Is Love? 

Is Love that overwhelming feeling that draws out all the air in your lungs?

Does it make your existence formidable and take charge over you?

Is Love that tyrant who breaks you down, makes you a robot and put your control in the hand of your lover?

Does it stop your brain and hold you to ransom?

 

 

 

Is Love that treacherous feeling which leeches on you and weakens your defenses?

Does it leave you speechless, careless and clueless?

Is Love a prison that encloses, bottles and  locks you up?

Does it bubbles up within you, feeling like butterflies?

 

 

 

Is Love that ache in your heart when she’s far from reach?

Does it break you, cut you and tear you into tiny fragments?

Is Love that weakness and shyness  which overcomes you when you see your significant other?

Does it stuff up words in your mouth and makes you a professor of lovology?

 

 

 

Is Love that rushing feeling that takes blood to your face and turns your cheeks red?

Does it makes you loose your mind and throw caution to the winds?

Is Love that twisting and turning in your stomach that makes you lose sleep at night?

Does it put up fantasies in your head and gives you dreams of happily ever after?

 

 

 

Is Love that stop sign that hampers your thought process and leave you in a chain of confusion?

Does it complicates the simplicity in life’s humble cycle?

Is Love that mighty wind  that fills your lungs with new found passion?

Does it makes you go on a journey of hearts only without brains?

 

 

 

What exactly is Love?

 

 

Mojisola Olajummie.

#InspiringMorning.

27th April, 2017.

HOLIDAYS!

Remember that long holiday that you were so happy about and it suddenly became too long and boring, you had to start praying for resumption?

Well my friend, Jessy Grantay and I felt like that last year after our comprehensive exams. We had stayed  about 3 months at home and the Holiday had lost it’s appeal.  We wrote this poem which is a merge of couplets (a poem  of two lines). I wrote the first two lines for each stanza; Jessy wrote the next two.

I hope you enjoy it.

School was tiring

Now home is all boring

I was weary with toiling

Now fed up with sleeping.

 
Those Lectures and their silly talks

Now I’m all home with my swimming trunks

Sleep was stolen by ticking clocks

Now i’m thinking of having dreadlocks.

 
Food was getting on the decline

Now my stomach is so full, I’m popping tetracycline

All i wanted was a perfect outline

Now i see my notes, and wonder if they’re mine.

 
Books made my head spin round

All I do now is walking around

Alarms were my favorite sound

Now i block my ears and sing aloud.

 
It used to be from one LR to another

Now I watch series from GOT to others

Nights of worries, days of bothers

Now i think of nothing except my little brother.

 
School was fun ’cause of friends

Now I can’t wait for this holiday to end

But before the class rep schedules my weekends

I’ll live my life as i intend.

ENDLESS.

Last fortnight, He left

He promised to return

When He found greener pastures

He painted pictures of a better life

And how we’ll live another life.

 

 

 

It’s two years, He’s been gone

No news of him, dead or alive

The picture frame of him is gone

Stained with tears of several lone nights

Only memories of that night remain

He painted pictures of a better life

And how we’ll live another life.

 

 

 

I got a letter yesterday

From Papa again, reminding me of the many suitors

Who’ve come and gone

Asking me to accept the fact that he is gone

No one understands, the memories still haunt

Memories of that night

He painted pictures of a better life

And how we’ll live another life.

 

 

She stares back at me

A woman with wrinkles

Heavy eyes and pale flaking skin

After many lone nights filled with many tears

The memories of that night

Still fresh as last night’s

He painted pictures of a better life

And how we’ll live another life.

​COME BACK HOME, FATHER

Dear Father,

 
You left with a promise

Said you’ll be back before I say Jack twice

You say you’re in paradise

All I see is your demise.

 

 

I remember with relish

How you eat mama’s sweet dish

Your shoes always black, laden with polish

Come home father is all I wish.

 

 

You fell in a strange woman’s hands

Her heavy backside put you in bands

Now you’ve forgotten home and our farmlands

Gone lost in foreign lands.

