This Means More...

This means more

loving and you.

Listen to the drums

throbbing pulse of restless heartbeat

a wriggle, a wiggle

beauty in form and out

you can feel the tempo

 throbbing, restless heartbeat.

Listen to the minstrel

the floating of the melody

let it steal into you, 

stealing kisses off you 

as you warm to its soothing thrill 

Listen Ifemi, let it tell you 

how with you loving is redefined 

to mean more, to feel more.

'Cos if my heart that sings today

waits upon tomorrow's joy 

you'll be that part of me, 

that makes everything better by miles.

This means more,.

Loving with you.

@Wolespeaks!

WHAT ABOUT THE ONES I LOVED?

See them, all of them

unlike them I'm wont to making allowances.

so I'll say almost all of them

they all think they know me

and my story and my pains.

There they are, 3 personalities-in-1;

Prosecutor, jury and judge.

I have been arrested, tried and condemned

none of these in my presence or knowledge

worse still without a chance at mounting a defence

and feel righter than rain

when they say I'm loveless & stiff.

Today I'll have my day in court

singing, narrating, testifying

playing whichever role, it asks

asking in well weighted rhetoric

of the times I let down my guard,

the time I gave it my all?

I mean, what about the ones I loved?

Shall I talk of the one I loved

who took my love and shoved it down my throat?

 Or the one who kicked away

me, myself and the love I brought in tow.

Were you there, when I was thrown off a moving train

 by the one who used me to bolster her grades

and when her grades rose upon the suspension I toiled at

told me in plain terms not to call her number again?

I could talk of the one who offered me sweet smiles

like a sheep to the slaughter I was lured

I thought love and lust were both sides of one coin

and so through sweaty tryst and moans

I urged my waist to do more,

 to tell tales of my affections, I also urged

my arms to stretch beyond their limits in embrace

all till I was no longer fit for purpose.

Let me talk of the one who I could give half my life to

who at the rumbling of troubled

 skies unlatched my hands from hers

Let's take a little break were the words that shattered my world

I had just lost my university admission and thus unfit

so in words unsaid but acted,

I wasn't going to amount to much again

I'm taking in water, she had to jump ship.

There was the one who loved me

only because I was useful to her

in my error I made her my world

loved her with all my heart and strength

I spent it all on her; for her

paying my dues

till suddenly I became inadequate

I hate that you starve yourself, it makes me look like a glutton

was one of the excuses

not only did she walk into the night

she took with her all the light I had

and here I'm still picking

all the broken pieces of my heart

I could go and on

never been lucky in love

people don't love you for who you are

it's all about what you are, to them.

So when I break a few hearts

or perhaps find your confessions too sweet to be true

it's cos Tayo was more poetic, more lyrical and still left.

Nkiru told me her dreams,

 we were to make babies,

 something from us, just like Olivia did

 vivid pictures I could almost touch till she left me emptied.

If Faith can walk away after crowning me her best lover,

if I had a penny for every time she pledged me her body

I would be rich, far more than many.

Don't be mad Mon Chèri

I also met Ella's family and she mine

we had plans with dates and figures

you should understand why you haven't met any o'mine.

you're not saying anything I haven’t heard before.

You can say all you feel

cast aspersion, a mile long in worth

No man is only a thing, 

we all are different shades of a whole.

WoleSPEAKS!

THE GIRL FROM MY BOOK OF FACES 2

With unrequited affection comes the usual irony
Here I am chasing you with all I have and more
while you are there chasing him who chases another...playing out the old well know circle
l who chose on you to rain my bottled up feelings
can see you shower yours on him who floods another with his

Hello there,
girl from my book of faces
I'm he who swoons and fawns at everything you
you're good like your moniker relays
let me share in that paradise
that smile of yours, like sunset in its glory

Come dear sight for my sore eyes
here is my hand take it
closed your eyes and stare into my soul
don't be scared, follow me
lets be partners, co-captains sailing into our own forever

Here I am writing you another letter
like the 'dm' I sent your way yesterday
just for you to look at me and smile that smile
have mercy on my mother girl, let  me through you
gift her a daughter she never had.

