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