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

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

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

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

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

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