Listen 'Angelito mio' to the voice of the enamoured
singing you some smokey ballads
And if again this goes unreplied
I shall be visiting this avenue once again
so may I have your phone numbers
this; a half-chance, just to hear your voice.

WoleSPEAKS!

THE GIRL FROM MY BOOK OF FACES 1

It happened like some ordinary thing
that day I scrolled down my timeline
on the book said to be of faces
I would see a comment you made
my gaze got arrested, magnet to iron

First it was about your name
it was in my native language
I called it out softly so I could hear the sound
loving how it rolled on my tongue
I didn't feel like stopping,
I imagined calling it all my life

I swiftly requested your friendship
you did obliged me yes
and I would that day troll your wall
feasting on your pictures
drinking in your awesomeness
can you recall at all
it was I think, close to your 'bornday'

I would go on to write you letters
requesting your contact, several times
you still say a no, not willing so to do 
a stranger you said I am
the very anomaly I was asking to cure 

Letters after another I would write you

with tales 
of how much by you I'm enamoured
till you had to joke,  if I earn my keep as a secretary
such lovely missives I sent your way you affirmed
but little do you know, the magic of affections
making of a grown man,a blushing school-boy

I still wait longingly
I still stare wistfully
for the day I'll move some inches closer
till the day and time I make of you my partner
of the day, of our morrow and a day after forever...


WoleSPEAKS!

I'M YOUR DADDY!

Come close dear daughter 
I see in you some great potential
your art is not one I've seen any like it
would you like me to mentor you
lest some idiot take advantage of you?
I'll be your daddy, from here on you're safe
your only problem is that you have no problem.

These girls; my daughters
big daddy is here for you my darlings,
I'm Chijioke, this is what I do best.
A writer is due some excesses
you wouldn't know yet dear daughter
but soon you will,
a man can only resist so long.

Dear daughter mine 
you know I'm a good at what I do, 
I can't be your father, no of course,
I can only be your daddy.

Fathers don't get to touch their daughters
much less boast their sexual conquests, 
what fathers tries to wrest a kiss, a fondle here or a suckle there?
my name is Chijioke, I am your daddy.



Oluwole.

AKIN...!

All I did was love you
if I did nothing wrong
this is but one that breaks the tie.

Nothing I have is hid from you,
you had everything I had,
Akin, you had me spirit soul and body.

When I met you Ade-mi,
you're were tired, spent and worn
the mannequins in my shop wear better clothes
even then, I traded on hand-me-downs.

I saw in you a soul that needed a boost
and a will to drive on like the bended axe of a relentless gold-digger
I held you, cared and comforted as I could.

These girls that won't let you see road
where were they when we fasted days and nights
you had no beauty then that they could love I guess.

Akin,you who have named 'Ifa' liar
has now tagged 'esu' thief
you stare hard at the heavens like one who will not die
And turned deaf ears to appeasements meant for the gods
Rest easy, your own will meet you!


WoleSPEAKS!

MY FIRST SURGERY!

 

At the ripe age of 15 years

was when it first happened

I had filled out,

like a well written letter, punctuated in the right place

and from the stares and open admiration visited on my body

I'm a sight for sore eyes

 

I had just discovered pleasure

lurking in the recess of my body

from touches purely accidental

to the ones from Ugo's able finger

I was a miracle waiting to happen

or so I thought.

 

That hot afternoon in November

mother's 'honey-Joe' offered me a chilled glass of orange juice

I saw the looks they exchanged

but I was too parched to care,

I mean it was after all from my mother's husband

 

Weeks later I would replay waking up

my skirt still on but half up my thighs

strangely I'm not with either of my tights or panties

a strange bitter-sour taste hangs in the beginning of my throat

I felt sore in between my thighs

blood stain and another I couldn't describe.

I would go on to tell mother that night

she shrugged it off as those things dream does to you

strange she wouldn't look me in the eyes

somehow I know I had been had

especially I wake up from strange sleeps at odd periods

often preceded by drinking something mum gave me or good old honey-Joe

 

I got my pen-knife two days ago

it's double edged and razor sharp

that snaking piece between honey-Joe's legs

is gonna be taken surgically from him

it would be my first surgery

after all mother said I would be a doctor.

