We have a picture of someone in our mind,
And it sticks forever.
Remember when you pulled me in your arms,
Looked into my eyes and said
“Akinkunmi, stop disturbing me, you know that I love you”
Yeah. That one
It will stick forever!
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 and Happy birthday to me.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
When I’m happy and full of inspiration,
The thoughts of you makes me carry my pen,
And with deftness across the pages,
I scribble poems of love and hope.
When I’m angry at you,
My blood boils and I make my ink flow,
Songs of love and hope fill the pages,
And I dream of you.
I dream of you making me happy.
Again! And again!
You’re my upliftment,
My downfall.
You’re my motivation,
My frustration.
You are my everything!
And more.
To all the ones that have left,
Thank you for the lessons,
To the ones that never made things right,
Thank you for the experience.
To all the ones that grew bored,
Thank you for your time.
And to you! This was going to be about you!
Thank you for your contentment.
And for you,
I lay down my quill, ink, and all.
I have seen a dead man. I have closed the eyes of a dead man. But never before have I seen a man or men burned alive. The images of the burnt men will stay long on my phone and longer in my mind.
Who would burn another human alive? Why would they carry out jungle justice? It is so unfair! They should have been handed to the police! Yes! Serves them right! Next life, they won’t choose to be armed robbers. These sentiments and various others rang loudly around me as I continue to take pictures of the gory sight the burnt men made.
Oh yes! The burnt men were armed robbers. They were chased over a distance of 15 kilometers by the police and vigilantes alike before they were caught. Was their robbery successful? No one could provide the answer to that question. But they were apprehended by the vigilantes first. No further judgment was carried out. They were tied and tires wrapped around their head. In less than 60 seconds, petrol materialized (in a land of petrol scarcity).
The vulnerability of human life is a joke. Life in itself is futile. One minute, they were men. Alive. Running away. Oh! Did I mention that they had guns? The armed robbers (well, the armed part should have done that). One minute they were men, and the next, they were just charred carbon molecules.
Fraud. Theft. And similar forms of income will forever lead to one destination. And that’s a disaster. Sooner or later, the time will be up, and evil will reap its reward.
There was a time,
When savings trumped expenditure;
When dinner was ready before lunch is taken;
When money had meaning;
And honour was recognised!
There was a time,
When love meant love;
When promises weighed more than the words;
When forever was a very long time.
And hardwork was rewarded!
There was a time,
When government governed;
When roads were motorable;
When civil servants were civil;
And human abuse was reduced!
There was a time,
When life had value;
When offices were earned not bought;
When youths were youths.
There was indeed a time.
6ft deep,
Socially distant.
Adam, the father.
Dangote just a distant cousin.
Shortest distance between me and Canada?
Just a straight line.
I may be ugly up close,
But I’m Handsome from a distance.
Heavenly connections called to me,
Informed me of an angel on earth,
I received this scripture in my dreams,
And it was accompanied by your picture.
When perfection is pictured,
Your face is the focus.
The angels sang me a beautiful song,
And you were the theme of the album.
Songs of admiration and awe,
The angels sang.
They told me to hold onto you,
Please stay, Oh Queen of Beauty.
Please stay with me, oh angel of perfection.
I’m human,
And you are an angel,
Our union will breed the supernaturals,
The Eternals will be our offspring.
Raise me to celestial levels,
And I’ll show you what the human body can do.
My angelic ministrations are about you,
As everything else in this life.
If I can’t love you now,
Then I’ll love you in the future,
I will travel back in time,
And I will love you.
Love you like no one has ever been loved!
If I can’t love you here,
Then I’ll find you there,
I will search a millions timelines,
I will swim across several multiverses.
I will find you,
And I will love you.
If I can’t love “you”,
Then love no more I will.
If I can’t love you,
Then I’ll wash love away from my heart.
For my love belongs to you,
Only you.
The root of all evil,
And the evil that spreads the most root.
The cause of all evil,
And the evil with the worst curse,
Is love.
For love,
Murder has been committed.
And for love,
Sincere commitment have being murdered.
The snares of love,
The dangers of love,
And the pain of love,
Are unavoidable!
Inescapable!
Love brings out the worst in humans,
But for you,
I’ll always be in love.
Even though I know the dangers!
Sophocles Writes