BLOOD ON THEIR TRAIL!

We have in our hands
a situation of unbelief

Our elders have gone mad!
And there is no sign of relief

Bloody markers write our names in uppercase!
Who's next, whose turn is to cry!

JOURNEY

My Dear, 

 I hear
 There is no shortcut 
To your heart...

I'm willing 
To take the long road 
You have built 


But do this 
For my journey's sake

Let there be 
Warm hands of welcome 
When I arrive 
Joyful tears to refresh 
My hurt-stricken soul 
Soft heart to caress
 My lowly spirits 
To a love-high life

Before I resume 
My role as your heart-throb

Let there be 
A lighted room 
A pruned lawn 
A table of white sheets 
Beautifully made
A flowing pen 
A prepared place 
For me in your heart of hearts
I will do the rest...

Anyanya Bassey!  

HE RAPES AGAIN!................by D"ola

Call that man a warrior?
He fights the vulnerable
He pins them down with his fist as armour

He shadows their movement,
acting with preciseness,
only to attack to their bemusement

He raped me, twice but once
the first with his seeming innocence
the second with his violence and lustful pounce!

I traded with him words as a Kindred
he ignored and persisted the more,
all he wanted was my cherry-red

The agony was much!
The thoughts alone killing,
I felt my life in flesh, and yet out of touch!

Arrest that rapist!
twice he has escaped the cops
he charms them and his arrest is kept on resist

Now, I suffer in pain
He sees me and act being in fame
Oh! fire of shame please rain!

Lest you repent, may footsteps of evil draw near you
daily in reality and in dreams
Just as death catches up with you

May the lives you have shattered
call for your gut
and your name be ecstatically battered

The sun shall smite you by day
even as cold torments you by night,
this minute, this day!


D'Ola

JEALOUSY..by D'Ola

JEALOUSY

The craze of jealousy

is sometimes the spice of life
On a normal day – it proves love
 but when canopied with distrust–you had better run
Else you might be driven barmy

GROWING LOVE

Grow, my young love, grow 
Let the wolves be buried in snow 
No worm or pests shall you ever fear 
For I am either here or near 
I toggle between rain and sun 
To mulch your world with all the fun 
I trundle between sun and rain 
Rains to wash away the pain 

LOVE-LORN NATION

There’s much to lose when love is least

As loving less can't tame a beast

There’s all for gain if love is most

For love permeates ethno-religious coasts

Snapshots of Sorrowed Sights

(You may waste not your wages
Writing the story)
The vista of those gory ordeals
Is mounted on our memories
The charred chests of mothers’ sons
The battered beauty of fathers’ loves

A FILE’S PLEA (Save Me)

I

Make me a file in your heart-disk

Save me

I’ve been on your RAM for too long

The last time you went down

I almost was lost forever

VICTORY LURKS

My heart bleeds
Not of blood
But for love

MUST YOU DEPART AT ALL?

If you must go, do so

but in the wee hours of the day

When eyes are weak to gaze

At the derision on your face   

LOVE ......by D'OLA

LOVE...(www.rainbow--musings.blogspot.com)

LOVE ......by D'OLA

Short of love

and rich in lust.

Floury thinking,

wasteful wishing.

AUGUST- WOMEN MONTH CELEBRATION IN SOUTH AFRICA

South Africa commemorates Women’s Month in August as a tribute to the more than 20 000 women who marched to the Union Buildings on 9 August 1956 in protest against the extension of Pass Laws to women. The Government of South Africa declared August women’s month and 9 August is celebrated annually as Women’s Day.

Deployment instructions to Mr. Man

Deployment instructions to Mr. Man

By Hannah Ojo

I am sending you to go and bring a woman who will open the doors of favour and opportunities onto you. She will also partner with you to achieve your goals.  

LOVE- THE JOKESTER (July 20 nostalgia)

                                                    

Often times love evades the longanimous

Love, stylishly is a joker

Playing hide and seek

With mortal’s heart

THE CELEBRANT by D'Ola

You are like a rolling stone
sliding down the mountain of joy
Picking along debris of love
Thrusting a motion with boldful disposition
Silencing the shrewishness of life

SHOULDN’T WE BE WEARY?........by D'Ola

SHOULDN’T WE BE WEARY?....D'Ola

If you see darkness around you always

Would you not get worried?

Not for the presence of darkness itself

But for the absence of light

HORMONAL ALARM, MY LADY by D'OLA

HORMONAL ALARM, MY LADY
I had woken up to the suspense of the day
Keeping me afloat the complexities of life
Hale and heartily disposed to friends and foes

WE ARE WOMEN!

WE ARE WOMEN.

We were looked down upon in the past; relegated to the rear; used as object of sexual gratification; we were mutilated; scourged; called second class citizens; we were bought and that was called marriage?! We had no voice of our own; not counted as relevant when born. This is how we lived through the generations until a voice said ENOUGH! Another voice joined that tiny little voice, and yet another, and another and another until we could be heard

ALL OTHERS? by D'OLA

I have passed through life's toughest times
when bread nor fish, I cannot find
I have seen different lovely meals
Only in my eyes, will others eat

THE COMBUSTION I WANT NO MORE

Do you crave for this type of combustion? Answer!

Even till now
No one has given me an answer
To those questions that struggles with my reasoning
And steals my rest
My conscience is perturbed