by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 13, 2015 | POEMS
THE ROAD TO NIGERIA
The road to Nigeria is littered
with bones of those who protest,
those who splash spittle on the
faces of our generals,
those who lock their doors
and bid farewell to their relatives.
The road to Nigeria is littered
with skulls of innocent masses,
bodies of men whose wives curse
their murderers every night.
Zuma, the rock of Nigeria
The road to Nigeria is full of Soldiers
who test the potent of every bullet
by burying them in our bellies.
The road to Nigeria is full of blind seers,
greedy polithievesmen with lips carved
with lies.
The road to Nigeria is full of citizens
who die as they wait for a blurry
tomorrow.
RASAQ MALIK
About the Author
Rasaq Malik is a graduate of the University of Ibadan. His poems have appeared in online literary journals and magazines. He is presently awaiting the publication of his debut poetry collection.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 10, 2015 | POEMS
VISTA
I think dreams find us because we are young
And free like this air around us
For I often wonder
How dreams, wings detached
And nestling in our sprightly nest,
Soon grow plumages and join the flight into age
Somewhere under this same sky
And a full moon
Announcing the passage of many seasons
An aged prodigal also wonders
How quickly time leaps, how quickly
Dreams shed their plumages in flight
Dreams hanging in space
Adeoba Gbenga
About the Author
‘Gbenga Adeoba is a lover of words. His poems have appeared in Sankofa LitMag, Bukrepublik and elsewhere.
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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 5, 2015 | POEMS
BEAUTIFUL TROUBLE
Baba Risi has gone
to the market
to bargain for goods
not foods
nor clothings
Baba Risi has gone
to the market
to buy feud
war,
envy,
and apathy,
Baba Risi pocket is filled
and leaking
with gold
So,
he has gone to the market
to acquire trouble
The elders says
when you seek trouble
and it refuse you
seek another wife
Baba Risi has gone
to the house of Ogunmoyero
to seek for Aduke’s hand
in conjugal
He has given unto them
wine and kolanut
Beautiful trouble
Baba Risi has built
another hut in his courtyard
in preparation of Aduke’s arrival
The huts in Baba Risi’s courtyard
Is now four
Baba Risi has acquire
with his money,
beautiful trouble.
ODEBODE KARIMOT
About the Author
Odebode Karimot is an undergraduate of Law in the prestigious Obafemi
Awolowo University,ile-ife.A passionate poet who derive internal peace
in conversing with her muse.She is the second of four children born
and bred in the ancient city of Ibadan,Nigeria.She believe the world
can be driven in the right direction with her pen.
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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 1, 2015 | POEMS
THE LOST LOVE
James and Janet cuddled,
Ended breakfast with a kiss,
Sang a song of malice for a week,
Is this love? Definitely Not,
Men lost in the pool of lust,
Groping for light in the cloud of vanity,
Deafened by the mantras of infatuation,
All in search of LOVE,
Lost Love
With fingers entwined,
John and Jennifer had a delicious dinner,
Parted ways with red eyes fixed in swollen faces,
Is this love? Definitely Not,
Ladies tossed by the wind of fame,
Veils of virginity blown away,
Left naked on the bed of immorality,
All in search of LOVE,
With a peck to the cheek,
Taylor bids his daughter goodbye,
Forcefully slept with her at dusk,
Is this love? Definitely Not,
Prostitutes litter the streets,
Living on a string of trysts,
Trampling on the sacred consummation,
All in search of Love,
Couples with bright smiles on the aisle,
Bounded by a glittering ring of GOLD,
Screams for a divorce in a fortnight,
Is this LOVE? Definitely Not,
Echoes of love ebbs away,
Chants of deceit fill the air,
Tongues of affection dried by thirst,
All in search of LOVE,
Followers throng after their leader,
Painfully submit their taxes at the Public square,
Masters go on a spending spree,
Is this Love? Definitely not,
Divinity opened the scrolls of LOVE,
Light of Love flooded the earth,
Sons of darkness fled to the hills,
LOVE was revealed to humanity,
Beaten and battered on the streets of Galilee,
A savior with a rugged cross on a walk to Golgotha,
Pleaded mercy for his killers as he died for the world,
This is LOVE!
P.S: Jesus Christ is the best expression of LOVE the world has ever seen. The poem talked about other ways of expressing love and its perpetual failure; philos, eros but agape survived.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends – JESUS CHRIST
© 2015 by Osho Samuel Adetunji
About the Author of Lost Love
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 is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness. He is an award-winning individual who is multifaceted and consistently measures success by effective impact.
He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012 with Tijani Mayowa. 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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by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 1, 2015 | POEMS
DINNER AT THE KING’S YARD
It was dark and quiet
Seldom, if sun rises at the moment
Fracas at the market
Sun has lose it sight
Birds showing what they’ve got
Plainly from the gut
Sonorously without faults
On the Iroko tree near our hut
When a boy stares
At the moon
When the gorgeous stars
Changes a hopeless man’s mood
Princess Adetoun made for me
A call ought not to be missed
Out of this planet I mean
Shall one resist Her Highness appeal
Several thoughts accommodated my heart
Just that night
Boldness engulfed my earth
But the call remained hid
Dinner with the King
For I’m not handsome
Lively and gregarious like some
Compared to Saul
My boldness was for that night and that’s all
From head to toe
Joy found my mournful soul
“You’ll eat with her in one bowl”
A guard whispered in low tone
Humbly I sat
And the princess told me I’m like her heart
Though being to the north and south
Yet, I transcend her heights
Like the honey’s taste on a sour paste
Was our soul after the delicious taste
We fell in bed with uneasy haste
We wrote it a memorable date
OMOTOSO, SEYI OLABISI
ABOUT THE AUTHOR OF DINNER AT THE KING’S YARD
OMOTOSO, SEYI OLABISI was born on 19th Feb. 1996. I hail from Ikire the land of Dodo, Osun state. I attended Holy Cross Catholic Primary School, Ikire. Having graduated, I was admitted to Saint Augustine’s Commercial Grammar School where I was elected as the Social prefect boy of my set. I was then one of the competitors group, a group said to be the community of the intellectuals. Having succeeded in the secondary school, I opted to study Medicine in the great citadel of knowledge; The Lagos State University, Ojo which was successful but to a different course, Physics.
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