Russian Roulette

Without thinking

And jumping into it

This eventually started

After much efforts made

To eschew from this

Like a gamble

This game started

Yes, this risky game of love

Indeed started

A Russian roulette I named it

She was pretty has a serpent

She carries a name after a mother of all

Eve! Eve was her name

She was a Jezebel over a thousand men

And she was still the wisest of all women

I never fall for love at first sight

But Eve’s sight caused it

Like an epidemic

Love overwhelmed me

Never knew I would later suffer it

And like an over-bloomed virus

Deep inside me

At first sight

Day by day

We started this game

We began this;

Lethal game of chance

We begin to spin this revolver

With a puzzle placed against my head only

But I was blinded by her deceitful

Game of love

Only a chamber is loaded in this

Six rounds revolver

We were lucky

To pull five empty revolver

At ourselves

But all my belief was this is game

Now the sixth day is here

And beckoning on us

The night before

Rapid eye movement

Was under our eyelids

I thought we would stop

This game of chance

Unknowing to me

Rapid changes

Overwhelmed my ‘gentle’ eve

It was her time to spin the gun

Fear now began to cover me

From head to toe

Water begins coming

From all hair holes on my body

She gave it a slow spin

That it won’t make a complete

Clockwise movement

It only made a thirty angle movement

And ended on me

She didn’t even think it twice

Before pulling the trigger

On me

I run into Eve’s game

Like the fish ran into the hook

My heart began to breathe out fast

That Eve sees it through my chest

I took my last deep breath

Before Eve’s bullet

Pierced through my heart

While shattering it

And leaves my lifeless body

Laying fallow on the floor

WRITTEN BY: ADEBAYO BUSAYO

History Prefers Legends to Men

History prefers legends to men

It prefers nobility to brutality

Soaring speeches to quiet deeds

History rem embers the battle

And forgets the blood

Whatever history rem embers of me

If it rem embers anything at all

It shall only be

A fraction of the truth

For whatever else I am

A husband, a lawyer...

A president...

I shall always think of myself

As a man who struggled against darkness

I leave in your trusted hands,

My dear friend henry.

Adieu!!!

As I breathe my last breathe

Adieu!... Adieu! Adieu!

GRIEF

This is how grief goes;

First,

It will be like a dream,

You try to keep everything normal as you can.

You pretend it didn't happen

Or you pretend you can go on

As if it didn't happen,

Maybe you get angry at the world,

That its injustice.

Angry at anything or anybody really,

Then you are just sad,

Your joy is gone,

Your smile fades,

You see that person everywhere

And nothing looks the same anymore;

All the things you believed in are shaking,

Your whole foundation;

Things that were certain

Now comes into questioning

And then one day you finally tell yourself,

So far it happened and God let it,

If He did,

Then what does He want me to do about it?

How am I supposed to respond?

By: Adebayo Busayo