 

 

Come back home Father

‘Cause on your shoulders, I see further

In your face, I find laughter

Your absence cannot be replaced by another.

 

*SAY NO TO PLAGIARISM. DO NOT USE, COPY, EDIT OR TRANSFER WITHOUT WRITER’S PERMISSION.*

DEMOCRACY AT 100: CENTENARY INDEPENDENCE 2060

We’ve come so far

At last, the Hausas trust the Yorubas
The Yorubas salute the Igbos
We call ourselves Nigerians and our country,One Nigeria
And we live the Nigerian dream
We stand tall, our heads raised high
And with love in our hearts.

Tribalism has ran off
Nepotism has followed its brother
Corruption has eloped carrying with him, His wife Bribery
The cankerworms have died
Our Nigeria has survived.

Our President : a leader now, not a ruler
Our youths: employers of labour, no more job seekers.
Our democracy: all free and fair
Our Government: Transparency prevails
Our lawmakers: legislating in truth
Our police: our friends at last!

I stand at 64
Beaming with all smiles
My dreams have been achieved
My goals reached
I’ve paid my dues
And to the society, I’m giving now.

My nation at 100
I at 64
A Nigeria with true Nigerians
Living the Nigerian dream.

​The Power Of Words.


Words can create

Mountains out of mole hills

Words can enrich

Adding little chunks of wisdom

Words can glorify

Singing songs of adoration and worship

Words can make whole

Soothing pains and turmoils of the heart

Words can beautify 

The tiny wide room of the heart

Words can make happy

Bringing a smile to one’s lips

Words can destroy

Causing men to take to arms and war

Words can sadden

Changing that smile to tears

Words can deceive 

Sugar-coated lies used by many

Words can brew anger

From a grin to a frown

Words can kill

Thousands slaughtered because of a silly argument

Words can slay

Maiming minds, hands and pages

Words are tools

It’s ways and manners mastered by a few

Words are like fire

Burning the ash coals in the furnace of the mind

Words can justify

Turning a free man to a prisoner

These and many more words can do.

THE HOPE

With sack for clothes

And the hard floor as beds

We, the slaves have come to see life

Never as a bed of roses

We hear our names been called

We play the deaf ear

All to spite our master

We discuss them behind their backs

And wish for ways the table could turn

 

 

 

These masters of ours

They spite and chide us

Accuse us when things go all wrong

Our statement are taken as alibi

“They are all liars” The mistress adds

 

 

 

The new dawn came when a new slave was bought

A man who was once free

His shoulders were squared as he looked our masters in the face

He brought with him hope

A hope of freedom

A life we thought could only happen in God’s kingdom

A day we would be free

When our defenses would not be counted as Alibi

 

 

 

We gathered to hear him speak

When we were sure our masters were deep in their sleeps

Excitement seeped through our bones

As his many words delighted our hearts

And a liberation plan was hatched

 

 

 

One Morning, He was summoned

A traitor-slave told the masters of the several meetings

He was taken to the dungeons

By men and their heavy guns.

 

 

 

Food starved, beaten and battered

Finally given an open trial before all

To serve as a warning for other slaves

He said many words to deny the accusation

Most which was just alibi.

 

 

 

His case was decided

Beheading was the price to pay

As I stared him hard in the face

His emotions weren’t even stirred

And his shoulders still squared

The axe was raised quickly

And I looked down at his lifeless body lying at my feet.

 

 

*This peom won 2nd place in the Prof Jimoh/ILUMSA Talent Hunt 2016. 

Buzzing Words

Words are like bees

Honey produced heals spirit and soul

They could also sting

Causing pain, damaging from the head to the sole.

 

 

These bees are fast

Zooming round and about

They’re like toothpaste

Cannot be put back in once out.

 

 

Words can deceive

A fool out of you they’ll make

Even as you believe

The terrible lies they construct.

 

 

These bees buzz in and out

Some trapped in the comb of my heart

Others I purge out

To maintain Sanity of my mind’s eye.