 

Oh and I did detach it

so much blood and squealing like a pig

he's starting to stare at Chioma's budding breasts...

Oluwole.

 

 

 

 

 

OLD LOVER...

Let us talk old lover,

of our love that went sour

like fermented palmwine, or wine 

ladden thick with vinegar

as old white shirts turn yellow with age, 

or like the swirl of mighty water

poured down a little cup

till all that's left is a trickle

narrowing slowly like a funnel's end.

You were first a neighbour

young, innocent and naive.

I liked you then in a strange way

while sharing bed with a friend to your friend.

You wouldn't touch me with ten-foot pole,

men of my ilk scares you

virtue-thieves you tagged me

but for my mind and know-how

I would to you be useless.

Years and years down the lane

we met again as fate would will it

from a phone call to several of same

end-to-end till your guard I lowered

you liked me for what I stood for

but now that you've grown,

I'm too boring to be your type

I met family, I met friends

memories of night spent together

you and I and your blood.

It took months and months 

then you really started to warm up

by then an old flame was kindling

I could see your fire for me

building and growing

but alas at last

my kindling flame is now a roaring furnace

Now that you're starting to love me like it's your life force

I've packed my bags, ready to go

sorry if today I break your heart

but if with you I take the journey

our boat will take in water and someday capsize

for my heart you long to have

belongs to her who knows it not

how much it's worth to you.

Goodbye old lover...

Oluwole.

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TWO IS ONE, US!

We are two,a two that is one
one of a kind, two of a one.
As you are the female me,
I'm the male you
two of a one, one of a kind.

Great things comes in pairs
two in one, one in two
I'm the left to your right
you're the right to my left
or is it vice-versa?
None can have it better
'cos one in two is two in one.

Seeing your smile that first time
I knew you were 'the' one
one of the two that's now our one.

The complete half of you's me,
and you's a complete one,
the other half to our one
You is me and me, you
a two that is one, a you and a me.

Two sides comes each coin.
And If life were one,
you and I, stuck on either sides.
We'll still be a one
yet we'll be two.
The only two types of a one
the only one of the two.

You and I, Akanke

Two of a one, one of a two
living proof of Cupid's expertise
his bow and arrow, shot once, got us two.
You are me my love, I'm you still
and if this were some love story
we'll be the both sides of the story.
The other me is you, the other you is me
with our love, seamlessly fusing
two now is one, one now is us two.
MW...
Oluwole!

PHOTO CREDITS: google.com/images

THAT NIGHT WALK...

Come let's take the walk
down the left corner dark
there we'll lay and watch the stars
it's a breezy night but I'll warm you
I'll cover your body with mine
your lips will envelop all I have
as sighs escape the other
the soft breeze will ruffle your hair
caress our skins, goose pimples

When sated and spent we stare up
arms, limbs and heart all linked
seeing the stars winking in mischief
a welcome voyeur
breath will escape us in pants
as our hearts slowly lose its speed
both clothed in birthsuits and uncaring
then I'll ask you again
on bent knees.

The moon will catch the glint of the jewel
and just when you say a breathless yes
the winds will nudge the trees
they'll sway hither and thither
their leaves will rustle in encouragement
and the heaven will snap us a shot
with a flash of lightening...
Will you not come?

Oluwole

NOW WE HATE-XENOPHOBIA!

Now we hate, now we kill

cockroaches, vermins and all

dirty dirty rank ‘n’ file

kill ‘em all

rid us all of foul air.

Spare us the sermon

your condemnation fuels our engines

Durban is ours

save your lives and go back home

rid us all of your foul air.

We are blood-thirsty

this land is our life-blood

go home and live to tell

stay here and live to die

rid us please of your foul air.

Not today we won’t stop

tomorrow maybe if sanity comes back

our ample waists cannot go bare

for your own waists to wear our beads

go now so we breathe easier.

Fair skin or dark skin

caucasian or negro

this South nation is ours alone

we have done it before

we can do it again…

Oluwole.

PHOTO CREDITS: google.com/images 
DEDICATED TO THE MEMORIES OF THE VICTIMS OF THE INSANE ATTACKS IN DURBAN, SOUTH AFRICA...

WHEN WE LEFT HERE...

