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Adesina Idris Dolapo Poem
Hustling on point
No time to waste
On the go
On the move
Money on my mind
I care less
About all else...
The hustler...
Love makes life
Go round and round
So they say...
To me
Love has no network
It's dead...
Later in prospect
It may resurrect...
The hustler...
In my mind
Money rules
Cos I got to bustle
Run around and jostle...
The hustler...
The time I got is now
My bones are strong
Ailment scarce
My body young
So on and on I move
In search of the alcove...
The hustler...
God bless my hustle
I remember You in it
Cos You are my source
Anywhere I err
It's part of my weakness:
You I see in all
And You I beg
To fill water in my hustling keg...
The hustler...
Talk to me of money
Talk not of women
Nor of frivolous things
Money on my mind
The evil genius of my kind...
The hustler...
Hustle less
And pay attention
To your deeds
Hustling ends
Deeds go on:
Time to act is now
Less you cry when you bow...
The hustler...
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Adesina Idris Dolapo Poem
Harmattan is here again!
The air is cold and dry
Gone for the while is
the rain
The children are cold,
hot and so they cry.
Their parents
themselves are on the
brink
Of frustration cos
everywhere is covered
in dust
And scarcely available
is water to drink
Cos the wells are
getting dry and they
have to thrust
And tug at the drawer
to get the coloured
solvent
From the abnormally
deeper well
Which had been made
so by no other agent
But the harmattan dust
that no one can tell!
Harmattan is here but
we are alive
And kicking. As as in
the years past, it we
shall survive!
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Adesina Idris Dolapo Poem
It strikes one at will,
As one whose intent
is to kill,
Causing rumbles and
tumbles in the
stomack,
Making you rummage
for solution down in
the sack!
The causer of all
kinds of ulcer
That entity
accompanied with
bitter pains
Which if untended
lead it can to cancer
And from which there
is loss and no gains!
The solution to be
sought when it
strikes is food
Whether large or
small in quantity
So far as this giant
can be tamed for
good
By it, be it of high or
low quality!
Hunger it is that is
one life's equalities
To both with
reputable and
questionable
qualities!!!
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I was walking
absentmindedly on
the street
When I saw a sight
luvly to behold.
This sight fit to take
a man off his seat
Cos it's one that is
but for the bold!
I have been
oblivious of its
presence
Thinkin and gettin
used to the anomalies
That assault many a
sense
That to us,the sight
is nothing but
abnormalities!
What did you see
That makes you
ramble and rumble
As a restless sea?
Shall you tell that
which is making you
tremble?
I shall tell and sell
Cos it's not meant
for me alone.
From afar, the sight
greeting my eyes
was a damsel
Covered gracefully
in a hijab looking but
not alone!
She was different
from the crowd
As the sun from the
cloudy cloud
She was hansomely
beautiful
Cos covered all over
was she to the full!
She is different from
the naked
And clothless ones
who assault our
eyes naked.
They it is that are
molested
By men who the sight
of them had tempted!
But she is not,but
she is respected,
And shouts of
'Alhaja,Alhaja'
Makes me know she
is not to be
suspected
Of the evils
committed near and
far.
The reason for her
reverence
By all and sundry I
seek to know,
The Hijab she wears
is the essence
That protects, guide
and make evil men
say No.
So, friends this is
the sight
I think is nicely right
For the ladies both
near and far from us
IF not like hers but
something close thus!
At least,
They should
upgrade their rags
To cover and
protect themselves
from the beast
That dwell in the
soul of the man that
sags!
?To my lady in the
Hijab, I
Will say mighty and
high
Surely is thy beauty,
worth and ways
That uncomparable
is the sun and its
rays!
To my lady in the
Hijab, I
Will say mighty and
high
Surely is thy beauty,
worth and ways
That uncomparable
is the sun and its
rays!
To you I pray
Never let anything
make you
Drop your pridely
covering and go gay
Like the ladies in this
worldly place do!
You are pride and
hope
To those that look
up to you
Many a man will want
you and is ready to
cope
And meet your
demands if you say
'I do'!
Oh GOD, my Lord!
I Make a shout and
plea to you
To bless and
preserve these one
who use
The Hijab and invite
others to come
onboard.
And those that to the
Hijab's use, they say
I do.
And not those who
think it is but a ruse!
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Come is this day
November the tenth of
every year
When Kehinde
remembers joinin the
fray
Of this world so full of
things fearful and dear.
Going down memory lane
One remembers that he
cried
To those around who
laughed at his eforts so
vain
And they welcomed him
with hands tested and
tried.
Now when he
remembers dat day
He is always happy and
gay
Cos the sadness of
yesteryears are gone
Exactly like the bullets
from a gun.
As you celebrate your
day this year
I wish you a day as
white as snow
Which is as sweet as
honey and soft as pear
And also free from
stress and sorrow.
The years you have
ahead
Will be full of joy and
success
That tail you will not be
but always the head
And finally you get
every want in excess.
Granted are all these
by God Almighty
Who is capable of
things low and mighty!
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JUST THINKING....
Now as I sit here
With an O shaped mouth
Wishing to write something
Ending up writing nothing...
Tired I am
Of this common brain drain
Greeting us all in this abode...
I can't write
I wish to work
None is here...
My dream job knocks
I open the door for it
I see it not...
Is it lurking?
