Of Love And Short Thrills

Life stares you in the face as the eyes open The hole we call life gives thrills sometimes. It offers joy here and there, It holds us through the long hikes to beautiful heights Heights like olumo rocks, The feel of victory, The warm embrace from family, The rare reckless abandonment and disregard for the complexities of life, The gentle smile of Ayo. Your first line of comfort, Of validation, Hardly stay simple, they get complicated as life moves on

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You Are Just Human

To the left or right, You dangle your options, maybe you should look down, But is that really an option? The devil draws you with vigour, You stare the devil in the face, But you are not courageous, This isn’t courage, You are fighting for your life, You are weak, You are just human. Ajangila is still a myth, His mother does not exist, His father Is no warrior, His courage fails tests, No substance. Your strength is a myth,

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Maybe

It was a bright Tuesday by the beach I had seen them, newlyweds, maybe Lovers definitely Arms locked, frequent lips collision Endless smiles Happiness that could be seen, the joy that could be felt I watched how he drew a love symbol with the beach sand for her I also watched as beach waves erased the symbol I had seen people contented with the simple things of life People whose words were real Whose actions didn’t need other interpretation But

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You Have a Heart

Speak your mind oh ye man, You have a heart Be not shameless Share your empty life full of violent flashes You have called it ‘hope’, But they are violent, Violent hope. Share your thoughts even if they are on the borderline You have a heart You hate the girl with dark knuckles, but you can’t say You are scared of being labelled Agbeke fills your heart, but you are trapped Does it matter if Agbeke beats her mother? Are

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A Dark Place

I have been here many times With arms stretched wide yet hugged by an empty space. Those quiet days of reckless thoughts Days of several pieces, yet nothing to piece together I have heard the drums of war from afar Some were so near that even a man with partial sight could see I heard he who stands with bare hands between Ogedemgbe and Ogunmola won’t be remembered by his kinsmen Yes, he will be slaughtered, but the war will

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About Me

My life’s journey is that of many parts, every day I try to bring all the parts to an agreement, but I am yet to succeed at that, or maybe I shouldn’t even be trying to do it, I really don’t know yet- but while at it, I try to find how each part makes me better, and how each part can make the society better

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