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.

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

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 I’ve 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.

I’m 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.

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).

WHOREHOUND

Gucci! Marc Jacobs! Burberry! Designer Shoes! Designer Glasses! Custom Made Shirts! All his Native are well designed and damn expensive. These are his style of dressing anytime he is going out. He loves looking good in public and among his friends. He drives a Range Rover Jeep. Oh! I forgot, he loves taking pictures, go to all his social networks sites, it will prove his love for pictures. To round all I said up, he lives a very expensive life.

Who is he? He is the famous Casanova who takes pride in himself being called that. Five ladies in his yacht. Three ladies in his Bentley. And more in his numerous buildings.

Once he successfully finishes a deal, he'll make a huge sum wired to his event planner who knows what he wants and does not.

All what he uses this show off for is to flirt and engage around in sexual relations. He does not know the battle he is heading  for. Neither does he know he is heading to fall in a gutter with his eyes closed.

Every time, he moves to the next Lady, if the he wants to have His way with isn't interested or is cultured well from home.

He does not have a limit to his libido. If it is to gay around, he is ready. If it is to older women, he is more than ready because of the payment he will receive with no consideration of how rich he is already. If it is to abuse younger girls, girls way young to be called his firstborn child, he does not have interest to consider their age. If it is to Casanova with ladies around his age, this one's are always at his Beck and call so long he as money to lavish on them.

I do not know where he get this brains from.

Either his training from birth was in zigzag pattern?

Or his parents are always the busy types that left his bringing up under an already loosed house help?

Maybe his parents grew tired of correcting his wayward ways in life?

Or he was a dog locked inside for a long time that was on heat all this while, as soon as he gets an escape route, so the spree begins?

Whether his ears were just deaf to his parents’ teachings? I do not know.

Sometimes, he manages to get a condom to use. But when the heat is damn hot, I tell you, na flesh to flesh remain for this night owl.

But there are guys that are far richer than he is that manages not to get lost in the pleasures of their wealth. In fact, they still manages to live through the koñji days till marriage night. Why can't you this famous pleasure seeker  just caution yourself back into the lane? Where is your conscience Mr Skirt chaser? It is not hard I tell you, to flog your ears back into hearing.

You are enlightened but your ears are deaf into hearing about this many many Sexually Transmitted Diseases. There is Shypilis, Chlamydia, Hepitisis B and more. In fact, a recent research even proves that Gonorrhea is becoming untreatable. There is Human Immunodeficiency Virus(H.I.V) and their master which is Acquired Immune Deficiency(AIDS).

My dear whore lord, Oh! Sorry, my dear brother , it is better you hear the screams now or you will be left alone to cater for yourself with no strength.

Hear this now, all the money and expensive properties you own, will be blown into thin air when health matters hits you hard.

Written and Edited by; ADEBAYO, Busayo.

A Romance With The Devil...

It is a romance with the devil

A romance that sci rated into painful memories

Memories of heartache

Memories full of tears

Tears that became heavy raindrops

Raindrops that bathe me all over

That rippled into

The spores of my cloth

Into the holes of my flesh

Down to the feet of my soul

A kiss with the devil

A long deep kiss with the devil

A deep kiss that made the devil

Scuffle through my lengthy Indian hair

A kiss that made the devil

Roughed all over my

Hibiscus deflowered bottom

From the claws of the devil

I took a deep scratch

Which left multiple open paths for;

Blood to stream out

Then the devil took me on his Cart

Spinning, twisting and turning me

Down into the sea of fires

Round on the edges of rocks of burning coals

Ah! Ah! Ah! Auch!

Were the tunes

That I was screaming out

When I was ravished by the devil

His tojours rigid pintle

Dig through my deflowered vulva

Like a newly wedded novia

Chasing after her nuptial ring

That was suddenly flushed in the water closet

This was my romance with the devil

Written and Edited by; ADEBAYO, Busayo.