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!

FALLOW HEART

I found a heart left fallow
 
 In the land of hurt
 I did a little clearing 
And planted kind words
 But oh the words ne'er rooted 

Let's Pledge

I pledge allegiance
To this course!
In my heart is vengeance
Boiling till my blood will pause

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

HISTORY .....By D'Ola

History is ‘His- story’
We either learn or take it as a story…
Sweet to ears,
that cares to hear

WE ARE ONE NATION.......by D'Ola

What a mighty frat we have
holding the nation to its jugular
smashing on our faces the guilt of our misdeeds
of voting them into power

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 BACHELOR’S WISH......BY D'Ola

A BACHELOR’S WISH

My eyes look up to thee
The joy of marriage in me

I bid it come
though I am miles away

From that I pray to love
oh! That day of joy I still will crave

VICTORY LURKS

My heart bleeds
Not of blood
But for love

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.  

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

MY FEMININITY

My Femininity
By Hannah Ojo

MY femininity is my dignity,
I guide it with jealousy.
MY femininity is my special privilege,
I don’t take it for granted.

MY FANTASY BREATHES…AND REALITY KNOCKS #OH DEAR (Part III)

It is important that you stand on a sure ground…a ground that is paved with positive possibilities, not the uncertainty of questions of ‘whys’ and ‘wherefores’.

We are all writers in this world…Write a wonderful story of Purpose for yourself. – Subulola Jiboye 

Ask yourself the questions that are important now so that you will be sure, prepared and well equipped when the time comes for you to make those important life-changing decisions.

The seemingly unimportant questions you ask yourself today and choose to answer appropriately are the tiny footsteps that will lead you to fulfilling purpose the way you were purposed to.

If you are not careful to fulfill the little purposes in your life such as working at the right time, sleeping, talking, eating, giving, thinking, playing and praying at the right time, how then do you expect to get to get to that point of utter, absolute and soul-lifting fulfillment?

Spontaneity and spur of the moment decisions is all good and sweet but each individual has the sole responsibility of deciding whether or not s/he wants to live his/her life not having done anything to benefit those around him/her; not having affected their world.

Face it friend, you’re not gonna live forever on this earth, and neither am I. Therefore, you need to ensure that whatever you are doing and the people you spend your time with is/are worth every second of your while.

A little survey towards a beneficial end never hurt anyone, I tell you! ♥

Check this out…a poem I wrote for the purpose of this post. It is simple, though deep.

Purpose = Beauty

You are an artist, dear

You are a writer

You are a builder

You are a traveler

You are a student

An artist draws

He creates

He modifies

He paints pictures

He creates and enhances beauty

A writer travels

Into the world of imagination

He explores places and contemplates

Also, he weaves intricately

Stories and beauty into plain useless material

A builder builds

He heightens

He toils for gain

Block by block

His work grows

A traveler soars

Into realms unchattered

Mind-wise; Flesh-wise

In imagination, he explores

And basks in beauty

A student learns

He sits to take in

He knows it’s for tomorrow

He doesn't complain ’cause he knows

That in tomorrow’s beauty, he'll surely bask

Now, are you an artist?

Are you a writer?

Are you a builder?

Are you a student?

Are you a traveler?

Or…I hate to ask,

Are you perhaps, nobody?

Dear, Your purpose is your beauty.

- Subulola Jiboye