EYES 2 HEART

  I'm scared! Really scared of stepping my feet On the soil of Nigeria  Cause of manslaughtering. I weep for the dead I'm torn for the lost It's bloody It's ghostly We called it peace They call it war We said it is a protest They said it is violent We are helpless We are hopeless Oh God of creation Direct our Noble cause Direct the leaders to exile Cause we want them no more, They refused to be guided right Because the youth already knows the truth in love And honestly has began to grow Although this leaders are not ready to live in just and truth But we are determined to attain great lofty height  So we can build a nation where peace and justice reign Therefore, Arise O' compatriots Nigeria calls,  We obey, We will not relent, Cause it is not the end. @eyestooheart Dedicated to the protesters that lost their lives during the protest on 20/10/2020

There was a country and there still is, I am a boy born in Accra with my placenta still buried deep in Nigeria, I was routed to a new land at birth in a bag meant to pack loads.. And now, I am a man digging graves behind the mystery of Ghana must go. Democracy, power by the people, for the people and with the people - but then, it rested in the hands of Shagari. And that country where he ruled was Nigeria, favored with streams of oil and I was a foetus in the womb of an Accra woman sojourning to this allied land for the proclamation of lost glories. The friendship of two countries broken by antagonism over power tussle  and when the oil boomed to Ghana no more, safety was a word in the dictionary. Religion differences nested uprisings, Biafra was not the worst - Maitastine was and still is. Old sores revisited, then Ekwueme got in the wrong  shoe and lost his assets but never lost his life. And water-loo took its essence, th...

There are gods, there are genies, there are spirits, there are women and there was Oro and Egungun. And last night, I casted a pebble of question unto a dying man, “why are women excluded from Oro cult ?”

Morality is relative, so does its consequences remain  too, in every deeds and misdeeds of  man, in survival,  in poetry, but we must do something - as equal as not doing anything. I am a poet  but sometimes, I just wished I am a bird - one that knows not what it is doing but is of certainty to something  significant - survival, in a life seeming like a vacuum for something is either missing to complete life itself. If life is not complete,  then poetry - in an abyss. There is nothing as good poetry, poetry is poetry - for there is nothing as the best. I lay by the rotten carrion of  vultures - wanting to know, what poetry is  from the underworld, wanting to know  if there are poets in Hades or poetry is the fine tuned melody for men on paradisal fountain. The look I got was bloody,  blank.  bloody,  but it tells a story of who a poet is. A poet lives in foesdom, an open mind  will call it fat...

  Life is unfair, The thought is from here,

Nature is not to be resisted, hunger is nature - but what if there is no food ? Then,the python break down in jiggles,

What was my mistake? I wonder till date, What is the language of love? Do I have to speak in tongue? Yet you say you need a prove, You make me look like a fool, If it's a crime to love you, I'm ready to go to jail. I derive my joy in you every night and day. I know I'm not good enough but I can change my way © Olayinka Olayiwola Photo credit: Dreamstime.com

(for girls with torn skirts) The earth is ready to swallow me,

I have suffered a lot Which serves as a lesson learnt to survive I hope to be bless soon I have struggle hard in the Asthma of my past I hope to breathe into my future I have a dark place in my heart Covered with the cloud of hatred I hope to light it up with true love I have experienced the worst in the past That trigger my present action I hope for change in the future I have painful memories That hunt my present I hope to smile forever ©eyes2heart Photo credit: eyes2heart

Ha! I can't believe.