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For the first 17 years, nothing much changed.
But there are two events vivid in my memory.
My father's demise, changed everything.
It unveiled my first taste of instabilty.
Daddy wasn't perfect, but he was always there.
He did not always bother to understand,
But all 12 of us knew that he always cared.
He was a rock without one trace of sand.
The second event was graduating high school.
This happened four years after daddy's demise.
No longer would a creek be my swimming pool;
And farm work would no longer be despised.
I was becoming an adult, being set free.
Those two events in May have stuck with me.
Stephen is fifty-four years of age,
And was involved in a car accident,
At the age of nineteen, new page,
‘Cos he couldn’t carpentry gent.
So he took up sports and athletics,
And found a wealth of facilities,
In Gravesham to his surprise, fix:
Others lift him into his activities.
He is a wheelchair racer, T51,
And played wheelchair rugby,
For 15 years, but in 2011, cun,
He changed to sprinting’s g.
Stephen was chosen, included,
In the 2012 London Paralympics,
Where he made the finals, duded,
To represent his country, semantics.
Just before the Games he said,
“You have got to be in the right
position and get the right [sled]
…which [to find can be a plight].”
He also talked about the dream:
“This is a dream for me to be here
and competing for [the UK mean].
I have been in the chair [30yrs near],
and it feels like it’s supposed to
happen for me. It feels great
to be in the red, white and blue”:
A man to be proud of, to state.
He competes in the 100 and 400m,
And in 2014 Swansea at the Euros,
He took the 100m bronze, bleaters,
To have the crown jumping in prose.
Then in 2016 in Grosseto, the Euros
Again, another 100m bronze medal,
Where Stephen flew the GB flag, hose,
For another great success to pedal.
He did make Rio but sadly didn’t hook,
Any medals, tho’ he trains hard,
In Dartford swimming pool, no crook,
Loving the physicality of the yard.
Our convergent joint
The rallying point
Mecca to the Pastors and Sisters
Jerusalem to the “Alhajas and Alfas”
Refuge to the weak
Shield to the strong
Nowhere on campus like our building
Life made more lively
Added life to the lifeless
Ever enliven to light up a dead soul
Restore spirit to the soulless body
Nowhere on campus like our
World Trade Centre
Goods and services are synchronized
Prizes are greatly subsidized
To augment sense of belonging to our belongings
No wonder, young and old ones throng in and out
For more copies of pieces of paper
Scrupulously they stay glued to
Modern screen for good job
Ours is the biggest edifice in Nigeria
Ours is the best in Africa
Ours is amongst the best in the world
Swimming pool completes the unparallel
Beautiful scenery that I behold every
Midnight that I lay my head on the
Cushion to cushion the tedious effect
Incurred in my sojourn on campus
Twenty four hours was for
Wisdom chicken and chips
A delicacy prepares with wisdom
Which often times leaves Couples off wisdom
As they whisper pouring out farrago of lies
Unto each others hearing
In a latter day hobo’s manner
Like a Romeo in the world of a Juliet
Savoring the dishes
Drinking all drinkable and all gulp-able
Browsing and dancing to the
Rhythm of Yahoo and “Aluta” gyration
Ours was unarguably the best
Our building clad a chamber
Where the Honourables meet
Where ideas and views are chewed
Where political and cerebral jaw jaw are cross fertilized
Where rhetoric and oratory seed are swallowed
Where we read and blessed with “8 points”
Where we digest skills to become splendid
Managers of human and material resources
Our library is incomparable in quantity and quality of materials
All these before they came
They came, they vandalized
They came, they destroyed
They came, they extorted
They came, they collected and replaced for man
Receipt of hopelessness and anguish
They came . . . killed the spirit
They came . . . gauged the soul
They came . . . stole the body
But . . .
Like the Son of Man
The spirit will rise again
Like an “Ayekoto” bird
The gauged soul will escape and fly away
Like the Biblical Zion
The stolen body will be returned
And restored for better glory.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
August 12th 2005
4.00am
Form:
my mind is not here tonight
my body is in the cosmos
my thoughts as a whole is in a state of free fall
yet and still it's alright, i am still alive and thinking
there was a time when i thought about the less
desirable side of decision
there was a time when i looked out the window and
thought about the end of reflective pages
there was a time when i wanted to dive headfirst in
an empty swimming pool
yet and still it's alright, i am still alive and thinking
i remember when every parking lot i loitered in was
flooded with my unshed teardrops
i remember when every uncooked lunch bucket i ate
was like a five course meal
i remember when the water i drunk gave new meaning
to temporary
yet and still it's alright, i am alive and thinking
one woman wanted me to be ready in two years
one woman wanted me to refer to her as a male god
one woman was indecisive about what she wanted
there rest of the women were spinning tops going around in motions
yet and still it's alright, i am alive and thinking
God reassured me in soft conversations in the middle of many moons
God comforted me in blanketed methods in the heart of a few late autumns and full winters
God never stopped care for me or loving me despite my falterings, sins, and flaws
to Him and am always alright, and as a result i am alive when i am thinking....
My first intent to write a Halloween horror story
October 31
12:00 a.m.
A young couple called Marien and Steven were walking nearby an abandoned cemetery. Full moon light was shining through the dark clouds. The sound of an owl was heard in a dry tree that stood in the entrance of the cemetery.
