ACT LIKE A MAMA CHEETAH

 

Be fast as a Cheetah.

Be cunning like a Cheetah.

Be wise like a Cheetah.

Be smart like a Cheetah.

Be strong like a Cheetah.

Learn to attack like a Cheetah.

In decision making,

Why not tweak your brains,

Into swift, wise changes.

When a Cheetah

Is on a hunting spree,

She will hide her whole body,

Under the grass.

As her preys

Continue to graze on the grasses,

They are much unaware that;

An attacker is coming to hunt them.

As she continues to keep herself hidden,

It might be taking too long,

But she uses all this time.

To target a particular animal,

To feed on.

Life always want to beat us down,

But at this point,

We all need to put on;

Our fast, cunny, wise, smart, strong and attacking crown on.

Life is like an animal,

That always run fast ahead of us,

And leaves us humans on earth behind,

But we all have to cut a piece of it,

Better still grab the whole animal,

For our enjoyment.

There are, times,

When the animal will run faster than you,

We will be left with just scrabs of a dead animal

Or we hunt on rodents.

These are hard times,

Don't feel weary and do not be sad.

There are better days ahead,

No matter how long it takes.

And finally,

You are successful:

Success in diverse relationships,

Success in Education,

Success wholesomely,

And you see yourself riding,

A royalty cart that is

high in the sky.

ADEBAYO, Busayo. 

It Was Supposed To Be A Simple Kiss

We kissed,

A long deep kiss,

A long deep French kiss.

Tongue on tongue,

While mixing saliva.

A long deep morning kiss,

That we both forgot,

That it is a working day.

It was supposed to be a simple kiss.

A kiss that led to,

Shielding away our work clothes,

Away from our already,

Engrossed body with sweats.

A simple kiss that got the hunk,

To find his tongue moving down,

To her neck, to her nipples,

And down to her navel.

Then she started vibrating at intervals.

She handled three of my longest fingers,

 To make it stand like carrots,

And deepen it into her pussy.

I increased the tempo,

That an ordinary finger,

Began to make her squirts.

Then I will make her,

Hunger more for my,

Already throbbing and standing rod.

And I kissed her down to her feet's,

Like some crazy feet's fetish,

While I was still fingering her.

Then I kissed all over her body back up,

And now it is time to gently,

Slide my warm cucumber,

Into her soft pinkish cold pussy.

When I got comfortable,

Riding in and out of her water bed,

Then I see myself,

Floating high in the sky,

Within the cloud's.

When I was speeding up,

I handled her like a roman god,

That made her squirts severally,

Before dumping my loads into her.

And this sweet session made us,

To totally forgot about office that day.

 
WRITTEN BY: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

Sword of Words

Some words can,

Pierce through the heart.

Some words can,

Soothe ones mind.

Where do you belong?

Words are so gallant,

Like a roman warrior.

Words are sharp too,

Like rays from the sun.

While some simply,

Makes theirs recklessly.

Are you someone,

That watch your words?

Are you someone,

That says gibberish,

Which has no meaning to human hearing?

Are you someone that,

Just go around hurting,

With your hurtful tongue?

Words are meant to be built,

With beauty and poise.

But you decide that it is to be built,

Harsh like knives,

That cut through ones flesh.

Words changes live to be better,

But you use the words to tarnish ones image.

Words put laughter on the face,

But you decide to use it to make someone weeps.

Why brother? Why sister?

Why don't you use the word,

To change someones life,

Either mentally, psychologically, and physically?

Why don't you use your words,

To make an impact in the world?

Finally, I will say,

Instead of using your words,

To hurt someone both internally and externally,

Then why not keep quiet?

Because a statement made out,

Is just like an egg,

Once broken, it can never be joined together again.

Words travels wide and can never be taken back.

And can never be forgotten by the person that received it.

WRITTEN BY: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

THIS MAN IS POSSESSIVE

Ah! Haven't I got stucked in an engagement that will snuff life out of me? I have little kids that I cannot live on earth and proceed to Heaven. Who will help me? Wow! This man is possessive. Always monitoring my movement.

I am always submissive to him and I am a slave to him even in the bedroom. All my support is at his beck and call. I give him everything he wants and everything he needs. Even if it is not convenient for me, I sacrifice this moment. The house help is more like a detective for him. What more does he want?

