11:50pm. Àtùpà (Lantern)

I am the light, I cloak you from darkness
I see you, I feel your worries
I enlighten your heart;
Sure you don’t get lost in the dark
And this I think, light your path.

Few hours ago,
Before the night beckoned on your soul,
I found you, sun has not ducked fully on the meadows.
I told twilight that moonlight would not be bright enough
To walk your lonely self in the dark.

So I make sacrifice to burn all night for you,
Whilst I wish a candle could burn for me alone.
I don’t trust the moonlight to keep you safe
But I trust in my flames, it will keep you warm.

I illuminate your way while in need of illumination,
For I am your ATUPA. I assure you,
You will always survive darkness under my flames…

®Jaiye_Taiwo with Fisayo (Natur’s Quill)

Date: Tuesday 9th of July 2019.

Lust by Jaiye_Taiwo

Bathe with me in a pool of chilly water,
With the foams floating and our bodies shivering,
Goose bumps allover, my nipples erect
Our bodies shaking with lust

Lay me on a bed of roses
With candles lit and soft music playing,
The lights off.,the windows open and soft breeze blowing
Whisper into my ear, the things you want to do to me
I don’t care if it hurts, Give me a love bite.. just do it..
Touch me from the hair on my head to the nails on my toe

Tickle my fancy,
Make me go wild with lust,
Make my eyes yearn for your stare,
My ears for your words,
My lips for your kiss,
My body for your touch

Make me go wild with lust
Give me all of you
I will give you all of me
Make me hot and cold
Make me smile and cry
Give me pain and pleasure..
Make Love to me…

©Jaiyeola Taiwo Khadijat

ODE FOR THE FEARLESS LAMB

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           i

A lamb grazed

On the fair field

His shepherd watched

With grey eye. 

‘

He kept pacing

To the hill top

Full of anthill

Of his work done… 

And

The lamb slew

On the hill top

My eyes drained

Of the tears drop

‘

With doves winged

To the hill’ peak

Whilst loon tinged

With its short beak

‘

As skies sobbed

On his welcome

O’ lamb’st fought

For heaven tome! 

but

Angels laud

For his work done –

O’ fearless pod

Of gospel born. 

          ii
No more bane of traffics

But whispers along the boulevard. 

Tell the chronicles

I bade the warrior goodbye… 

To ‘we’, the struggles of heaven

To we of the world disguised as saints

To we; the lambs of fickle fate, 

Heaven rejoice of the slain lamb! 

‘

Olúwakòtànmí – The lord laid you abode

Before you live to leave;

When your scrotum bagged seeds

Before fireflies fly over your morrow. 

Rejoice O’ hebdomad;

The seven candles lighted

Your heaven’s acceptance. 

‘

Rejoice O’ brave of gospelism

O’ heavenly gladiator

Who overcame the mold!

Rejoice you fearless warrior

Of truth with sincerity! 

Brood, my brethren brood

O’ you of his seed! 

The lamb has laid his home

Where will you lay your head? 

farewell

To the lamb slain

On the hill top

To the tears drained

Of the eyes grief

‘

To the skies

To the wings joy

To the lamb

To the work done

I bade you WARRIOR farewell…

©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016

FOREVER***

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My unwritten art imagined you

when brooding about future, 

you are that angel 

with broken wings

you are that angel 

who is in need of my tinge

you are the angel

so, I’m here

you are the angel

my guardian, my heir…

Now that we are

at the juncture of my piece

I kissed your forehead

unknown to who you are… 

like a diary dream

we became soulmate

destined to love each other… 

You are my poetry

I’m here, I’m yours… 

just think no more

your hiddens, my journey

now and forever… 

Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016©

ORCHID by Rujeko Moyo

So elegant

So fragile

So fragrant

So beautiful

‘

She blooms in the sun

She blooms in the rain

‘

She thrives in the open air

She thrives in walls’ confines

‘

Abounding in summer’s warmth 

Prevailing through winter’s cold

‘

No matter what comes her way

She re-emerges, re-blooms

Again and again and again

‘

An orchid is who she is

2016©​
Happy Mother’s Day South African 🌞

MY LOVE

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MY LOVE,

Tell me tales

Under this guava tree,

Lull me sleep

So I will be free…

♡

I know;

You will be here

Watching me…

Though, my eyes were closed

I feel your arms…

♡

I feel you

All around me,

Watching over me…

As I’m watching over you

♡

I’m counting 

Each of your heartbeat

Till you’ll sleep on me

To open my eyes

My lips, my touches

♥

Think not

That I’ll care less

I’ll sleep awhile 

I’ll dream of you

Appreciating me…

♡

Appreciating me

For being there,

For being here

Here with you

Telling you tales

Under this guava tree…

♥

That day will surely come

When you’ll fall asleep

And wake up to me 

Again and again…

♡

I rest my pen

Dawn will soon whisper;

Leaves will soon dew

And cock…crows-

That perfect day ahead.

                ♡ ♡

c.Natur’s Pictur N’quill. 

THROUGH MY EYES

I hide my tears

Behind your veil,

Between the crevice 

Of a fragile wall of love

Where I fight my way

To be your crown…

°

I hide my tears

For surreal…

For frost, for freedom to

Draw your art nigher

And fill the crispy crevice

With me alone…

°

I hide my tears

Till those moments

Remembered by me,

Where tales become tides

By expressing me with ‘felt’

Before I left you to choice.

°

Though, those tears might not

Flow to make you think

Of how I’ve lived in your shoe,

You know you are mine,

Why must I feel your foot

Before I kiss your loin?

O’ Jewel!

#tears…

Natur’s Pictur N’quill​

TELL ÀSHÀKÉ by Joel Oluwatosin

TELL ÀSHÀKÉ

If you ever cross her pathway, 

If you ever get a whiff of her fragrance,

If you recognize

The sound of her footsteps from a distance

And the melody of her sonorous chant;

Àkàrà rèé, Èko rèé…

Hmmm…Àshàké;

The step daughter of a famous adroit

bean cake merchant..

…

Tell Àshàké…

That her voice was the fork

That tuned my ear,

That the sand is delighted

To be the canvas of her elegant steps,

That the moon would be unwise not to stare at her.

…

Tell Àshàké…

She should be careful when visiting streams,

Oya, Yemoja, Òsun and others of their ilk

are envious,

Not all goddesses are pleased with her beauty.

…

Tell Àshàké…

That an iota of her smile

Is all the day needs to be brightened,

No wonder Gbádégeshin could not let go of her

And saw to it to the end.

…

Please tell Àshàké…

I never meant to leave her in the cold,

I sure made a perfect plan to elope,

I never wanted her to retreat

Back to Ìyá Alákàrà; the lousy scold.

…

Narrate to Àshàké…

That I was never a coward,

Even after those blows from the Prince’s sword

Her call I never Ignored,

Even now, as I lay

In my very own pool of blood

And my ancestors beckon

Tell her

She was the one Àkànní loved till the end came.

Joel Oluwatosin

T_Notch​