One at a time is the step of life Take a leap when you get to a pit Else, down the pit you’ll dive When you resurface your bearing is lost. Slow and steady is the race of life Never look back ‘cos it’s lost and gone When you meet...
I toil night and day leaving no room for rest; For I thought to myself, ‘Rest is for those whom idleness have impressed’. So I turned an owl at night and a jaguar during the day But who gets to enjoy the toils? When hours of labour take its toils?...
Son Do not come home Until the moon sees your shadows When the sun brings them in the day Do not come home Until the sun sees your tears When they bathe your face at night . Son Do not come home Until you find meaning to the poetry Written...
The world is a tree Humans are The branches: the leaves And the seeds… The world is a tree- A tree that fruit many fruits. Eatable and uneatable; Cherish-able, be em or without nuts… The world is a tree- A tree standing tall, But very terse; Eyes reaches and hands...
Wisdom is wisdom yet desired wisdom cos her meeting with non-wisdom made her think she was no wisdom and wisdom called wisdom no-wisdom wisdom listened to non-wisdom wisdom considered non-wisdom’s speech wisdom saw no-wisdom sprouting from a tree and wisdom called no-wisdom wisdom wisdom took in no-wisdom so as to...
Why die ye AVERAGE Like an unfinished BEVERAGE Making issues against you become LEVERAGED Why let the initiatives in you DECAY Why not get the creativity REPLAYED And find a way by which its glory can be REGAINED Why stand ye there all the day IDLE Why not think of...
Prologue: Dear child, if you’re reading my biography Sometime in the near future, When I’m dead and dailies are eulogizing me, And you pick up this poem to read, Know it was for you. I When my weak limbs give way to weakness And the weak lids of pained eyes...
TABLET OF TRUTH (Letter to my sister) Oyinlola, Money can never worth the sweetness of honey Neither can volume of sweat determine income. Honey, indeed is honour, in truth, dignity; Its sweetness subjects tongues to temporal lust, Its scarcity pockets minds with intense desires: Guard yours jealously, you won’t regret...
A current lady in kings school Who everyone had thought was cool. She lived downtown the street of Sloke Whose pathway’s dirts can make one choke. She had some chubby mini clothes And chubby hands and chubby nose. In pink she dressed in flashing gown That disagreed with shoes of...
