Monthly Archives: January 2012


Once upon a time we were told

A long time before the world got old

Before hot got mixed with cold

before history books were written and their stories told

what is the meaning of life was the question to ask

The age-long unanswered task.

The one men gave time asking.

No doubt it was very tasking.

Questions like The brevity of life.

The reason why the caged bird sings.

Is there a life devoid of strife?

Is Joy the panacea to all ills?

If you can, will you choose to live forever?

The Pen and the sword, which indeed is mightier?

What fuels love, that makes it so strong and binding?

What is it about Love that’s beyond understanding?

Long, deep and hard men searched.

Trying to whet their souls: so parched.

Wanting life in its entirety

or just taking what you can without anxiety.

Quite a dilenma before us is laid.

And many are by folly waylaid.

Forgetting that Now is just a micrococus in a macrococus.

That life was before we came and will continue to be long after us


Posted by on January 29, 2012 in Maiden


Ode To A Fresco of Pulchritude

Sighting you coming gracefully from afar
My attention you trapped, i couldn’t but draw near
Your piquant splendor like that of a Star
My wall of defense you begin to tear

Is it her shimmering svelte hair?
Or a face as smooth as clear vitreous substance
Or lips etched in your face as by a proficient potter
Which dissolves every iota of doubt and askance

The Egyptians architects created the hourglass
Unknown to them, it was an act of plagiarism
Cos in you the creator’s works scream
Louder than anything in this time and realm

Your face; a picture forever etched on my hearts wall
I think i need to be diagnosed by a physician
Cos i get an overdose of your charm every time -that’s not all
Cos i’m changed by your hand; as of the touch of a magician

in a land where u are queen.

Dia is only one thing i wanna be : King.

So i’ll fight wars and win.

And songs of my valour u shall sing.


To be or not to be is a question for the gods.

So when history books are being written.

Let it be recorded therein.

That i laid eyes on a beauty. That put to shame the might of the sword

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Peace like a raging sea
Bubbling with the freshness of summer
As cool as the deserts of the sahara
A refreshing hurricane meant just for me

Greater depths deeper heights
Blinding darkness on a winter solistice
Solitude amidst the Oshodi crowd
Highly exalted, i’m humbly proud

I cringe at the deafening silence

My eyes reflexly shut at the glare of the ambient light

Yet i see clearly, like one that has gone blind

Thinking straight, like i just lost my mind

In all this confusion exists a meaning

Find it and make it your inning

Cos behind every play of words

The words always have something to say


Posted by on January 29, 2012 in Maiden

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