Has it gone?
Is it coming back?
Or
Was it just a flash in the pan?
I know not..
Here I wait patiently
For it
Writing nonsense
Which might make sense...
Does it make sense?
I know not...
Send to me a helper
Before all goes awry...
Here I cry
Beg
Plead
Weep
Sweat
And
.......
I need it
Before it boils over!!!!
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They
Asked me
To be quiet
In my father's land
Where the milk flows
Where the honey not dries
Where peace resides and plays
Where children nightly sings naked
Caring less in the full glare of the moon...
Then
Them I
Asked if
It wasn't so
In the lands of
Theirs where they
Bath naked by the sea
Before they came to ours
I asked if the peace they so
Very much want to steal from
Us, was tenant in their own lands
Or If the peace they so desire to rob
Us of was a landlord in their dried lands...
Us
I see
That we
Have given
Them the room
To steal, plunder
And waste our native
Peace, one which was so
Living unhindered and freely
Among us in the times very past
One which we have and so freely give
Freely did we let them take those lands of
Ours which are the symbols of peace eternal.
We drove them not when they offered mirrors for
Our loving brothers who sweat to till the happy lands...
I'm
Not
In the
Know of
What to do
To bring back
To our troubled
And war-torn lands
Which quietly bleeds
Continually from their ill
Influences of yesteryears
And also those resident t'day
Among and between us as we too
Aid them to kill our motherland whose
Milk we drank and who they milked and
Tethered to nurture their barren, dry lands
To what it is this day. The blood of our brothers
Lying in bondage and slavery from the times past
In their lonely and shallow graves cry to us here t'day
To save what is left of our motherland from foreign wastes...
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Consistently inconsistent
Responsibly irresponsible
Flies among the birds
Yet the rat is his shape...
... The hypocrite...
The truthful liar
A pious criminal
Belongs to the two ends
Mouth: Two sided
Leaking words...
... The hypocrite...
Healthy but sick
Hungry but full
He is the foolish wise
Himself he deceives
Abeit thinking the world he deceiveth
He knoweth not
Full or not
He hath his stomack...
... The hypocrite...
Black nor white
Here nor there
Hence nor thence
He is.
... The hypocrite...
He tells them
That he hates us.
Us he tells
Hateful are they to him!
Inside his belly,
Both sides he had cheated
He hath the gain
Or so he thought...
... The hypocrite...
Then he enjoins good
But he is immersed in same.
He hath disease
Yet he admit not.
Help he yet refuse
From those who knows.
To others,
He is the best...
... The hypocrite...
For him
Is a great torment
Which he knoweth not...
... The hypocrite...
Let's cure the world
Of this scourge
Lest we all
Bear the brunt of this disease
Called...
... Hypocrisy...
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Faraway in an unknown
Unknown distant land
Land she sleeps
And wake all alone
All alone she lives
Lives and waits
Waits for me to come
Waits for me to come
Come take her to be
mine.
Every morning
In that faraway
Distant and unknown
land
She sings and sweeps
Like the African Woman
she is!
...Inside her
Is my child
Yet unborn...
It is to you
My unborn child
That this address is to...
...My child
Whenever, Wherever
and Whichever
Way you choose to come
Into this world
May you meet this as a
gift
From me to you!!!
...I am your father
Pride you are to me
See you not I may
And see you I may
But let it ring down in
you
That a pride to me
You are...
...This world you are
Coming into
Is a ugly beautiful place
A hopefully hopeless city
A beautiful city
With ugly villages
Which houses men
Of different varied
intents
And women
Whose animalistic
innerlings
Are covered with
glowing skins
And ready made
garments!!!
...I had done my part
My part to bring you
hither
And leave for you
A lot of deeds
Both good and not too
good
Also bad and not too
bad.
I had done my part
To bring you hither
In the best vessel
around!
And grow will you
In this truly wicked
world
To be nice and
righteous
Till you strive and
strive
To make it
Better than you met it...
Just like I
Your father...
...You know me not
My unborn child
But my news you hear
From that which is your
carrier
Of the too many bads
That I did
And of too few goods
That by me are done.
Struggle! Struggle!!
My dear Unborn Child
To better my deeds
And better your lots
For the betterment of
the world!...
...Though it be cruel to
you
Fight to abrogate
cruelity
Though it be ugly to you
Struggle to promote
beauty
Though it be a hell for
you
Endeavour to create a
heaven in it.
...For the world
Is always not what
It seem to be
And in it
Nothing remains as it is
For so long a time
Like Mariama Ba's
Long Letter!...
...So my dear child
Learn from my story
Avoid my pitfalls
Use my strengths
Understand my
weaknesses
And drink from my
wisdom pot
And it shall better you...
...For...
You are
My Unborn Child...
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Now, before my sister
feels cheated
I have to drop for her
some lines belated!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
As into matrimony you
go,
Peace and subtlety you
go with I know!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
The things that make
him in you happy
I pray will not by HIS
grace become flappy!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Your best behaviours
and religion
Made him stay by you
far like a legion!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Celestially destined you
are for him
Terestrially forever
you will be with him!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Space and time again
will hamper I
So, I have to stop with
a teary eye!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
Barakah and Sakinah to
him you shall be
Aljanat, not hell to you,
he shall be!
You are his honourable
TQ
The reason he left the
others on the queue!
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