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Must Money Make Man Mad

Must money make man mad?
Money makes man mad
Meanwhile, man made money
Must millions make man mad?

Massive money many mention
Mighty materials, man’s main mandate
Making many mentally magnetic
Mean money might mar man

Con-men crave catching cash consistently
Committing crimes continuously
Consequently, they’re caught, captured, killed

While we wonder where we’re
We want wealth which withers
When we wouldn’t wake

We wouldn’t work without weighing ways
When we weigh madness with mildness
We would work with wisdom
When we work wisely, 
We would win




MUSE: AKINDELE OLUWAJIMI

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Adebimpe, the African Beauty

ADEBIMPE

Going through this life at a frenzied pace
It's clear why we call it human race
I saw a piece of carefully gathered stardust
A desire for every parent


Adebimpe, a true definition of Omoluabi
Ornamented with great courtesy
Is she from this generation?
Is she for this generation?


Within bounds how do I keep this admiration?
With her modesty which confined me in amazement
More admirable is her compassionate heart
With a house of the soul devoid of deception


A little girl with qualities of a good mother
I've met Alara
I've met Aresa
But none is anywhere near her


I've met Olugbon
I've met Ajero
They appeared not in her row


When she writes, I bet it
Thou shall re-read till thy wide grey eyes are ensnared
And glued to the awe-inspiring handwriting


When she reads, I bet it
Thou shall listen  till thy ears are ensnared
Through her eloquent free flowing articulations
Her ornamental expressions are like apples of gold
Set aside in a silver filigree


When she sings,
Where art thy sorrows?
Forgotten in few seconds
Her sonorous voice, the envy of birds


When she cooks,
Sedately,  the condiments she blends
The aroma of her food, enough a food
Her use of locust beans,
The envy of housewives


When she dances, I bet it
Thou shalt hate dancing
For even a cockroach would do it better


Upon all the lofty mountains shall I vocalise her admiration
For my palate in low tone utters truthfulness
I shall proclaim her modesty
I shall invite birds
For behold we shall sing a song of a young African girl


I shall send an invitation to the stars
For we shall illuminate the sky
In return, a beautiful panorama shall we have


Let the earth rejoice
For this girl is one in a trillion
Let the unborn children remain anxious
For they shall live to tell their offsprings


Let the mountain shout for joy
Let the leaves rise and dance
Let the insects sing and rustle about
Let the rat embrace the cat


With full acceleration,
Let the snails rush down
With a heart full of joy and enthusiasm,
Let the tortoise outrun the horse
In a bid to behold Adebimpe.


O! heavens, may I look on thy holy radiance?
O! good God, to my humble supplication,
Do give ears
Let every child adopt her style
And we shall retrieve the gone good generation











N.B: 'Omoluabi' is a term used by the 'Yorubas',in Nigeria, to refer to one who is well-cultured. 'Alara, Aresa, Ajero' are used to depict different categories of people ever graced the land.

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The Social Tree

The most social thing on earth
Social than the Social Networking Sites
Tall with straight uniform trunk
Unbranched trunk topped with a
Tuft fanlike or featherlike leaves.

Cresting with a plume of long feathery fronds
Making a graceful silhouette of unique beauty
With spiral arrangement of its wood fibers
Which makes it a tree of unusual suppleness and strength

Large evergreen leaves
With bundles of vascular tissue
Scattered throughout the trunks.
Abundant throughout the tropics
And thrive in almost every inhabitat therein

The quintessential image of relaxed and elegant lifestyle
A good friend in need,
A good friend indeed
Because of its versatility,
Many people cannot do without it.

Having as many uses as the year has days.
And noted for productivity in the bible
Imagine the way it comes to its full bearing
After ten to fifteen years on earth.
And still continue to bear for nearly a hundred years.

Of great economic importance,
Providing food, fibre, wine and oil
Widely used in landscaping for its exotic appearance
A useful ornamental tree
This social palm tree

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Unity

Unanimously, One plus one equals one community
Not for ANIMOsity but for HUMANity
In style shall we cease the opportunity
To become great in unity
Yelling excitedly till infinity

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Gone Too Soon

All alone in a bush downstream
Where not a soul was likely to dwell
Pinned against the green grasses, a young girl
Injecting her ruthlessly, a cruel hunk
At my sight, off he fled

A rape victim an innocent soul
Her mind drifts into the abyss of sorrow
As red fluid streams down her thighs
Reaching out for a nearby leaf
Just to clear off the mess

Her heart,heavy in her ribs
Up I lifted and embraced her as the 
torrent of her tears soaks through my shirt
I could hear her silent screams
As she tries to hold back the seething torrent

