WAKE UP CALL

You woke up,

And there Your little Johnny is,

Standing at an attention,

Just like an Iroko stuffed Tree.

It is stretching out,

To enjoy the early morning cold weather.

Your body is feeling chilly,

But your little man is warming itself up.

It is your daily realisation,

That you are not dead down there,

It is your wake up call;

That "Hey Dude, I am still here".

Some tends to jerk it off back to sleep,

While some just leave it to be;

Dangling around as it dances,

To the tune of the cold weather.

Some use it to infuriates aggression,

On the partner they are sharing the bed with,

Before preparing for their daily activities.

While some just kill it with their early morning pee.

Let me go and attend to my duties,

Before this temptation leads to something sinister.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

WORDS

Words are built,

With great beauty and poise.

Words are also built,

Harsh like knives,

That cuts through ones flesh.

It depend on which you decides to speak!

Words change life's to best.

Words tarnish ones image to the world.

Words put laughter on ones face.

This words also makes one weep.

It all depends on which you speak!

Why don't you use your words,

To better ones living?

Either Mentally, Psychologically or Physically?

Why don't you use your words,

To make a positive impact in the world?

Instead of using your words,

To hurt both internally or externally,

Why don't you keep quiet?

Because a statement voiced out,

Travels wide, can never be taken back,

And can never be forgotten!

It depends on which you decide to speak!

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

80%/20% RULE IN RELATIONSHIPS

Who is aware of the 80%/20% Rule?

In courtships, we should manage the 80% that your partner is giving you. Don't expect a whole 100% from your partner. We can't all be perfect the way you want in Relationships.

Now, most of the partners that are never satisfied with the 80% that is given tends to go in search for the remaining 20% short term sweetness. So you leave the 80% thinking you are getting something better but you are wrong.

Be satisfied with the 80% and let the courtship rainbow colour don't become dry.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

It was in sin that you were conceived,

The nine month you spent in the belly of your mum,You were alone in a dark environment.

You did not come in to the world with an escort.

No one was there to share in your pain when you were crying.

The world is not ready to hear your stories,

But when you start eating comfortably,

It is then that you will start hearing several knocks on your doorstep.

There is what we know as “Friendnemies” in life.

They are always full of pretence when you are in front of each other,

They pretend to cry with you in deceit,

But deep within them,

They are happy about your wounds.

Believe in yourself!

Learn to be happy with contempt in your capability.

Nobody is ready to die with you.

Sooner or later,

You alone will end up alone with you deeds in your grave!

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

LITTLE FAITH

When the tear drops,

It is not because of our emotions.

I view it has a time,

To reflect over our past.

We should not lie.

We all used to paddle in the stream,

In the sun and moon,

But always to the wrong direction.

But we all still have a LITTLE FAITH!

Friends should grow a LITTLE FAITH in themselves!

The world should give a LITTLE FAITH in them!

Our life should give us a LITTLE FAITH!

So long time still moves,

More chances are still opened to us all.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

WHY I FOUND LOVE IN YOU

I found love in you,

And because you loved me back,

I have learn to love me too.

Never have I felt,

That I could be all that you see.

Its like our heart have intertwined,

In to the perfect harmony.

This is why I love you!

This is why I love you!

Because you love me!

You loved back too!

You love me so much!

I found love in you,

And no other love will do.

Every moment that you smile,

Chases all my pain away.

Forever and for life,

In my heart is where you stay.

The stars have all aligned.

And now is the time to say;

I love you! I love you! I love you so much!

I do love so so much!

In the twenty four hours in a day,

Seven days og the week,

No matter the thought,

That passes accross my mind,

Your glowing face accompanied it,

With your smirk that crosses my mind.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

TWO WORDS AND MORE...

Love of my life,

My soul within.

I still breathes,

From hearing your voice.

You are part of lung's,

That I breathes with.

Once you are not close to me,

Half of me is left.

I do not know anything,

When I am broken into two.

When I am coloured in rainbow,

That is when I lost in your words and not lust.

You remain the song on my tongue,

That I sing forever and till we still breathes.

I remain locked in shackles,

Not until I met you.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

MY BED BLANKET

Amidst the winters,

On Mount Everest,

Dugged into the core of the earth,

I can't seem to find it.

Hibiscus! Rose! Lilly! Sunny!

I begged for a petal,

Not the whole flower,

Just a pluck of a petal,

Is okay for me.

What am I begging for;

My Bed Blanket!

