Friday, 3 November 2017

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.

Friday, 20 October 2017

SILENT TEARS


Hmm!
Where do I even start from on this?
With just such short words
The symbolic representation
Is big enough to erupt
From the core of the earth
And wipe us beautiful creatures of earth off all at once.

This Silent Tears
Affects some within
And until a death news is heard
That is when the realisation gets blown
That this person was a victim
Of Silent Tears.

It also makes some
Jump into hysterical actions
Like Mount Everest is lifted
And dropped inside the Pacific Ocean
Imagine the Tsunami effect that will occur?
I am very sure all earth will be covered in bodies of water.
Some will move into seclusion

When this Silent Tears wants to start with them
They do not want the world
To witness eruption of Third World War.

Here, others just keep suffering within
And covers their heart as it bleeds
I will commend those in this group
Because they never show it
And never disturb anybody with their issues.

I can go on and on about this Silent Tears. But I want to let you know that we all have this attitude, we all just have different approach to handling this situation.

Here is an advice to us all on how to deal with the anger monster within us. When you can't control your emotions again, when you heard something that will escalate the spirit within you, just hold yourself back, count 1 to 10 before uttering any words. You will notice that anger building up within you as relax and through this method, you will be selecting your words in making a statement.

And to some of us that keeps your words in and not say anything but on the other hand, your health is the one that will be taking the knife stabs. And at the end, your obituary will be announced, why not follow the advice in my last paragraph and not suddenly end your story.

To us that keeps our emotions in check without any human being affected in any way, kudos to us. They are thick skinned.

Let me stop here before anyone that comes across this says this so called writer talks too much.

WRITTEN BY:
ADEBAYO, Busayo.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

A VOYEGER'S JOURNEY


On the path
Of the stream of life
The Voyeger caught himself within.

When the river is peaceful
The journey goes smoothly
When the river is furious
The journey gets hard.

Either hot or cold
You just have to keep sailing
No matter how hard it gets.

When you paddle too fast
You will definitely miss
Some life important factors
It is better to move steadily
And not foolishly.

As you are voyaging on
Sail systematically
With wise strategies
So as not to blindly
Crush into an Iceberg
On your way.

Now below the Ocean
There are dangerous Sea animals
So you will not get bitten unknowingly
You have to keep your feet up
And Under constant check.

When you are successful on the sea
Do not allow pride
To over shadow
All the calm sailing
Of the past.

On discovering the new land
You have almost reach your
Successful journey through life
Now their are small small yachts
Trying to Overtake you
And almost creating a sea accident
Then you will have to bring back
Your strategic movement again.

You have seen furious water
You have seen hot water
You have seen iceberg
You have seen shark's and others
Now you have to be bold and confident
On your life sailing

Congratulations
You have successfully
Went through the task of life
Now you have to look back
And guard your seedlings
To have a successful voyaging.

WRITTEN BY:
ADEBAYO, Busayo.

SAUCY MOTHER

ACT THREE, SCENE THREE

(Mama Boye walking steadily home and someone comes to inform her about the death of her son).

Neighbour: Mama Boye! Mama Boye! Ibi lewa?

Mama Boye: Am going home as you can see, what happened?

Neighbour: Epe ti eh man se, it has made thugs to come and kill your son Boye.
Mama Boye: Ehn! Mi o gbo eh dada, repeat what you said just now.

Neighbour: I said some people came to kill your son, Boye in front of your house. His body is still laid there now.

Mama Boye: Ehn! (Drops bag and run speedily home).

Neighbour: (shaking head in pity) A mother kills her son because she can’t stop what is known has a bad habit. Maybe she’s even cursed, who knows? Let me help her pick her bag ooh!

ACT THREE, SCENE FOUR.

(Has mama boye was running towards home, she was exclaiming “Boye”repeatedly. Mama boye in reaction was in shock as she sees her dead son on the floor).

Mama Boye: (she landed on the floor, grabbed her son’s body. Two guys onlookers stood there). Boye! Boye! Boye, don’t do this to me ooh! Boye! You know you are the one that stays with me. Iwo nikan ni Omo ti mon ri, Boye! Wooju mi! I promise I won’t abuse or curse again.

(Enters Neighbour)...

Neighbour: Mama Boye, Otito (goes down to help her get up but it was futile).

