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A VICTIM

Posted: April 13, 2018 by lade in creative writting

You get hurt often times,
You slid down the last past
Past of your sensitive cloning
Yet those forms kept you running.

Its hard to love
But when you do,
The world seems to fall
As if nothing is impossible.

I was a victim of love,
I mean a victim to love
My heart has been grinded,
Broken,polished and dusted

These things
Will never be given in bit
Nor in whole.
Am a victim to your love again.

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MISOGYNY

Posted: January 18, 2018 by lade in creative writting, Poems

The little girl walked through the crowded street
Swam against the unprecedented
like a fish against the current
She felt a stab for weakness
finding a way to get back home Trapped,
In her chaotic oblivion.

She raised all hope as she recalls her silent life
The world is nothing but a lying mirror
But thats not her knowledge and so she smiled
A trickle of whispers grew around her
Gasps and giggles followed her steps.

They glared and stared at her sheer audacity
For her dress,the colour of innocence
Now stained with red
The world was disgusted with a single colour
A Colour of shreds.

The colour of blood which defined life
Was the colour of courage and sacrifice
Now it marks nothing but shame
A struggle that’s ought to be within
Out of understanding.

Now she crossed the threshold of womanhood
An endless abyss of responsibilities,
Where all questions fills the tube
The little girl was no more
Because her innocence was murdered by misogyny.

STINGS

Posted: January 17, 2018 by lade in creative writting, Poems
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I sat as i wonder why we clamour for love
It brings sadness, 
Problems, 
Uncertainty, yet we get entangled.

I still cant see
The feelings of someone
Affecting my unique being
Where the last human touch brings tears.

It renders the strong weak, 
Makes the wise a fool
Am a victim, it weakens my strenght
Just like a Bee,  it stings. 

THE SHALLOW

Posted: November 15, 2017 by lade in creative writting

Tickles makes you cry,
You wonder if that human sees
You live or die
It doesn’t really matter.

I have seen the wounded skate
The one who became a stall
A shout from every inges
Why hurt with blood?

Waters are not to be drawn
If not, tears would have flowed
Then the hearts makes noise
Just to cover the wounds.

Have seen the actions
That of the wise
The wisdom burried in silence
Will never come to be seen by the shallow

Two faces

Posted: September 10, 2017 by lade in creative writting

Have heard Angels;
Crying for help
Not the heavenly
Alas! I would blasphame.

Have heard the roar from the den,
A sound of submission,
Even goat bleat
Majestically out of its den.

Have tasted the wisdom in insanity
How can i run away from its grip?
Have got pierced with torns,
It filled my happy heart.

Have seen the decency in uncladness,
My morality; bewilderment
Have seen the the torns of roses
The ugliness in beauty.

Have seen the dauntless in love
The madness in sanity,
Have heard the cry of a child
The happiness in tears.

JOY OF PREACHING 

Posted: August 29, 2017 by lade in creative writting, Poems

As we work in pairs
Our bags tagged to our hands
Our mission is to spread the good news
Our voices are heard wide and far.

We enjoy talking about the one
The person who called us to is side
That greatest being yet he showed us love
Life everlasting, he promised. 

In the sun, we preach.
In the rain, we teach.
Our smiles never diminish
His kingdom our priority.

Still in the tenth century

Posted: July 24, 2017 by lade in creative writting

I was walking on my crazy drone, i started seeing the things we do, i mean the things we do engage ourself in. I am forced to state that we are still in the 10th century where all the king says became laws. I remember those days in school, my university curriculum are still of old, we were taught things oh! I mean irrelevant things, i dont understand why we still stand to prove the ‘rate of a reaction’ or all those ‘thevenin theorem’ instead of applying them. Those days in that place called school where we were taught. Did i said “taught”? Not at all, we were drilled, mis treated. where the sons and daughters of the almighty lecturer are the ones who had those precious grades or do i have to talk about those ladies who with there lumbicious back hill would offer themselves willingly in the day when there services are needed. Still in that century where a graduate cant operate a laptop not to talk about touching the lives of the so called young ones, i was bewildered the day a graduate came to me asking how to write a curriculum vitae. May God help us, i wouldn’t have said that prayer because is like our prayers just seems hanging. A father once said “when God sent satan out of heaven, he sent him to Nigeria”. Our educational system is what it used to be like we are still the days of Napoleon and Shakespeare