Holding on to her nerves,
She suffocates with each breath
For he had sucked out the life in her
Painfully, she groans 'Adieu my dignity'
Gone too soon, her virginity

Time and time again, 
As the steady stream trickles down her face,
Her lower lip quivers
Her eyes, the colour of moss and dirt
Shoveled together

As if a black mist had settled upon her
The day bright, but the torrid sun she could not feel
The sonorous song of birds, less could she hear 
Sadness, her nightingale
Tainting her joy

Inside her heart, a piercing thorn
As sharp and incisive
As the stroke of a fang
A visit to the great beyond,
Her last resort

Sharply, her pains I inhale
Sitting below my skin, 
The depth of her piercing thorn
Round her thin dark hair, my hand hovers
Just to calm her intra-personal war

'Young girl', said I then to her
Brighter than the stars, the future
For the past can you change not'
Too dark, today's night
Too bright, tomorrow's sun

To wind back the hand of  time 
And save her day, my desire
To her,  the world was lost
Off she sadly went!
Permanent joy, all but a task

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Write It Right

Wright, write right
Real men eschew fright
In this place, wrongs are right
Traditional rites in daylight?
Expose how that day turned night

In that pen there is might
Take a step with great delight

Right things be written right
Include that supernatural flight
Get thy vision shinning bright
Heave up thy humdrum sight
Think deep and be a knight

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When Bbc Dies

We all wonder how time flies
As tears flow in our eyes
When shall we stop our cries?
Each day and night, living libraries pay the price

How do I narrate thy death?
A threat to my health!
My heart bleeds!
As sepulcher gives you shields

I thought it was an Irony
Because at a time like that, thou acted funny
However, I've accepted my agony!

Thy death, my grieve, my cries!
When 'Beauty Brain Character' dies
Then, what good thing in the world lies?







Mourning the death of a friend, Joyhes Osiebe who was a symbol of BBC(Beauty Brain Character) who died on Thursday, 22nd December, 2016 in an auto crash. Miss you, BBC.

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My Black Wooden Spoon

With none in my infant's mouth, I was born
Even though a big silver spoon I craved
Of an affluence, I was left quite forlorn
Hence, contentment without the spoon I craved

For myself, a black wooden spoon I made
Spooning my mouth with every contentment
Said I then to my heart: 'good it's self-made'
Oh! I love the darkness, my excitement

In my tea cup, there was a stubborn storm
To break my spoon it gladly desired
With a strong resistance and great reform
Courageously said my spoon: 'you're fired'

The stubborn storm it calmed, where art the loon?
So adorable! My black wooden spoon







N.B: I have used 'my black wooden spoon' as a metaphor for contentment.
Stanza 1 expresses my wish to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth (I.e to be born rich)
Stanza 2 expresses my self-discipline, diligence and contentment since I wasn't born rich.
Stanza 3 expresses  that there are trying times difficult to deal with.
Stanza 4 expresses how contentment calms covetousness especially if one is a loon.

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To My Gentle Little Jane

O! My gentle little Jane
Amazing me with thy brain
Being a writer thou shall gain
When thy writings drip like rain
I shall smile in thy reign

Make it snappy writing pays
Pick thy pen and stop delays
Practise it in all thy days
I shall witness thy heydays
Thou shall live to make headways

Seas and oceans never dry
Garnished lines never shall die
Make them colourful than a dye
Paint like stars would paint the sky
In the end thou shall soar high

I know thou shall pull down rocks
Moulding poetic lines like blocks
Ignore all the talks and mocks
Get thyself a very big box
Where thy foes are kept like cocks

Ensure those lines are worthwhile
They shall marvel at thy style
Thou shall give them a wry smile
When they eat from the trash pile

O! My gentle little Jane
I shall give you a campaign
Thou shall travel in airplane
Being a writer thou shall gain

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Life Is Knife

Life brings knife to our dreams
Injecting us with pains and dooms
For in it resides sorrows
Enclosing us in death rows.
In sadness we curse the day thou came our ways

O! Life! Why art thou so cruel?
In pains we announce the departure of our wards
O! Life why art thou so cruel?
In tears we bury innocent babies
Stinging death like venom of bees
O! Life why art thou so cruel?

How do we narrate the story of the wretched grey hair
Our old die out of a heavy heart
Thou knocked down the poor orphan
Now oppressed by the rich man
In tears he bemoans his existence
For life has stabbed him with knife

In depression we gnash our teeth
Consistently confronted, with a struggle, 
Oceans of tear, simultaneously juggle. 
Though it's short, some live it like no other. 
For some it's short but they never bother. 
Like everything else, it will end 
and we all shall one day say goodbye.