Goodness, gracious;
I tried so hard
But I can’t stop this feeling.
Gracious gazelle;
Your beauty stuns me
Each glimpse hits harder than a diamond.
My heart is shattered
But I’m willing to break it even more
All because of you.
Goodness, gracious;
I thought I buried this feeling
But your face, your voice, your name echoes in my skull.
Gracious gazelle;
You pierced my heart with the blade of love (unknowingly)
Now, I can’t stop bleeding for you.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
God is Great.
God is beautiful.
And all He created is perfect.
Except for few, that transcends perfection.
You and I are a part of the few.
“Hey God”
“here I come again to ask for your mercy”
“grant me succor and the perfect woman”
“I’ve seen and known many, but none like Maryam”
Summary of my prayers, day and night.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
When your time comes, the time to die, many theorize that your whole existence will flash through your mind. Your achievements. Your regrets. And that is the moment you reach enlightenment. The moment you finally know the meaning of life.
I am sorry to dash your hope, but that is not how it works at all. At least, not this curious case I am about to dive into. (take note of the verb “dive”).
*** *** ***
Although he had no way of confirming the accuracy, he was pushed off the military plane exactly thirty seconds ago. Hurtling down at a speed of 10m/s or close to that, he had been screaming for the entirety of his air time. Without a parachute or any other useful antigravity equipment. Death is only a matter of time.
“India,” he thought suddenly.
“I’m free falling to my death and the only thing I can think of is an Asian country” he muttered.
“This is the moment my life is supposed to flash before my eyes” he spoke to the wind. But he can’t get India out of his mind.
By a freak of an accident or what a simple-minded human would refer to as a miracle, a fishing boat was anchored directly underneath him as he fell. All he had to do was grab a part of the sail and he is safe. Death averted. Lord be praised.
“those motherfuckers will regret trying to kill me. I will kill every last one of them” John swore as he reached out to grab the sail of the boat. He miscalculated. He was close, but not close enough.
“India… Oh… It’s the Indian Ocean he was thinking about, not the country” he thought as the steel hull of the boat beckoned.
*** *** ***
“white men and their extreme sports” one of the fishermen muttered. He was unlucky to be given the duty of mopping and clearing the mass of scattered flesh, bone and blood.
We have no regard for human life;
We have no regard for our own
Worldly things, material things, fame, riches!
Does it all matter in the end?!
At your dieing moment, can you say “yes, I have lived a worthy life”?
Have you thought about what would be written about you after you’re gone?
What legacy are you living behind?
A lot matters in life, yet we fail to look beyond what we see…
Because what lies ahead is greater than that which appears before us
I surrender to your beauty; I’ll give you all you want. All you ask, and all you wouldn’t come around to ask. This is for you, as many others.
I surrender to your waist beads; the way they jiggle when you move, the way they clap when you walk by.
I surrender to your love; I told you how much I love you, but you replied that your love trumps mine. This will certainly make me do your bidding. Come November, and forever, I’ll always love you.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
“I gave you my life” he started “I gave you everything you ever needed. I loved you like I’ve loved no other human. And yet you chose to leave me. You chose to betray me” he finished.
Looking up at him from a fetal position. Bound and gagged. She tried to reply to him but the duck tape around her mouth prevented that.
“I know what you are going to say” he started again. “you’re going to say that you are sorry and you regretted breaking up with me. You are going to say you are a victim of circumstances” he finished.
Pacing around her while the events of the past days flashed back in his mind. Her sudden decision to put an end to the relationship. The shock he felt. The denial. Betrayal at its peak. He had managed to trick her into an abandoned warehouse hours earlier.
No one is going to hear her screams when he started on her. Piece by piece he planned to cut her. Slowly. Gram by gram. With no sedative. She has to feel the pain too. No one will hear her screams, the same way no one heard his heart cry out countless times.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
My journey to happiness
I had a dream
That one day I will be happy
I laughed in the dream
But I woke up to the nightmare
That’s my life.
Thinking love is the answer
I was hopelessly in love
Love made me happy
But it lasted for a while
One step forward
And I was plunged back
Returned to the abyss of despair
Pills and potions
Flowers and flour
Also lasted a while
Back into the abyss I fall
After each session.
Happiness is a mirage
So, I embrace chaos.
Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
For all You have done
The dangers You averted
The favors You granted me
Safety and protection;
Alhamdulilah.
For all You’re doing
For me and my family
My friends and neighbors;
I say Alhamdulilah
For all You will do
For what my future holds
For the best that is yet to come;
I say Alhamdulilah
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
New beginnings don’t necessarily mean the eradication of the old. At least, that is what I think.
Decades ago,
On this same date; August 20.
I was born.
Or so I was told.
I started this last year,
And here we are, still not complete.
I guess like the earth I’m living on
Nothing is constant. Always moving.
Constantly changing.
It’s my birthday,
But no new year, new me crap.
At least, not this year.
There are more important things,
Like what exactly?
Happy new year (.
Happy birthday (August 20) to me.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Everyone talks about a death note, how they wish to die, where they wish to die or how they wish to be buried. Then I thought, why don’t I write a birth note?!
Won’t it be amazing if we could actually decide where we want to be borne, how we want to be borne or by whom we want to be borne;
The question shall be though, who shall be the recipient of this note? Who shall grant me my birth wish? Who shall give me the pleasure of being borne whence I deem fit?
We can’t choose our homes but won’t it be lovely if we could?
Sophocles Writes