Culture used to be a heritage, but now it seems like a way to rob ourselves of valuables.I was walking down the street today  with my bag and umbrella declearing the goodnews jeje as a Jehovah witness “eleri Jehovah” until one guy named ‘ara orun” masquerade came asking for money.I was like abeg ooo, you can see that am busy with the work of the Almighty. The next thing i saw was a flying cane, while he was making one indescribable sound. This was when i remembered that everything is on the road to drop zone. Dont get me wrong am not blaming the African culture but in those days which i cant actually remember, all these masquerades are meant to be a form of entertainment and not an act that terrifies. Well we are still in that century.

Am no politician infact i have zero likeness for politics but when someone with a syndrome called general street madness like that of two senators (the name we call our political robbers) from the state called confluence turn themselves to kolintin and barrister or pasuma and malaika, singing all sorts of jules songs (ajekun iya) what else are we gonna say in a country where stealing 400 naira warrants a jail time of 8 years but that of the asset declaration fraud were discharged and acquitted. Am still trying to understand that scenerio, if not the tenth century, why will a suspect be a president of senators? Oooo now i got it , he is the president of hoodlums who called themselves whatever they like,gave themselves a decorated name to be celeberated. When are we gonna leave this century of no proper brain. I have never voted in my life. I still pity those who queue in the sun and sometimes in the rain as if they were living up to NYSC anthem.

    Touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm. Bros forget that oo,  if truly they are anointed why have sex tapes? why embezzle money? Whats there business in politics or when did they became a business man. A friend once said”if only they add PLC to the name of church,  then i will attend “. I totally concur,  in China a pastor was in prisoned for mishandling the church’s money. Well they are in the 21st century. Awon Alfa waa those who cries for the political leaders, our prophets never took refuge in politics, i don’t understand who you dey copy. Religious leader will say they must not be poor, fine but must you be rich with material things? Lions have Dens, birds has best says the but the  son of man have no place to rest his head says the holy book. Jesus don’t even have a donkey not to talk of chariot, pastors now possess mansions, jets and cars, Wellwe must not touch our anointed .

If you guys are fed up like me, abeg meet me at the place where my best friend is now the president. I never do wedding with Nigeria, no for better for worse. Is there any time called better? All i have seen here is “worse” we will definitely have an in state president one day. When we do, please call me back. for now, let me keep asking God why he sent Satan to Nigeria.

My Apology 

Posted: April 30, 2017 by lade in creative writting, Poems

On the wounded skate
I came,
You were apprehensive
Yet you took me in
I waited till your heel heals
Lasted for months of dog years
Every broken plates I picked,
I thought we would lay forever
So I Promised you forevermore
Now all lays in mud

Am sorry to bruise your heart
I never meant to be rude to your heart
Though our distance took us apart
I used to keep you in my shirt
But we both kick out to the start.
No more lifeline to give me
Since You gave out the last one
Without thinking if am worth it
Though my expectations are too defined
People change, I understand,
That’s why I tender Apology

OUR HIDDEN LIGHT

Posted: March 21, 2017 by lade in creative writting

As our light found us in our bed,
All stories are next to ours
You think too much over the future
while i lived in the present.

Our stories are more than all
who you want me be, am not there yet
though your friends think am hopeless
But i gave you all my heart.

We no longer feel our stars
but we still feel our long touch
wish we never stayed apart
Now our broken ropes are so hard to mend.

THE BROKEN LINE

Posted: March 9, 2017 by lade in creative writting

At the door it waits,
A call to my own time
Her snowy unblinking eyes, deep to my soul
My scary thoughts of lossing thee

It makes my silent slayed
Foolishness of my wisdom
I lay in siege for my fall
Yet I dont wana walk away so easily.

We couldn’t burn
We couldn’t melt
We couldn’t bend
Now we cave in.

Felt we were borne to shine
Thought we were scorge to rise
Now we walk down the broken line
With our fate laying in tear.