Suffering should be for but a while, not permanent
If it tarries, take another card from nature`s card deck.
All things good come to those who wait
You waited this long and this be your taste?
You took time to nail your coffin
I envy your ambidexterity.
Why enter just to endure
Since you can be free to enjoy
Your life is one and it ends too soon
I envy you a lot. Seems you love torture
Free you are. Sure.
A caged lion in a zoo is free too
Limited but to the ends of the cage
This sums up your case, to the letter and page
I do not know what you enjoy
You could be masochistic for all I know
Perhaps you feel more alive and good to go
When you know what punishment he has for you next.
Your smile has become so sad
Your laughter tell tales of bitterness
If this sad mien be your smiley face,
What then would sad look like?
Why stay locked up just to feel among
Your relationship status changes not a stock market pip
Why be sad when you can boldly stand,
Point to the door and kick him out.
I take my time to feel bad for you
Do take time and do yourself some good
Remain single and wait for the right one
Remember, everything good comes to those who wait.
So, if wishes were horses
I would prefer you stay single and happy
Take him to your door, you need not be snappy
Give him some money and kick him onto one of `em buses.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
What happens when Philosophy meets with very vivid imagination? EmmanuelIbekweis ‘who’ happens. I am a graduate of the University of Ibadan, but, still a student of the School of Imagination situated inside my world, I love penning down abstract thoughts poetically or if need be, in an article. I guess that’s what happens when Philosophy meets with Creativity and the willingness to express it.
Am just craving, I mean my hands shaking, Twitching for some…..
Just a: Drag, fix, high! Just one more time, That sick hunger, Foul thoughts, and fading sights.
Resolute and wretched, My high resolution image, A crook and wretch, The bottle and booze, Seducing my shiver, Quivering lips.
I said No more!!
Yea just yesterday, Hooked on life, Yet death and her red lips, The slender of her thighs, My blunders remain, While I soak in the smoke.
I got a fix of life, Took a full drag of health, Tasted strength, Yes her supple breasts, The whole of me said no! Amen!
A life addict.
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Damilola Jonathan Oladeji is a Real Estate practitioner who loves to employ words, he is a Nigerian who believes in the power of spoken words to tangibly influence tomorrow, Mummify the past and keep the present in perspective. He writes poems to capture the moments, stories to entice the readers into great attitudes and he loves the sound of music.
Alas, The creditor knocked on the door On the full-moon’s New-moon.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Francis Omode,a graduate of Mathematics from the University of Ibadan. I will share just two events from my life. First, on 12th April 2014, in a meeting of Business Executives of a company I worked part-time, I was told to my face what looked like I’ve wasted 3 years of my life. In minutes I realized how the educational system failed in preparing me for the reality of life. I made up my mind to work on myself. I have not looked back since then. Two, “you can build your own things that other people would use” were the words of Steve Jobs that changed the way I look at life. It opened me up to the idea that a way to change the way people work,think,eat and love in Nigeria/Africa is to produce/promote “Made in Nigeria” products. For me, this is the future of Business in Nigeria.
The Àkùko gàgàrà bears her gossips from town to town Gossips of me being nothing but a greedy clown The rat at home tells it to the farm rat and to the squirrel Even the Irúnmolè informs the ancestors of our quarrel
This woman that I married was once sweet and delightful Her hourglass figure and fair face that looked so beautiful But now, the roar of a lion is nothing compared to her intimidating tone Chai! Mama Déró’s words are quick and sharp — cutting into my very bone
The talking drum of Àrèmo murmurs something about my manhood My own friends and relatives are afraid to visit me in the neighbourhood They are not even sure if I am the true son of my Father, the great warrior of Ìjèbú land. My God! I wonder if my manhood is still intact.
Mama Déró is a terror to all — to the Chiefs and even to the Elders. She once tried to poison me but the Lord was my Shepherd The old women shake their heads at me when they see me pass I live under the tyranny of a woman called Bashòrun Gaa
Kai! I married trouble. Perhaps I was under a spell Perhaps she was an angel of Lucipher from the pit of hell Her fair skin that glowed in the dark hid her true colours I actually thought she was a woman with learned cultures
Aso-òpá mewa, fifty gorodom of epo-pupa Forty-two tubers of yam and two cows, she asked for her son’s birthday Haba! Kílódé? Is it a sacrifice to appease the gods?! Where does she want me to get the money from?!
In fact I wonder if Déró is truly my son or a bastard O jìgbìjìgbìjìgbì! I cannot even send my own son on an errand. “Don’t kill him for me,” she says, “Go and get it yourself.” Egbàmí kè! Can’t I send my own son on an errand?
Oh! I should have known Mama Déró was not a saint I should have known when she cursed the deaf man that lives down the street I should have known when she agreed to marry me against her Father’s wish. Little did I know her father was only trying to warn me that his daughter is a witch. O wretched man that I am! Who shall save me from the tyranny of Mama Déró?
P.S. Symbolic characters: Mama Dero represents the Government, the wailer represents the people of Osun state, and Dero depicts the economy of the state.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
OLUTAYO JOY OWOJUYIGBE is a 500L medical student of the University College Hospital, Ibadan. She believes in immortality via writing and loves to write about mysteries. She is currently working on her first novel.
Tola Ijalusi is a native of Ado Ekiti, resides in Ibadan, Nigeria. He writes to address certain issues in the society.
His poems are published on various literary journals and magazines such as PIN Quarterly Journal, Tuck Magazine, The Poet Community, Lunar Literary Poetry Page, Literary Vox etc. He was also featured in the 2015 31 Days of Poetry on EGC CREATIVITY.