That can warm the bed for me.

And as I layed on the bef;

I can feel the sweat oozing out of my flesh.

And feel her tendal touch,

As we both roll round the bed.

When my eye's are shut,

You always appear to me in dreams.

But I am never successful with the view,

For your long hairs,

Swave around you like,

The rushing of blue waters,

From its depth to your mid-ridge.

My Bed Blanket!

Unveil yourself for me,

To cuddle and swize with.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

GHOST

They came

From the other side

Crying out in their scary voices

Scaring out the fresh ghost

For she is meant to transit

To the depth of the heart.

And why am I still stucked in this path

In between three walls

Because my purpose in life is yet to be concluded

For I was murdered.

Why am I still stuck in this world?

To protect my lass is in danger.

Because my financial details,

Is in her possession.

And she is aware that my death;

Is not a mistake but murder.

Yes!

I was murdered,

All planned by my friend,

By the hand of his accomplice.

All this I realised,

When I was living alive in death.

Although, they kept calling me from the other side.

My ears keep on hearing there Echoes.

They keep on beckoning on me.

As the white rays is opened to me,

To come home in white.

But my stubbornness when I was in flesh,

Is still in the spirit,

All to protect my love on earth.

All my friends gestures;

The consoling spirit.

The handy man helping hands.

Seductive Advances.

Are all in deceit.

My friends greed,

Made him turn violent,

Towards my woman.

As she was running from his weapons,

She spilled water on the floor.

My murderers head was filled money,

Chasing without reasoning,

And slipped and splash out from the window,

From the twenty floor,

And head out with his head towards the floor.

Here comes his ghost,

Surprised and confused at;

Discovering that his lifeless body,

As separated from his soul.

I made the announcement to him,

"You are dead!"

And here they come again,

Zooming out from the ground,

In dark shadows,

Stabbing and cutting my friend.

My friend screams at their cuts,

When they were dragging him away,

Because he will soon turn to them.

Instantly!

My soul started glittering out,

When they opened the door for me.

But they made my lass catch a glimpse of me,

As I dove up into the sky.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

CHILD LIVING WITHOUT A HOME

He is a teenager,

Coming to the world innocently.

He is not aware of the world’s cruelty.

First, He met cruelty in the hands of his parents.

He sees his Father,

Battering his  Mother with curses.

He sees his Father,

Physically abusing his Mother.

He sees bruises all over her soft skin.

He sees her hurriedly wiping off her tears,

When she sight him from afar.

He hears her wailing,

When his Father is raping her at night.

They do not even Care about their ward.

Scantily are his days in School.

Aren't they supposed to

be my Guardian Angel?

Which are appointed  from heaven.

But they prefer seeing my fears.

They gets joy in my tears.

They derive happiness in my insecurity.

They are awed in my agony.

These care givers made me hate life entirely.

Let’s rise against women battery,

Because the adverse effects are always on the kids.

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

THE LATERAL BUD

The bud always start small,

As a small tiny Adolescent.

Always being backed;

By its single leafy Mother-bird.

                  

The Mother spreads,

And always at her young green age,

Before the stem gets her;

Impregnated with its water sperm.

The bud is never alone,

It always come with siblings.

It grows into teenage age,

Playful with each other,

As they are attached to a semi-stem.

The Mother always maintain its freshness,

And always breed her babies,

As they reach adulthood and can struggle alone.

Before she finally aged away.

Written By: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

Note

All am preaching is:  If one still has a Mother, should be thankful and never rebel against her.  Never abandon her at old age; and always make her boldly proud to call you ‘MyDaughter’ or ‘MySon’.

Indebted To Life

We are all indebted to life!

Either we are successful in life,

Or we end up as a failure,

Then we have paid our dues to life.

But sometimes our timing in life cheats.

Or is it life itself that cheats?

We obviously get lost in life.

We loose our way in life to our habits.

And we get unconscious to those habits.

When life starts to gets shady,

And we are blindly losing our way to darkness,

No matter how dark it can get,

There will be a patch ,

With a small ray of light,

Even if  it is not more than a net hole,

Through your hard work and concentration,

Then you can make that small hole bigger and wider.

I’ll not say much on the failures.

Once you end up as a failure,

It means you are lazy.

Not physically alone.

But in all areas you can imagine.

Again!

We are all indebted
to life.

Either we are successful,

Or we end up as a failure,

Then we have paid our dues to life!

