Real men don’t cry I was told
Do not complain,
Be a man. I was admonished!
Poured out my heart to her
She faced the nearest ditch
And dumped it.
Five years in the university
Blood, sweat, tears and money
My certificate is just another paper now.
Swiped a sharp razor on my wrist,
And I watch the blood flow
At least, this pain is tangible.
To and for a pretty girl of the fifth moon,
Decades ago she arrived,
And ever since,
She’s been a source of joy.
To family,
To friends,
And strangers alike.
Pretty damsel,
With enticing diastema
Fine face
And a finer smile.
Today’s your day
And let’s have a blast!
I pray that Allah grant you all your heart desires and may Allah bless you and your family abundantly. I pray that Allah grant you Al Jannah Firdaus as your final abode and may He use the blessings of this month (Ramadan) to make you victorious.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
0805
But not the grandmasters of data
The month of May, that’s number five
Is all about my sister. My father’s daughter
You can count one to five
But still, Warri nor de carry last.
Huge, tall and menacing
But she’s still my little pearl
Beautiful, smart and troublesome
That’s the daughter of Momodu.
If you had a chance to know her
I bet you’d love her right away.
I pray that Allah grant you all your heart desires and may Allah bless you and your family abundantly. I pray that Allah guide and protect you from the evils of His creation. Stay safe and blessed baby girl!
Your pictures,
Are the stuffs of dream.
Your face,
Is what bliss literally means.
Astonishingly beautiful
Just the perfect blend of colour
Ode to a pretty queen
King of your heart, is around the corner
Extra special is what you are to me.
Entrepreneur, poet and a scholar
Happy birthday to Maryam, and I wish you the very best in this world and the hereafter. Have a blast sweetheart.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Some people claim I am just evil, full of darkness, like when I baptized a baby in hot water (I didn’t know the baby’s skin is not strong enough). Or when I mistakenly strangled a librarian with a book. Others claim I am just dumb. Like when I attempted to escape the police on my bicycle after a snitch in a blue shirt alerted the security officers. My crime? He claimed I killed his grandfather with a clock. How absurd!
All these claims and many more either support my darkness or dumbness. All I want is to be a farmer. To raise vegetables and flowers in my garden. Just yesterday, I helped an old woman cross the road. If I have darkness in me, would I ever want to help?
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A beauty like no other
Courageous and charming
Beauty and brains without a doubt;
Smart and elegant she was
Every step she took was filled with grace and poise
Every man’s desire, but never an easy catch
She had eyes only for just one, the one soon to be her worst nightmare;
Alas! the one she loved, the one who stole her heart elopes with another
Betrayed she felt!
Filled with darkness and hatred for all men, the once elegant queen becomes a shadow of her own self!
Each passing day, the same questions fill her head, “was I not good enough?”, “was I not beautiful enough?”, “did I not love him enough?”
Sadly, she faded away with these unanswered questions in her heart.
The weather is hot
But you are hotter
Oh! I am not even trying to flatter you
I don’t lie early in the morning.
Omidan Morenikeji,
Ọrẹ míì, as friendship goes
You are unique,
Beautiful daughter of the land.
This is a free verse
Great minds don’t follow the norms
Like your distema
Dragging both old and young suitors to your door.
Deep blue sky,
Where you see beauty,
I see chaos:
The thunderstorm of yesteryears
Destroyed my farm,
And with it,
My livelihood.
Crops and tree plants uprooted;
Livestock soaked to death.
You see beauty in clouded sky!
I see chaos.
You see hope,
I have fear.
Bloom
Divine blessings descend on me
Better,
Nicer
Stronger
And cleaner I become.
For eleven months I’m normal
But when it’s Ramadan
Like flower after a rain
I bloom.
Stronger
Nicer
Cleaner I become
With Ramadan,
I glow
I bloom.
A heart of gold
A spirit so pure and kind
The light amidst darkness
The strongest of hearts
The bravest of warriors
A slave to the rich
A helper to the poor
One whose smile melts the heart and whose presence gives hope
A ruffian to some, a survivor to others;
But I say, a diamond in the rough!
Sophocles Writes