Am Pregnant! Yes Pregnant! And For You!

I tried an abortion but failed like a coup

Pregnant like a dove not like a turtle-dove

Not with a child but with your subtle-love


Pregnant like the succulent grasses of the rain forest

I’m lost in the amazing maze of mesmerizing interest

Pregnant like the clouds about to pour with zest

I’m lost in my conquest to find your love on hillcrests


I have been arrested beaten and molested

By the gods of interest and the demons of pursuit

Yet I never give up to pain and despair

Though I have a sprain yet I ascend your stairs


Not to rest but to deliver my pregnancy

Not in discrepancy but with all decency

I have the tendency to fail but all I ask is clemency

from your heart and soul where I hope there is vacancy

Delivering my pregnancy

Delivering my pregnancy


I have climbed the highest hills

Just to tell you how I feel

I have crossed the largest seas

Just to show you the future I see


I Have lived in valleys

Just to express my values

I have hunted for miles

Just to see you full of smiles


The winds of love bend the branches of my heart in one direction

The tides of your affection leave me with fondness as infection

The sun of your feelings hit me hard like electrons

The rainstorms of passion sting me like injections


In Pains yet in pleasure

In deserted plains yet I find you to treasure

Tho my emotions mount pressure

Yet I endeavor to give you leisure


Your lips is sweeter than refined colostrum

Your heartbeat is more sonorous than my subtle drums

Your skin is as cool and tender as the morning dew

Your words taste as sweet as the African woman’s stew


Forget Zuma and Abuja come with me to Kilimanjaro

Let me swear my love in the presence of Cupid’s arrow

Let us have an exchange of hearts and rings

Lets us leave my kins and live as queen and king.


Words would try, but ail

Verses would aim but fail

Thousands of poems may be to no avail

But let not your heart be veiled


Lovers may say; “till death do us part”

But I say; even death cannot cross our path

Just like a pair of dice

This love will toss us to paradise.



—TIJANI, Oluwamayowa Emmanuel!


About the Author

His prowess as the poet, writer and administrator saw him through as the editor-in-Chief of the much revered Mellanby Hall Press organization, (The first Hall of residence in any sub-saharan University). As the Editor-in-Chief, he drove the organization to being the best Press organization on campus in 2013[UCJ, CAMPUS TIMES AWARDS], as he was also awarded most outstanding Pressman for 2013 and 2014 (Campus Times award and JCI FOPA).

As a witty public speaker, Tijani became arguably the finest speaker on any Nigerian campus, following his win at the Nigerian Championship of Public Speaking (Abuja 2013). Till his exit from the University of Ibadan, he stood out as the university’s finest satirist via his numerous political prosaic renditions on and off social media. Tijani is currently serving his fatherland as a practising Journalist who wants the best for his country.


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March’s Match for Jonathan the Buharist


At the end of the scheming month

Seal your quick speaking mouth

Call me no Seer or Prophet

For I am but an ensnared Poet


Though they sign an accord

I do not see peace as a chord

Tying us to the feat of the future

But a broken feet to be sutured


Call me the minstrel of Doom

I can only laugh at your gloom

For the bride shall be without a groom

Like the scattered sons of a broom


It would not be free and fair

For this to be free of fear

For man shall match man

And month shall match March


Jonathan the Buharist

Jonathan the Buharist

Expectations shall be dashed

Just as Hopes shall be ashed

Like the remnant of a cremated corpse

The wind shall blow ashes from its cups


You hate the sound of Jonathan

You say he is a nonchalant charlatan

And you love the wind of Change

You say it blows away your rage

Harvest your fears

And prepare your tears

For your heart shall be pierced

As change-victory would be scarce


What nonsense have I said?

Oh, what sense have I made?

Saying the Charlatan may laugh last?

Or Change would grow weary?

No, Not at all!


Just like John the Baptist

We have our Jonathan the Buharist


POSTSCRIPT: A word for the profound, as the foolish things of these present times confounds the wise.


 Tijani Oluwamayowa.


About the Author of March’s Match for Jonathan the Buharist

Tijani is a poet, witty speaker, and award-winning Journalist. He was awarded most outstanding Pressman at University of Ibadan for 2013 and 2014.

As a public speaker, Tijani became arguably the finest speaker on any Nigerian campus, following his win at the Nigerian Championship of Public Speaking (Abuja 2013).

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