Mama Boye: Talo se e bayi?? Who did this to my son?

Neighbour: Some thugs came and shot him

Mama Boye: Ah! Boye! Ta lo se?

Neighbour:Eyin gangan ni awon janduku yen wa pa ooh! They said you place a curse on their sister and this curse has turned into a reality, so Mama boye, iku yin lomo yin gbaku ooh!

Mama Boye:Ahhh! Mo fi oro buruku lenu koba omo mi. Yeeh! Yeeeeeh!Yeeeeeeeeeeeh!

(Enters Shantel with her luggage)...

Shantel: Mama Boye, ki lo she le? What happened?

Mama Boye: Ah!Awon kan ni oooh! Thugs came and shot your brother

Shantel: Ah! Mama Boye, have you seen where the words of your mouth led us all? Ah! I said am coming back home, I didn’t know am coming to meet my dead brother. You will regret ooh! You will regret!

Mama Boye:Ah! (Still crying)

Shantel: And it will last till the end of your life. I am a HIV and AIDS patient.

Mama Boye: Yeeh! Aye mi tibaje.


THE END|ERE PARI

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

THE ART OF WAR


Tearing my skins apart
Ripping my bones about
Shattering our faces
With spores and loop holes
That is the Art of War
We are with LIFE


The Art of War is always designed beautifully. Think about all Wars that you have heard off, it is not only done shooting each other, and bombing each other till the last person or a country surrenders. An Art of War is designed with great technicality but all this beauty in it is all in deceit.


You see, when we were growing up in our different primary, at secondary and tertiary institutions, I must say that we knew nothing then. Some of us took our Education with passion while we others was just doing it with levity. I don't know if they were aware of what Life will dictate.


Concerning our parents then, when they held us in counsel, beating us and discipline us, we didn't know that life's lessons will be harder. And sometimes, we look at ourselves while putting on a worn out jeans, a shirt that sun has blasted it's colors with unmatched pair of bathroom slippers. Then we realise and exclaim "Wow! I didn't know this was what daddy and mummy were drilling down my ears". Ah! Just look at you now living in regrets. Well, I will say it is never too late for you, be it a lady and a guy.


You see, this Nigeria of today isn't as it is back in the days. Or should I even say the world at large has taken many step in retrogression.. But my sister and my brother, wetin Naija dey tell una be say " you better take life serious once you realise that you are responsible or else, Life  will show you how to take things serious at a latter time.

Most of us enter different groups that adds no value  to us. Cultism, Prostitution, Clubs every day of the week, fraudulent acts, drugs, beer parlours and addiction to sex just to mention a few.. There is something Ive come to realise in life, money that you didn't get with your hard working attitude, can never lead to prosperity. Life will eventually make you sweat to get it.


Im just worried for the next generation. If life can be this hard for our own generation. Well, the next generation are the ones that I am directing this letter to.


If you are realise  that things are hard to lay hands on, you had better sit up, take things serious and concentrate on getting good grades in school. But if you are still gyrating all over, I bet you, Mr life itself will teach you in an harsh manner.


Written By;
ADEBAYO, Busayo.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

SAUCY MOTHER Continues...

ACT THREE, SCENE TWO

(Boye is prepared to head out but the cold hands of death called on him).

Boye: (As Boye stepped out, the faces he met outside scares him).

Thug 1: Shey iwo ni boye?

Boye: Beeni sir! Beeni sir! I am boye

Thug 2: O ma n so oyinbo!!!

Thug 1: Iya eh to man se epe yen, pe jade sibi.

Boye: Ejo sir, maami o si nile.

Thug 2: O fe ma n gbe Iya eh pamo abi? Ehn! anyway, ese iya eh, emi ma so fun eh! Iya eh, o shey epe le aburo mi wipe oko magba, oko de tigba aburo mi ni sin. Ese Iya eh, iwoloma je iya eh!. Padi eh! Oya, tusi lara” perforate eh”.

Thug 1: (Removes gun)

Boye: Ah! Ejo sir, e ni sukun omo. Ewo bible mi, church ni mon lo.

Thug 1: Shebi na church you dey go? Ehn! O ni need screening lenu ona orun ki oto wole, na heaven you go land straight.

Boye: Ah! (Gun shot heard) yeeeeh. (And dies).