We were different people

not where we are today

our songs rang with harmony

fair haven, beating hearts.

But,

just before the sun went out

right when the words tumbled out

the world lost shape too

a journey of no return

Go, see the trees

stripped of cover and leaves

nude branches bathed in nothing

that’s where we now are

‘cos

with you went the sun

the warmth that clothes my naked frame

air seeped out, punctured tubes

empty minds, blank thoughts…

 Oluwole.

NOW THAT THE POLLS ARE HERE...

WARNING!!! THIS POST IS NOT SHORT


Fellow Nigerians, the much anticipated March 28, 2015 is few hours away. Few times have we had periods that have dire effect on the destiny of a nation, of the Nigerian people as much as this date. However, I dare to say things need not become as heated as it is.

If you are in the Northern part of Nigeria, you’ll be amazed at the exodus out of this zone by natives of other tribes and I do not blame them at all, the events that greeted the election results after 2011 is why we are here. This country is undoubtedly a blessed nation, but our blessing is almost if not totally our curse. Nigeria must be the only country in the universe with so much un-actualised potentials. And this is sad. Very sad.

Frankly, I don’t see why things should get this bad if as a nation we have always had our priorities right. Alas we never have been able to manage this small feat and we have certainly not been helped by the kinds of leaders we have been having for nearly over 4 decades.

THE LEGEND OF MONERIA

Moneria is a disease. A widespread disease.

It is global in its spread.
It afflicts just everyone I know. People I have never met and will never meet are not spared. It is such a potent ailment. It is not a small somtin oh, because the young suffers from it, the old have suffered and are still suffering from it sef. Should you care to know, even me, I wallow in it. I am one of its prime candidates. This Moneria has shown me pepper.

You still don’t know this disease? 
Alright oh, let’s go.
I invite you to follow me on this journey, by the time I finish describing Moneria, you’ll see you’ve for long been under its clutches.

When we were younger, we discovered that in the seed of a mango, there is usually an insect. We’ll lick the juicy mango till the seed is as white as anything you can imagine. Then we’ll set to the task of opening it up carefully and trapping the poor unsuspecting insect in a transparent nylon. Trust me, if you are able to successfully do this, you’ll be held in high regard for very few of us was able to achieve that aim. Did I hear you say we were jobless? I don’t blame you, those were some of the ‘trips’ we caught as young ‘uns because of course the onus was on us to find entertainment for ourselves not like the present time when internet, videos games and the sorts are plenty. If you were born in the 80s or perhaps very early 90s, you can relate very well. You see now, I’m digressing too much from my story.

As I was saying jare, even then we always wondered how the insect finds its way inside the mango. Till today, grown as I am, I still can’t unravel this mystery. You see, just like the mango seedling/insect analogy, so does Moneria disease apply to all human race, tribe, gender, religion notwithstanding. We are all born with it.

You’re still with me? Thank you jare. 
This Moneria disease is a very cunning ailment. It cannot be diagnosed by any doctor no matter his/her credentials and it defies any cure. However, depending on its level of affliction in someone’s life, it can quickly run its course.
In my experience anyway, most times, it is in the old and weak that you find Moneria symptoms near inexistent; in those kinds of people it has probably ran it course. 
Moneria disease can kill but it does that in a clever way too. It does not have the power to snuff out life, but it can cause the afflicted to willingly press a self-destruct button. It is a very unique disease I tell you.

You see my friend, Moneria disease is why you go to school and it is why you pursue with alacrity that high paying job. Although I earlier stated that it is a disease that afflicts every human, some people are more readily predisposed to its influences than some. They are the kind genetically wired to suffer more from this disease and this is just why some people suffer more from it. It is ironical but we live for it, it lives in us. Did I mention that Moneria is very powerful? It can cause quarrel between father and mother, husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, Pastor and church members, between friends, between siblings, colleagues… in fact, the list is endless.

Wait oh, if by now, you still don’t understand what Moneria disease is, then your case is probably worse than mine. Moneria disease has finished you. I will help you don’t worry. As long as you are in need of money for whatever reasons you conjured up, you are suffering from Moneria disease abeg. 
Fullstop.

Oluwole.

I REMEMBER!

