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Opeyemi Ojomu Poem
A while ago, my heart was sealed,
Believing no man could keep it safe;
Deceitful minds have been my plight,
Understand this and know it’s been tough.
Little did I know of fate’s secret remedy,
Reviving me with its pleasant dose;
A day’s encounter unsealed my heart,
Zero morale zoomed up to the zenith.
An Edo man has made me laugh out all the pains,
Quenching the dark flames heaped in me;
My life just gained a new essence,
Undergoing the transformation this being has brought.
Happy Birthday, the perfect man of my dreams,
Allah’s unending Rahma is my prayer for you;
Maybe this is a dream 'cause it’s hard to believe,
Mere sinner like me, how did I get so lucky?
Ehirieme, you are my special gift from God,
Dial my number and I’ll always be there.
Copyright © Opeyemi Ojomu | Year Posted 2022
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Opeyemi Ojomu Poem
On my way to work this morning,
Sandwiched between two perverts,
I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky;
Someday, I will be out of this bus!
Standing in an overloaded BRT is quite a challenge,
Different flavors of armpit odor diffused through the air;
From the rotten tomato to the concentrated ammonia and decomposing rat flavor,
Certainly someday, I will be out of this bus!
My wallet gives me hope..yes I’m saving...
Someday, I shall ride my own car,
And enjoy the warmth of its air-conditioned aura.
I shall cruise this whole city with joy in my heart,
Silently acknowledging passengers in the BRT.
As we approached the unfriendly atmosphere of Oyingbo market,
Polluted by chili pepper powder;
Passengers sneezed and coughed as they inhaled the air;
Simultaneously arguing about opening or closing the windows.
Everyone seemed confused;
I was more bothered about the phlegm from the old man that had dropped on my cheek!
Amidst all these, I still tried to wear a smile,
Yes, my fat wallet gives me hope.
I shall begin my driving classes in the coming year;
Certainly someday, I will be out of this bus!
Alas, we got to the bus stop.
Everyone pushed, squeezed, trampled upon, and cursed one another.
Everyone wanted to alight at the same time...
I waited in the now spacious vehicle of receding putridity;
Receding passengers I mean...
So I could alight in peace when the rush was over.
I checked to see that my dress wasn't too rumpled,
Lo and behold! My handbag was wide open.
?With trembling fingers, I delved into it...
Wallet had disappeared!!!
Copyright © Opeyemi Ojomu | Year Posted 2022
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