Thursday, November 7, 2019

LAGOS POTHOLES FEARS






Potholes, the nightmare of every human

If cars could speak, inhuman would be their cry


The Lagos Potholes fears

Like a beer parlour endears people to drinks

The potholes endear cars to the workshop.


Potholes stay fruitful with offspring

The fruits of raindrops turned ugly

Multiply by more vehicular ply

Try a count, a headache mount


                                         
Like a pot in the kitchen to cook your favourite meal

The holes on the roads book your appointment for a mechanic deal

To have your shocks heal'


But with every mechanic visit

Their cry, we feel through the fly of funds

For their repairs from our wallet


Then, with every unfamiliar road passed

The potholes stand tall in our memory



The visit to the mechanic short-lived

But unforgotten by dent in finances


A ten minute drive through Lagos with no potholes

Might be a fear to fight when found out of Lagos

Never a dream

But a reality with plight on location


Earliness, a basis for lateness

Appointments turn' disappointments

Traffic, a drain from productivity



Energy lost in road discomfort



Potholes dodge



The skill to car shocks survival 

With caution, the vehicle surpasses expectation

But like a network,

Reception for more potholes stay the attraction



With lost hours for a handful minutes journey

Lost opportunities come lost money

Impurities to national growth, never funny

The future stays epic but bleak by myopic governance




Expeditiously we are acclaimed the city of excellence

But with resilience on the roads, comes crimed violence

Now, a wake-up call never to fall

But stand tall over the wall

Our growth, never cowed by granted problems


THE END

Words through the mind of Taiwo, Kehinde Oluwaseyi


Sunday, August 11, 2019

Awake, I refuse to sleep




Sleep slips through my face
I race to stay awake 
In the wake of the fun at no pace
I run away lost in sleep with no trace

Drowsy I feel, sleep, turned  refuse from the fun
Awake, I refuse to sleep
Bemuse' to choose between awake and sleep

Confuse', drowsy I still feel, lost in double vision
Rowdy I see, a handful made crowdy
To stay away, a trouble' mission

Awake I choose
High my eyes beep with drowsiness
Asleep I choose
Low my eyes creep below the crowdedness of my lashes

Home, sleep turns to Rome
Come home I see in the dream
Awake the dream makes home
Rome never home but lost in the dream


Tuesday, June 25, 2019

DRIED BY THE RAIN






My eyes on the clock,

For the early closure luck

5pm made a mock

The bade chase from work



The evening shone brighter

Lost to the day's early work closure

As the crowd blur darker

Lateness my home openings found



The lone bus I saw ahead

The dark clouds birthed crowd fear

A curse my purse felt

With cab, a luxury not to worry

But a penury for the next lorry



Staying through the queue for bus

Like a roasted barbeque for sauce

Not dried by heat but wetted by the rain

Like an engine with no fan



The queue stood tall

The middle made a wall

Muscle not defined by height

My home earliness, lost in reality



Without umbrellas drenched we stayed

Like a football team, benched we played

With the rain, wretched our shiver rayed

Away from the rush, the next bus chased



Ugly, the rush home never seemed funny

My early closure excitement

A late home recitement

Beautiful, this piece made the journey home merry



Written and composed by Taiwo, Kehinde Oluwaseyi


Wednesday, June 12, 2019

THE NIGHT SLEEPS AWAY





Up through the morning, away from the night

My eyes wide open, closed to sleep

The future I nurture

But laziness, the puncture from keeping it mature’



Up through the morning, away from the night

The night sleeps away, my choice to stay awake

Silence through the night, the voice of my ideas

Boost’ by noise lost in the sleep of others



Up through the morning, away from the night

My eyes as wide open as an eagle’s eye

Descending through my mind to attack my thoughts

My mind always it stays, never plagiarised



Up though the morning, away from the night

Nocturnal they call it but normal we receive it

Misunderstood the preceding lines?

Read again not to miss understanding the proceeding



Up through the morning, away from the night

Questions asked in the day, answers made at night

The pieces through my mind all day

My jigsaw puzzle to picture the future


Sunday, June 2, 2019

The Nightmare Reality (A state of mind ‘pun’)



Life, found in birth

Birth, the unveil of a life

Life, sustained by breath

Breath, the key to staying alive



Alive, doors opened to opportunities

Opportunities, chances to succeed unlocked

Unlocked, lost hopes kept alive

Alive, dreams found in no sleep

Sleep, nightmares relinquished by hard-work



Hard-work, result sustained by Grace

Grace, the strength to pace through the race,

Race, yours for you with no competition but you

You, the tool to life fulfilment ahead of death



Death, the unknown fear from goals

Goals, an accomplishment defined by us

Us, a collective mind with individual meaning

Meaning, a nightmare reality through thoughts



Thoughts, Lost on My Mind

My mind, found in my sleep

My sleep, a temporary escape from reality

Reality, rejuvenated by nightmares turned fantasies



Written and composed by Taiwo Kehinde Oluwaseyi

Sunday, February 10, 2019

ELECTION (Poem)





Election, the selection and never a manipulation,

With no bribe to vibe up the future by tribe

Tomorrow secured by now, wise up and rise up

With your votes, your future procured



Yesterday, mistakes in the past

Cast in the days of old sins

Made to last no more by the future

Like a mast, a signal found with new opportunities



A sight with a collective might

We pride our unity in diversity against a poverty-stricken future

Plague' with vagueness

A sold conscience, the election slavery tool



Election, free and fair we pray

A do but never a die affair, they say

Strain violence with peace to play

Neither bloodshed nor death, the way



The future wade yesterday, buried in the loss of the past

Pleasure’ birthed with gain

Loss’ made pain

Not in vain but treasure to the wise





Like the rays of the sunlight

With peace, its beauty radiates light

The future stays bright

Peaceful election is no choice but a voice to stay right





Written and composed by Kehinde Taiwo