I remember that day

distant, yet near at once

it was colder than a dog’s snout

chilly even

you smiled at me, called my name

sweetened tilt from honeyed lips

and suddenly I became warm.

It was easy to love you

between the touch of your love

the whispered vows in heated gazes

words that tumbled between escaping sighs

I fell into the stream

drowning happily

like backstreet boys

I didn’t see it coming

I stab I can endure

a plunge into the back, no one can

I writhe in agony

as life slowly ebbed away

robbed of my heart and care.

Oluwole.

MEASURED...

The stealthy flow of the tide

turpsy and turpsy curves

tilting here and there

measuring time and yield

Everyone with two accounts

one filled, one empty

time and yield

Like hour-glass it runs

time employed or not

its yield shall grow voice and speak

the strange metre of life

The run cannot be paused

its hands cannot be stilled

it runs its course… 

Oluwole.
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OUR FRIENDS ARE HERE AGAIN !

The circle is near completion

the path to our huts is now well trod

our walls wear their smiling faces

they looks so good

their words looks good too

but we know better

because

suddenly we’ve become friends

it happens every time they need us

here they are knocking our doors

they come in flowing raiments

our rags barely hide our bums

as usual, bearing smiles and gifts.

Last time they were here

they preached the gospel- CHANGE

effortlessly, promises jumped down their lips

if we didn’t know better

we would have been taken in

because

in our hunger they fed fat

its four years already,

they want four more

now they are back knocking

with foods, money with promises

of change change change like conductors

haggling with passengers  in a lagos bus.

Last time one of our friends had no shoes

our sympathy we freely gave

in addition to the luck he’s had

and down the lane is a sorry sight

a sad tale of a lost people

because

last time,

our friend the Khaki man lost the polls

in holy tears and bitter anger

he made us promises of chaos

and for years after his words

by the day the death toll increases

some bombed, some kidnapped

but he has braved the elements

‘cos today he’s here again

like a chameleon in a different colour

he’s a sheep in wolf’s clothing

a sad tale of lost people.   

Oluwole.

WHEN ELECTION DRAWS NEAR!

I am hardly who you can call a night-crawler. The few things that keep me out at night would be hanging out with friends or days of Champion’s League football matches. However these days, the urge to stay indoors at night is more pronounced. It is because election time is here again.

Election is hardly a friend to the Nigerian masses and yours sincerely is one. It is a time characterized with perpetration of several heinous acts. Need I say that hooliganism and thuggery becomes amplified, vandalism and destruction of properties tends to happen especially between supporters of opposition parties, ritualistic killings also become very common. It is therefore not wrong to say that strange things happen a lot in election time in Nigeria.

Sometime in 2012, I escaped a kidnapping attempt. I was final year student in University of Benin and it was few days from Edo state gubernatorial elections. I escaped that day partly owing to my vigilance and all the learning I picked up from the street while growing up. Most of my hostel mates were praising my ‘sharpness’ when I narrated the event but frankly speaking I believe it was my mother’s prayers that stood me in good stead. Many a person weren’t so lucky and they became victim of election period.   I often wondered what would have happened if the road was not too busy for the driver to pull off in acceleration as he wanted to do or if the central lock had not made a loud ‘wack’ as it was activated but I am grateful to God I am here to tell the tale.

It is often alleged, most politician indulge in fetish activities to secure the mandate of their people. It is always in the rumours of the steep prices they pay to achieve their ambitions.

So when you feel like going out someplace and you will be returning too late in the night, please be watchful and be careful. If need be, pass the night at your destination. Elections is less than two weeks away and less than savoury events tends to unfold and many a citizen could go missing again.

Oluwole.

MEMORIES...II

Looking at the night sky

stars winking in mischief, crickets chirping

lounging by the patio

dipping my cup into your memories

drinking my fill

beside me, ripen buds.

A scent wafts, your scent

purple petals, juicy nectars  

here I hear the jangling goblets

of that night before you left

under the covering of the night sky

we bared our heart and limbs

Come back to me Eniti okan mi yan

sing once more with me the lovers song

so I can watch the curve of your lips

reminiscence of our last kiss

the last time we made magic

before things fell apart.

Oluwole.
ENITI OKAN MI YAN-The one my heart has chosen 


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