 

 

Words are fast

Could make a scare

Giving a reaction that last

Even of the strongest of men.

 

 

These bees are mighty

Slaying thousands of men

They’ve caused wars

Hands and pages they’ve maimed.

 

 

Words are like bees

Buzzing in the head of a writer

They go fast, round and about

Even as I put my pen to paper.

 

Mojisola Ogunlakin
 

 

Meet The Writer!

Mojisola Ogunlakin is a young talented (and if I may add Beautiful) lady who is passionate about peotry and sees it as a form of self-expression, entertainment and relaxation from the stress of medical school. 

She loves art and nature and has an eye for aesthetics. She loves beautiful things and doesn’t fail to appreciate them.

She recently made 1st Runner up in Peotry/Prose Category of Prof Jimoh/ILUMSA Talent hunt 2016. 

She enjoys singing, dancing and meeting new friends. You can catch Her on Facebook : Mojisola Ogunlakin or Instagram : mojeehsola.

Also, Today is her 20th Birthday!!! 

Weightier Matters.

More things to life than the frivolous

More things to amaze and astound us

The beauty and grace that abound us

The works of His hands, how marvelous

 

 

 
The smile of my miss, that lights my day

Her charms, her kiss, drives pain away

Her figure, her hips, not in vain they sway

The curve of her lips turns life to play

 

 
Mom and dad, and brothers, no sister

Bonded by the blood that’s thicker than water

The love we share that refuses to flutter

Grateful for food and clothes and comfy shelter

 

 

 

Me and my friends, the teases and laughter

The times we win, the celebrations after

When times are bad, and we strive to be better

The good things of life, the things that matter

 

 

 

Those moments in life that dumbfound us

When all things good surround us

When life’s beautiful and full of cheer

Lets take a break, pause and stare

Exit the gloom that confound us

And bask in the good all around us

 
Meet The Writer!

Igbor Clement, aka Clemency Green, is a Medical Student at the College Of Medicine, University of Lagos, LUTH.

He is a Poet whose poetry has won several awards, applause and accolades. He’s winner of a poetry competition organised by the Law Society, University of Lagos in 2013, 2nd runner up War of Words 4 National Poetry Slam Competition in 2014, finalist at Eko Poetry Slam 2015.

Acclaimed Medilag’s resident Poet,  He’s 2nd runner up Mr Medilag 2015 beauty pageant and a breast and cervical cancer awareness ambassador.

He has featured on several radio and tv shows and has graced several of the biggest stages in Nigeria. He uses his Poetry to Change the world, one stage/page at a time.
His works can be reached via

http://www.youtube.com/c/clemencygreen

@ThatPoetClem on Instagram and Twitter

Igbor Clemency Green onFaceboo

Oil And Water.

I had to watch you go

A subtle warmth to ease the cold

You sank beneath a deep hole

guarded by your demon trolls

Draped from view, never to be seen whole

 

 
I craved your absence

and liberty was my defence

You said love was our essence

another shade to your pretence

And if you hadn’t noticed, we’d run out of repents

 

 
It wasn’t our norm to loosen ends

but you drained our purse your latest trends

condemning our fate to trifling hands

You gleamed in that midnight dress

with your incense seeping out my prowess

making sure that your strength was my weakness

 

 

How could you drag me so far?

Only to let go?

Why would you let me view the stars?

Without a moon’s glow?

Unhinge me this moment and let me flow

 

 
But how can I find common ground?

When our friction is an explosion all round

Things were heating up and about

but you cast me out to the hounds

so they would drain my flesh of its oil and water.

 

 

Biola

 

Meet The Writer!

Abiola Olanrewaju was born in Lagos and raised in Lagos. He is interested in poetry/fiction. His writings contains themes which cut across imagination to life experiences. He calls himself “a writer by day, med student by night”.He is the winner of Prof jimoh/ILUMSA talent hunt for poetry 2016. You can catch him on Twitter @byolarbreezy or Instagram @byolarbreezy.