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Our pride was taken
Our fate was decided
Our lives was meaningless
We suffered for no reason.

We were separated from our families
We were sold like a piece of clothing
We became slaves due to debts,food and servitudes.

We were beaten, starved, whipped and tortured
We wore chains as if it were the Royal jewelries
We were murdered without a second thought.

Our females were raped and molested 
To satisfy their sexual urge
We dare not disobey orders
We dare not make our own choices.

We sailed on sea waters day after day
Dying of starvation and malnutrition
Anyone who didn't survive the sailing
was thrown into the sea.

Surviving the voyage was our horror
We were trapped in bondage against our will
Our legs,hands and mouth were in shackles
We lie cupped against one another like spoons.

Our masters were just too cruel to humanity
They hated us with passion
They treated us like we were nothing
Animals were better of than us.
They hated our skin and existence.

We were rode on like horses
Toiling night and day like ants
Having no rest whatsoever
Making us walk naked like a mad human.

But now! The struggle is over
Look at my hands, I'm free!
Free like an eagle soaring high
Free from slavery and captivity.

Yes! Free from the life I didn't choose
Free from the years of punishment
Free from the years of suffering for no cause.
Oh Yes! I'm free!
My worst nightmare is gone!

© Rita Oyewale 08|18

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When we are grief is untold
When we are helpless and hopeless
When we are all wandering with no direction
When all hope is lost amidst insurgence.

When the girl child is raped, molested and battered with no justice.
When innocent babies are aborted in birth places and thrown in sacred places.
When the boy child is put under immoral subjection and barbaric act.

When life's experiences makes us lose our balances.
When justices seems like a crisis
When innocent lives are murdered and butchered like animals.

When the remembrance of the lost seems like a trauma we can't recover from.
When their stories can only be told within our hearts and not foretold.

When we are scold,blindfold and sold together with our household.
When our raised placards can't save us.
When our cries is no longer heard and sounds like an helpless widow.

When fraudulent practices has become an habit of those in governance.
When our rights as a citizen is overruled even as a franchise.
When we bark like a toothless dog.

Give us a heart of flesh oh God! ??????

Copyright © Rita Oyewale | Year Posted 2018

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Our Hustle

Everyday our lives is a struggle
We toil day and night to make a living.
Our survival lies in hardship.

Our beds are not of roses
The rich can't feel our hustle
They don't know our struggles

The sun sets on us
And when it goes down
right before our nose
Then We retire for the day.

We hustle for shelter
We hustle for cash
We hustle for food 
We have to survive, don't we?

We have families
Their needs depends on us
We have to take care of them before poverty sets in.

Hustling is every man's key to survival.

© Rita Oyewale

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Àwèró, the only woman squaring my moon
Your beauty is priceless
Your character is just so perfect.

Àwèró, your lips are like lilies
Dropping sweet smelling myrrh
Your eyes are as the eyes of dove
By the rivers of waters.

Àwèró, I have been to Ólúwêrî
If she could clear off this love spell
Away from my eyes
But she couldn't.

Àwèró, I have met with Sángó Ólúkòsó
If he could strike out this obsession
But he couldn't.

Àwèró, the 7 hills of iree was not left out
I climbed them with courage and hope
To prove what I have for you.

Àwèró, dakun gbó temi
My love for you is above flowers.
You are the source of my joy
Òrisà Òkè can attest to that.

Àwèró, let me be lost in your heart
For I listen not to the Hunter's whistle
Let me go astray in thy thoughts
For I give unto you all that I bear.

©Rita Oyewale.

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The Value Of a Smile

The value of a smile is priceless,
yet it is the cheapest, easiest, 
most rewarding and most sincere gift to anyone that crosses your path. 

A smile makes a person's day, anybody's day even a stranger's day. 

A smile is nature's best antidote for discouragement. 
It brings rest to the weary, sunshine to those who are sad, and hope to those who are hopeless and defeated.

A smile is so valuable that it can't be bought, begged, borrowed, or taken away against your will. You have to be willing to give a smile away before it can do anyone else any good.

So if someone is too tired or grumpy to flash you a smile, let him have one of yours anyway. Nobody needs a smile as much as the person who has none to give.

A smile is infectious.
 Start infecting people with your smile today.

Copyright © Rita Oyewale | Year Posted 2018

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There's a path I want to see

As strong as the wave of the sea

Where comfort betides

And serenity abides

That path I want to see.

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Fame fades like flowers
Fame makes all things glitters
Fame attracts parasites to you
Who will want to milk and use you.

Fame doesn't make you more attractive
It only describes you like an adjective
Fame makes you feel like a super being
And makes you lose your being.

Fame can make you feel lonely and dark
Like an abandoned Manson aback
Fame turns you into a façade
Which is unrealistic and unfair.

Fame wants you to be perfect
But your purpose do you project?
Fame makes you lose your right to being private
It automatically turns you into everyone's date.

Fame gives you what is temporary
And makes people see you as extraordinary.

Don't be too carried away
Fame fades.

Copyright © Rita Oyewale | Year Posted 2018