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?
I have lived a thousand years, I have died a thousand deaths. I have looked death right in the eye, I have walked right away from death;
The sword has been passed through my heart, bloody tears have run down my eyes;
I know not how it feels to be alive, I fear not the thought of dieing again.
I have loved, I have felt pain, I have cried, I have wept, I have despaired but it all doesn’t matter because I know I’ll die again. I’ll die every day I live amidst this war. I’ll die everyday I move around with chains on my neck and shackles around my feet.
I’ll die every day I’m made to labour under the scorching sun on an empty stomach and still be brutally hit with a horse’s whip for not working hard enough.
Yes, I’ll die when I see my fellow slaves being ripped off their heads for minor reasons.
This is my fate. I have no saviour, I have no redemption; I died today and I’ll die again till I can die no more, and only then shall I be at peace.
Bless the souls of the slaves who struggled till the end.
The chaos and uncertainty that comes with adulthood was underrated and not nearly explained to us when we were younger. This one is for all young adults striving to be successful against all odds.
All of my life
I’ve wanted to grow older
Never for once realising
I’m not getting younger
Maturity, wisdom and knowledge amassed
Seems a heavy price to pay
In exchange for the innocence of a toddler;
Eat, sleep and play.
No burden on the shoulder!
Storm brewing, chaos on the horizon
Lost in thought.
Heart heaving
I turn to Thee;
Creator of all creations
The Lord of one and all.
Guide my soul and write me right.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
This is for you
We are miles apart
Yet you never left my mind
I see your face in my head
I hear your voice in my sleep
The breeze is filled with your scent
Do you feel this connection too?
I gave you the whole of my heart
And there is nothing left behind
The path I choose to tread
I’m into you, so deep
This is for you!
Your smile is epic
The smile is mine
And I like it.
You are beautiful
But that is not the point
This is for you!
You don’t write poetry
But your sincere words
Turns me to jelly
Your sweet declaration
Melts my heart completely
Never partially!
This is for you.
And do I miss you?
Yes I do
So much
And this is for you!
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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