Suddenly, a cold air was felt in the atmosphere. A mist came from the graveyards. For the shock of Marien and Steven, corpses were coming out from the tombs. They started to run. Survival was on jeopardy.
Zombies were approaching Marien and Steven. A Halloween party was celebrated in a swimming pool of the neighborhood. Corpses started to fell in the pool. For the surprise of Marien and Steven, a TV reality show was filmed. All the events were a big joke.
the edge of town arrives quickly
you hang an inscrutable left
only to discover
one beat-up clapperboard hulk
hanging over tall corn
as if time and land-wrecked it
or
you drive to the end of
a suburban tract
and while waiting for the lights
a blue wash of sky
paints out
the last inflatable swimming pool
the land becomes a swampy hollow
prone by a basking river
treads gets sticky
in pent up pockets of tarry sun
needles of flinty light
glitter the blacktops
the road has dropped you
beyond the town limits
now miles fly straight
bending only to the whims
of natural inclinations
the prim madam inside
your G.P.S.
takes a long nap
turning to your wife
or dog
you smile
acknowledging
that the edge of town
has once again been shattered
Photographers on the lawn were making such a fuss
Woke me up to tell me I was now in Queen of every country.
You mean in this hemisphere? I asked them. But no….
They meant I was Her Royal Highness In charge of the whole Universe.
What? Soon as I realized they were serious, I started making rules.
My first decree was that it was illegal to be a photographer now.
Go to jail or scoop out the fresh warm manure from the livestock barn.
Enormous poopy pigs are there, so they left quietly after a bit of squawking.
I decided that everyone needed a mansion, a fancy car and a swimming pool.
Some creepy politicians questioned this, so I chopped their heads off.
It seemed easier and less stressful than me arguing with the idiots.
All businesses had to go to barter and accept whatever anyone wanted to give.
If someone brings a dried leaf and wants a haircut, so be it. Accept the leaf.
Do not be crabby about it either, plebian. Be gracious and pretend you like it.
All people have to pretend they like each other. That was my main rule.
How did it get clear down to number 565 on the list? Had I taken my meds?
My most popular rule was
That everyone could drive as fast as they dared.
The sixteen-year-old drivers loved this one.
It went to number one on the list in no time!
Rule 2: I have peanut butter pancake waffles for breakfast every morning.
I loved being ruler of the world!
I was so good at it!
And I was powerfully loved until one of the sixteen-year-old drivers
accidentally ran over my car.
Written 8-24-2020
Contest: If I Ruled the World
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
May is coming to a close;
we’re on the cusp of June.
School is out and children sing
the joys of summer’s tune.
To the park with mitt in hand
to play a game of ball,
young boys head in early morn
to answer summer’s call.
Mornings spent at swimming pool
to take a summer’s dip;
catching rays on poolside lounge
enjoying summer’s trip.
Afternoons passed at the creek
with fishing pole in hand
lazing in the summer sun
a time when life was grand.
I, myself, head to the lake,
guitar and jug of wine;
girlfriend riding by my side
while hoping stars align.
These fond mem’ries fill my mind,
an age when life was slow
carefree times I won’t forget
from summers long ago.
May 12, 2019
I found out a long time ago,
it's a long way down the Holiday road.
I need a vacation from my vacation.
I'd of been better off at home in deep meditation.
"You need some time off," I'm often told,
but it's a long way down that Holiday road.
Bags are packed and the bills are all paid.
Time to get on the open highway.
Driving with the top down underneath a clear sky of blue.
It doesn't get any better than this. Then my radiator blew.
I knew something like this was going to unfold.
Yes it's a long way down that Holiday road.
After being extorted by the local tow truck driver,
my Holiday was quickly becoming a fading desire.
but when I reached the Grand Canyon it was a sight to behold.
Destination accomplished on Holiday road.
I stood breathless taking in the scenery
just prior to being chased by a rapid coyote.
I spent the entire night asleep in a tree.
This vacation is killing me.
I awoke in the morning shivering and cold,
but thankfully no rabid coyote to behold.
This vacation is making me tired and old
and it's only my second day on Holiday road.
I ran out of my boots during the coyote run.
My bare feet were cracked and blistered under the hot mid day sun.
I must have run miles in this difficult terrain.
"Oh Perfect!" I said out loud as it started to rain.
I found my way back and felt even more the fool.
I left the top down. My car was a swimming pool.
Thankfully though no major damage done
and after my car dried out in the open sun
once again I was on the open road
to pursue more "fun" and "relaxation" on my Holiday road.
The victim (humor)
I was in my fifties when women found me desirable
And I became a victim of their lust.
The wife of a friend of mine came in as I came out
of the bathroom starkers.
I'm a moral person, but this was an unavoidable situation
So we ended up in bed until she fainted.
Women talk, I got a call from a woman who had a swimming pool
In the backyard, I drove there, but she wanted more
And more she got until she fell exhausted asleep.
I drove home, and my old girlfriend was outside my house
She was drunk, wanted more wine, I gave it to her, and she demanded
sex, happily, she fell asleep when she awoke, she thought
We had had sex, she had a shower, and wanted white wine
before driving home, kissing me warmly, asked me if she was
Good in bed reassured her that she was the best.
It was as if my sex life had reached a crescendo, a heart surgery
stabilized my emotional life; I should have taken the women
to court, I had only wanted to be friendly
And they used my goodness to their advantage, but it is too late
But I can complain to the # MeToo movement