays is quite interesting.

 I want you to look around you as you read and see how many people are beautiful, its hard to really judge right? You probably wanna know why? Well its because the word has no essence on it’s own. 

I mean it’s defined along theborders of various yardsticks, most of which are irredeemably subjective. Let me refresh your memory a little bit. 

You must have heard, times without number, this clich√© ” beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” Alright, here’s the thing, when a guy comes over and tells you “you are beautiful”, how do you know that you and him use the word the same way? Think about it. 

 According to Ludwig Wittgenstein in his work(scholarly paper) “The Language Game”, where he argues that language is like a game whose rules one must master before effective use can be achieved, the real meaning of a word is in the mind of its user, (there we go) so the problem of definition is engendered right there. 

I once stumbled on a poem that reads ” you are beautiful as the stars in heaven” (Really?) Okay, but we need to analyse this. I know, I know what you are about to say ” it’s a poem”, “nature is beautiful”, (long face activated) bla bla bla. 

I get that but what if the reader is not a fan of stars, what if it’s tornado instead that appeals to him or her that would mean that they (writer & reader)are not on the same wave-length.

Let’s consider another vantage point on the same issue. Life is marked by time (think of centuries) and each period (generation) has it’s own ideology that shapes it’s world view. 

The way fashion in the 16th and 18th centuries is different from what is obtainable in the 21st century. So also, the way beauty was defined back then is not the way we see it now. 

These concepts are in a constant state of flux. There was a time when the whole tall dark and handsome (TDH fever) gripped ladies and it was chick for them. At a time it was all about abs (Six pack fever).

These yardsticks have been used by women as a standard for judging men. There was a time when BBW (big bold nd beautiful) was chick though but in this current dispensation, two kinds of women really get a man’s attention; the slim ones and the thick ones. So tell me, is the word beautiful still one and the same??

  The quest of finding the meaning and true essence of a word can be an herculean task, so often times than not, we stick with assumptions borne out of ideologies, as strong as the Empire State building, that have guided our lives from the outset. 

I’m no expert but trust me, next time someone uses the word on you, you won’t too eager to blush.  

Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius.

                             2017

Guest Post: WALKERS

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You’re such a wonderful beast, 
You either bring trouble or add to my needs. 

When I needed you the most, then would you flee, 

it had always been love, now I can’t tell what I feel. 
You used to be the radiant sun, 

You shone for light but now you burn, 

and yes you claim to be the Holy one 

while we both know you are but a scum. 
You said true love was all you felt, 
I think you placed me under a spell, 

but right now I can boldly tell, 

even a voodoo won’t move my pen.
I knew you would never admit your guilt,

whether or not, I still wish you peace

’cause no one could teach me better than you did, 

You’ve been such a wonderful beast. 

Written by: Oluwadamilola David Yusuf

Guest Post: When whispers die

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The news caster appears again to echo yesterday’s sentiments:

Monies growing wings
Agbada and Ghana-must-go bags become friends

All the while there are no horns men to sound the alarm.

 Child: Father, will no one speak up against these crimes?

Father: my child, as you age in life, you start to appreciate the safety in silence.

 Child sighs as justice drowns

From a distance, 

Mother: my child come for your food.

  Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius.  

      2017.