Written By: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

Believe In Yourself

It was in sin that you were conceived,

The nine month you spent in the belly of your mum,

You were alone in a dark environment.

You did not come in to the world with an escort.

No one was there to share in your pain when you were crying.

The world is not ready to hear your stories,

 But when you start eating comfortably,

It is then that you will start hearing several knocks on your doorstep.

There is what we know as “Friendnemies” in life.

They are always full of pretence when you are in front of each other,

They pretend to cry with you in deceit,

But deep within them,

They are happy about your wounds.

Believe in yourself!

Learn to be happy with contempt in your capability.

Nobody is ready to die with you.

Sooner or later,

You alone will end up alone with you deeds in your grave!

Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

The Black Parrot

The Parrot is a pretty bird.

Always created with several colours.

Beautiful to the sight,

But the tongue is never quiet.

The beauty of the black parrot is all in deceit.

She remains quiet at knowing her,

And gets familiar with the owner.

But suddenly, she proves that she is a tape recorder.

Here, she reveals her colour.

She reveals that she’s not as nice as she possess to be.

She reveals her true dark shadow.

She reveals that she is not playful as other pets.

She reveals that unlike other parrot birds,

She shows that she is created in black.

Take a look around you,

Flash back to the parrot,

Compare and contrast.

Any similarity between some humans and the black parrot?

Certainly, there are talk-shop human beings.

Written By: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

My Shadow Hunts Me

Shadow!

My shadow!

My shadow is bitter.

A shadow that hunts.

Yes! My shadow hunts me.

Even when I am dreaming,

My shadow follows me there.

I see myself running headlessly.

What am I running from?

My Image!

With all my strength,

I try to detach away from it,

But all my effort remains futile.

For it is stuck unto me.

I shout at it!

I scream at it!

I wail at it!

But it replies me with jest.

It often scares away,

Beautiful flowers always.

My shadow became a bulwark around me.

For it wants to be the only one,

That can swize with me.

This is becoming a lifetime of torture.

Buried behind my scars,

Are my fake laughter.

I am aging with a crying heart.

And the length which my shadow,

As preyed and biting me by pinches.

No! I cried out!

It is enough.

I will turn myself,

Into a more darker image.

And engage the shadow in a wrestle.

And splinter all over the shadow,

Splinter the shadow that hunts

with GOLD!

Written By: ADEBAYO, Busayo.

The Mother Palm Tree

The Mother Palm Tree!
Cocos Nucifera Abiyamo Rere! Water She drinks from, Air that passes through her, And the Sun that made her babies green and beautiful, These three make her adulterous. And makes her gives birth to bastards. So green her babies after delivering them. And they are always in thousands. With almost like strands of rope, Are the branches She backs them on. These babies survive, get strong and increase in size, With their Father’s nutrient. The Mother palm tree never drops her babies, Within the duration of Twelve months of backing them. The air released from there Mother’s long feathers, And the gentle breezes from the sky, Gives life to the Coconut from there nostrils. Raindrops from the sky, Water consistently thrown to the depth by a Samaritan, While the liquid the Mother released from her depth, Keeps the baby coconuts fresh. A baby which faulty, The Mother releases it, And allow the wilderness to beat it. When the coconut starts getting brown, The mother releases them to fend on its own. It is just funny to say that the end of a coconut Is always ended in a sad note? From the way the Mother drops it, From the way the sun blasts it? From the way the husk is removed from it, From the way the shell is broken off it? From the way the water within is thrown away? These make the coconut to have a tragic end. What am I saying so far is an Oxymoron, To our lives. But if we live wisely, our will end well. Written By; ADEBAYO, Busayo

THE FUNCTIONS OF THE HEART

The heart is a house.

The heart holds memories.

The heart is a store.

The heart is a community.

The heart has a house,

Brings and cherish family and friends.

Makes man exist.

Love unconditionally.

The heart has a store,

Holds in anger.

The heart has a store,

Breeds hate.

The heart has a store,
shows jealousy.

The functions of the heart in holding memories,

Is a wonderful one.

It remembers joyful memories that last for eternity.

It also remembers memories that aches.

And it remembers love memories that hurt the soul.

You will notice that I have left being educated?

Yes, this is because you get educated with your mind.

Heart and mind have different functions,

So your brain is your mind.

The brain also controls your heart.

If you manage your brain well,

It will not get hurt and neither will it ache.

And the heart will be joyful home.

Till the end of time.

By Adebayo Busayo.