When I am on the phone, he overs all over the phone call

He is a tail stucked onto me when I am going out

He keeps a landline at home to monitor my movement. When he calls and no one picks the call, he will come back home deliberately without his car in quick assumption that another man is with me. When we are in either Churches or an event, he doesn't want me to move an inch away from him. He takes the responsibility to drop the kids in School including all the Schools activities, he will still be the one to take charge.

He keeps a First Class Architectural graduate in his home as an house wife. What about what I want to do? What about my freedom? What about following my dreams?

I have had plans of leaving this marriage, but what about my kids? I do not want to raise them without a father or in another marriage or as a single mother. If I threaten him with this, he will hold me to ransom with suicidal attempts.

My parents are no more. I have no where to fall back to. He has alienated from keeping friends. He and the house help goes to the market when the house is in need of home groceries. Just to stretch my legs as been timetabled on Saturdays and Sundays so he will have the opportunity to follow me. Hmm! All the neighbours think this marriage is like a bed of roses, they do not know that I am in bondage.

He is never ready to have a discussion, either for fun or serious business. He does not even give me any chance to advise, encourage and at least, view my support on how his business will grow. But he is always ready to monitor my movement and accompany me to anywhere. In fact, he constantly leaves office to accompany me to wherever I am going.

Who is willing to help me? Who is ready to hear my silent screams? Who is ready to help me counsel my husband because all what I listed down are not ordinary protection over a spouse? What will I do? What can I do? What should I do?

WRITTEN BY: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

OLORI EWALORI

Ewa mi!

Ewalori Oremi owon!

She takes pride in being called that.

And indeed, She is pretty.

In person,

In character,

And her comic life style.

Although, we just met,

Not physically, but online.

But it always feels like,

We've friends from childhood.

And she always amuses me much.

With the way she carries herself,

I must confess, when I am online,

And she is not there,

Or hasn't posted something new.

The platform will always seems boring.

It always feels like we are discussing in person.

When ever I read from her.

For in a donkey years,

I have never come across,

Anyone who cultured her appearance this well.

She always does things to make not only herself,

But her audience to raise some cheek up.

Let me say this act makes her a philanthropist;

Not in expenses though,

But helps all her viewers to smile and have a good laughter.

Kudus to you on that simple but generous act.

That doesn't mean she does not have a itchy part as well,

She is kind of emotional,

But never wears it on her face.

I give it to her,

For she is thick skinned.

I see she loves the glamour of life,

And a rare gem she is.

Dad and Mummy Ewalori,

Weldone and I thank you Sir and Ma,

For raising a dove this well.

Who is it that I have been giving this awe to?

 

My friend, Adeola Oguniyi

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!

WRITTEN BY: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

WE ALL HAVE SECRETS

Covered with cockroaches,

In our cupboard's.

Designed with webs ,

In our wardrobes.

Deep down in our,

Deepest and darkest Well Water.

There we all have our secrets kept.

You might be the sanest Pastor

Or you are the most clean Alfa

Or you must be so perfect with your pretence

You still have secrets, I say.

You are acting around as hypocrites.

Condemning others who have their own secrets leaked.

But deep down within you,

You bet you are not clean one bit.

And yours might even be dirtier.

If no one can figure the secret out in you,

I trust Mr Conscience with his Cain,

With several line attached with steels,

More like the ones used to weep Jesus several thousand years ago.

If Mrs Lakashegbe wears a pant,

That is filled with holes because of the rats in her house?

And if Mr Koshegbe is seeing four girl at the same time?

Is it your business to become an unpaid paparazzi in people issues?

Can't you see and not spread the news around?

In this case, I think you need a job MR.

I just hope and pray you will not be tagged a name in that office either?

Or I advised that you must contact a psychologist?

If this behaviour isn't born with,

Then this illness must be very difficult to leave you.

Listen!

No matter what in life,

All of us are moving around with our dirt ,

Covered up with expensive designer dresses.

I just hope that designer does not have a thorn?

But the fact is that,

No being of this earth can prove that he or she does not have a secret.

Most of us are lucky,

To transition to Heaven.

Some fall deep down,

Into our doom called Hell,

Without the smokes of our hidden agenda’s.

Well, I will say congratulations.

But your conscience,

Shall continue lashing you,

From the hottest rod,

That is within Lucifer’s grip.

WRITTEN BY: ADEBAYO, Busayo.