LOVE LESSONS by Kanyinsola Olorunnisola

LOVE LESSONS by Kanyinsola Olorunnisola

LOVE LESSONS

by Kanyinsola Olorunnisola

—01
She learnt about love
from the markings on her mother’s body
and wails of agony that escaped weary lips
on nights when her father returned with staggering legs
and fermented breath.

 

—02
She learnt about love
around tense family dinner tables
where the clanging of fork and plate
filled the void of riotous silence.
—03
She learnt about love
when her mother bundled up curses and regrets
in fancy boxes and left her heart
to the music of another man’s hands.

 

—04
Love for her
is a romance of warring hearts and broken souls
in havens of dispirited devotion,
finding comfort in the arms of strangers.
—05
Ask of her today,
you will see her walking the streets
with divorced thighs, virgin fingers
and a ballooned belly.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kanyinsola Olorunnisola is a poet, essayist and writer of fiction. He writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. His writings border on the themes of unease, racism, colonialism, terror and all things familiar to the black folk. He describes his art as that specialized literary alchemy which aims to extract beauty from the frail commonplaceness of words.

 

His experimental works have appeared or are forthcoming on such platforms as Brittle Paper, Kalahari Review, Bombay Review, Lunaris Review, African Writer, Sprinng.org, Authorpedia, Kreative Diadem, Parousia Magazine and Sampad International Journal. He was the 2016 recipient of the Albert Jungers Poetry

LOVE THEN

LOVE THEN

LOVE THEN

If you can hate, why don’t you Love,
Don’t be a snake, just be a dove,
Rise like the sun, open up your arms,
Be that sweet home, keeping us warm,
Make the world smile, happy for real,
Play like a child, who is just healed,
Respect this Life, She’s your true Friend,
For the Future, walk hand-in-hand;

Love instead of hate

Love instead of hate

If you can Love, why do you hate,
Take off that glove, don’t hurt your mate,
Don’t blame him please, if he’s like coal,
You’re meant to live, for the same goal,
You sons of pains, forget your past,
Snow brought you chains, just bring her grass,
Colours of gold, colours of blood,
Don’t turn cold; we’re from one God;

If you can hate, then you can Love,
Do not frustrate, the Heart of Lord,
Give Him the name, that shall please you,
He’s still the same; He’s just one Truth,
He’s colourless; He’s all on Earth,
Slave and Highness, He’s Life and Death,
He’s the Shepherd, no one’s above,
He’s you and I, the perfect Love.

RAY NDEBI

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.

I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon.

THE GREATEST BATTLE

THE GREATEST BATTLE

THE GREATEST BATTLE

Disagreement begets conflict,
Conflict suffocates peace,
Debate of words commence,
The war is birthed on the battlefield,

Rumours of war fill the atmosphere,
Chronicles of wars abound,
Blood flowed like seas,
Hatred and wickedness hung in the air,

Which one is the greatest of wars?
The thirty years’ war of Bourbon and Habsburg rivalry,
The Napoleonic Wars of the 19th century,
The World War II of the 20th century,

The greatest battle

The greatest battle

Warriors fought wars,
The greatest of wars were not fought with swords,
Not the orchestra from clashing of swords,
But the cacophony of discordant thoughts,

The toughest battle is in our mind,
The battlefield of the mind,
The roughest of wars is in our heart,
The seat of judgement lies deep inside you,

Supremacy between good and evil,
Supremacy between light and darkness,
Supremacy between love and hatred,
Supremacy between right and wrong,

If you win the war within,
If you conquer the battle of the mind,
If you triumph over evil,
If you defeat hate,

Voice of victory sings,
Triumph claps his hands,
Bells of celebration rings,
You are the WINNER!

©  2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems.

He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.

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