Beads have spoken of me –
Who chided pride with my attire,
Smiles have defined me
Of my greatest heart desire
I have walked on the vestiges
Laid by my elders with prestige,
I am a precious alabaster
Found in Zion years ago,
I am the blink in a star –
Who evokes beauty and ego.
Hope some have heard the life story of Olajumoke?…
Yesterday was a great day whilst I was checking some creatives pictures posted by tyBello on instagram, I came across this and screenshot’d it:
Looking at other pictures of hers summoned tears with inspiration of THIS!
I mean this ‘You’,
This beauty you think
Is in you,
You may not know
You may only know you…
But somedays
Is that amazing day
When your beauty will make you known,
When your you will locate you
And all about you will become awesome!
Keep breathing, deep!, are you breathing?
Hmmm…#natur…
With my eyes so wide
To every sensitivity,
As questions riddle
With my creativity,
I keep thinking…
…Oh wait,
What are you thinking about now?
Is it what I’m thinking about?
Hmmm……#natur…
O’ submissive ram!
You are no longer a little lamb
You are a grown up ram…
Meekness is your love
As horn to your pride…
Pacing backward is never your weakness
But a summoned strenght for a challenge…
Hmm…you are a grown up lamb,
I sigh your thereafter
If slaughter won’t be your morrow
If bone won’t hurt your marrow
I sigh, I wish you could………
You would have known your enemy without trust
You would have known your friend without word.
Words are for your shepherd
Who you called love for love
Silence is for your passersby
Who you became dumb to their doings……
You are a ram,
Little are you, years ago
You are a grown up lamb
Your scrotums are big enough to go…
Your love is wailing overthere,
When will you make her conceive
So will you be counted among memories?
Live now and make love
Even if you are no more, you are…
Birth one, maybe two or three
But great are you to have she of your lambs,
For she may birth you traits
Death is inevitable, she may die or live…
I sigh your future, O’ vanity!
The shepherd you called father, O’ rabbi! –
Will sell you for gain somedays…
Tears are for eyes as night does our sight
When your night fall is when you see
The real identity of your shepherd….
For you, O’ you!, for mine is unknown.
Tears changes not your future
But hope it changes your fate…”Tears”
I was having a conversation with my beloved younger brother on why religion is the only way to communicate with God,
Guess his reply:
I think this answers all…
For;-
This is my simple religion
This is my holy book
This is my simple belief
And my living:
To be kind to everything
That nature gives…
Though I read Bible
I read Quran
I read all books
Written to be written,
There –
I read love
I read kindness
I read who God is
Not the way many
Quote HIM
For HE is GOOD,
That is why I call
HIM my good God.
Beloved, every moment counts!
I took this picture when I felt less mused, whilst things around me failed to be more attractive than this!
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As the sunrise
I rise
On my feet
And take a shot
Unknowing that
The sun
Is watching me…
Can you see it
Through the
Sun’s eyes?
Take a deep look
To see
Why I have
Million reason
To write…
Butterfly hovers over a flower
Circling round it for a time
Before she finally sets on its petal
And petal transforms
To the portrait of’d weeping sky
After the words of rain –
Who washed away her sin
Commit’d before a crow crew
For’d blessed new day.
She laps the nectar
In the blooming flower
And set for another trip
Where our wishes live
To be our fulfilled fruity
Fruit, growing with life…
Like the refreshed wings
Of her; O’ butterfly, leaving
As petal’s wish, to live.
Echoes echo
Angels wink
I sit, –
Watching wizards…
Timeless time
Weary thought
Questioning hope
Of somedays…
Echo echoes
Angel whispers:
Think O’ lass
Of starless sky…
O’, should I?
Why should I……?
Echo yells
Angel speaks:
Wizards will go
There you’ll know
What is left
Is you alone…
Will you learn and put this somewhere in your heart?
Life is learning,
We all are learners!
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