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*FREEDOM.* For a long time I stayed in my little room. I wish to see the glorious fields. To walk in the beautiful and glorious valley. Day after day pass away with nothing special happening to me. Freedom was something I truly desire. Encampment is something that is of no good to me. I wish just to be free. All I want to do is fly my wings high in the air and fly high in the air. My parents kept me encamped all in the name of protecting me. I would not blame them at all since it is all for my benefit. I just wanted a little bit of freedom A tiny one would do no harm at all. Or so I thought. Everything changes with time in this world. Despite all my bondage I finally found freedom. Which to be sincere scared the hell out of me. When the long awaited freedom came knocking at my door. I was left totally perplexed. I have what I truly want but I had no idea what to do with it. Now I miss my time back in encampment which seemed very strange indeed. The wheels of time can not be reversed at...

*CRY NO MORE* It truly hurts to be in love. When the person you love sees you as a friend. You try all your best to hold on deeply to him but it all seems like a futile attempt. Love is a very complicated matter. Even the wisest of men could never understand it at all. So it is okay to cry a little bit but don't cry for long. Life has a very funny way of treating a person. Today you fall and the next day you are soaring in the sky. Heartbreaks is bound to happen in this world. But we would always emerge victorious. If we truly put our mind in it Cry no more for the live that is gone For most passing ships never return to the harbour. Sad incidents are no hindrance to the beautiful glorious future. We just need the courage to move on. What we do with the situations life presents to us. Is what makes us victorious and special We have to face all the challenges with confidence. Don't break your heart over a love you can not have. Just let it go and a better one would come soon. No...

Random Mess🤯 How I ease pains, I don't need long lines and words, Not even rhymes in rhythm would sieve the pains off my pores, I just have to scribble a little ink mixed with pain in solfa on a treble staff, With the the title "how I ease pain" Then force myself to play through. Or I draw in letters the figures I did see and pretend not to see in ways I wish I knew but don't know and make you read through like I have a destination which I don't have. I do have an origin actually, maybe that's my destination too. I would have loved to take you through some path and show you the holes I dug with my finger while I was lost in the stormy oceans of the beauty you swirl, but the depth might be too scary to the face. Maybe we should just swim, take our chances with the strong current of the ocean I birthed but the shack I kept as guard has gone rogue. Don't tell me you're still reading my boring lines; Ain't you bored? You making my lines fee...

ONCE UPON A CITY Oh! What city is that combusting like a maple wood? The fume woke me to yield the cry of the bird parroting the people's words. That smell- It's. . . It's the blood of men. Oh! My goodness. It's Owu. Where's Oba Akinjobi and the high chiefs? I can see they all fled after biting more than they could chew. Isn't that Orisaye with the spirits of the market? Oh Poor girl! I pray Obatala save his wife. And now, the weak Maye Okunade determines Owu's fate by bathing his sword with the men's blood and making out with the women. What hope has a dog tethered to the belt of Ogun? Lawumi! Lawumi!! Lawumi!! Ah ah! Why? why did you forsake our children. A child can never be so offensive and disgusting to the extent of you chasing him to the Lion to devour. And you decided to punish the elder son for his younger brother and yet, whip the brother for revolting. What a mother! The blood of the children called on me, the blood the men called on me as wel...

BROKEN! Yea? There you go again Making promises that only brings pain Your sweet words always end in vain And I get to tear up in shame... Each time I've succumbed Forgiven you a countless times like I'm dumb But you hurt me till I'm numb And sometimes off a cliff I wish I could jump... You apologize but you are truly a Don Juan Say all you want but you are beyond redemption... All you I ever get in return is a cold reception And it's high time you know that this time, we are DONE!!!

100-DAY-POETRY-CHALLENGE Day nineteen SCIENCE STUDENT Wale's blazing dream set fire quenching Fear in his mother's doubtfull heart. He rapped certainty into her cranium That water will become wine and wine will be fuel If his feet can find ground in the room of chemicals. His dream, coagulating strength like ice cube Coagulated the steaming pot of mistrust In the ever suspicious brain of his dad. He sang to him the glory of white lab cloke That will clad his body to display humble pride. But, when he felt the air of the land, He answered the call of boys with shabby character To become a gifted hand in the making Of tasty crazy drinks that fulfill the purpose Of birthing fruitful violence. ©Winlade 19/01/2018

*BE APPRECIATIVE....Blessings comes with Appreciation.* Its Sunday 21st of January, at exactly 2:05am today, it is the first time in weeks I have slept earlier in the night and wokeup earlier. This is how it has always been before the past few weeks that all I do is stay awake at night and doze off during the day. This day feels like the normal me.I have come to the realization that you loose a lot of things by failing to appreciate, what you have been, where you are, where you going to, what you look to be and what is happening......you loose a lot of things by just not being appreciative in everything. Appreciation is the key to living. You have to wakeup everyday of your life and be appreciative. Its a long way for everyone and many haven't made it to where you at. Lots have missed the way, others dead, some lost, and many don't even know where they heading to. You just have to be thankful and be appreciative with whatever you are. Like I mentioned earlier, "Appreciatio...

*Nighteyes Like the Dogs We Are* My name is Jonpui. I was arrested for crimes i do not remember and imprisoned. I think I was arrested by the military or before They came into power, I really cannot say. I was to be left there, in prison, indefinitely. It was a mixed prison and unlike other normal -i might add legal- prisons, the males and females were penned in the same building. It wasn't all bars and metals as you might think, why I call it a prison is beyond me. But the feeling of being caged was so palpable you could taste it in the air. We were free to roam about, not free as you might think though, just free enough to visit another cell, or to have little chat, or plot, or fight, or have sex. The people, the wardens, that ran the place didn't care much for how we lived. They would come in once in a while to check if none of us were trying to escape. I don't think they brought us food, or clothes, or amenities with which to clean up the place. I have the feeling that ...

IN THE DAYS OF MEN Did you listen under the roof of moon To the happy dirge of buried shadows, Who were frightening ghosts in the city of oppressors To unroof huts they erected to soak their hands with plenty? Did you hear how gele was tied to request From the table of the Queen our meal of freedom When the Queen decided our diet And dropped globule of colorless juice for tongues to be showered? In the days of men, table of power was set Under the new sun that rose To give seat to the men yet to be born For all bellies to receive power. But, the table built with sweat to fill stomachs Drains stomachs into linear bones As the standing sun bows out For thick moon-less dusk to seat. ©Winlade 20/01/2018

*LOST* The heart's open The wound is bleeding The mouth is dumb The heart is seizing People pour out their hearts And vilely varying sins In words of gold Laid in pity Received with pity My case is Different My heart is bleeding My mouth is bitter My head is heavy I pour out my heart In worthless words Of parchment and ink Laid in secrecy Recent with distrust The world is hateful The family is loving The friends are righteous The enemy is me My heart's murky depths Have I tried to know It's many secrets Have I tried to understand Efforts always futile I try to be faithful They try to understand I'm lost to myself I'm lost to the world *Hyde*