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.