There
was once a girl in our region,
Who
loved tete-a-tete with dogs.
The
last time we launched grudges,
She
summoned her pets to mount a lion.
By
then, we were lost in oblivion.
By:
ABDULHAFEEZ, Oyewole and JOLAOLUWA, Aina
...Practice to Perfection.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
What can words do?
What can
words do? This is a question not as trouble-free as it looks on the surface, it
has stratum upon strata. To answer it, you must peel off these layers one by
one, to get to the depth where the answer rests. Well, let’s fast forward a
bit, and assume that I have peeled the onion off its veils.
The pen is
mightier than the sword they say, but the pen is only mighty because it wields out
words and not blood, as it’s the case with the sword. It is because of the
power of words that intellectuals are now ascribing muscle to the pen. But in
truth, the homage they pay is to words. Words, whether spoken or written, is
the most strongest weapon ever known to man, it has won wars, dethroned Kings, enthroned
kings, won hearts that worship at its alter, change a civilization, won a
civilization and even stolen a civilization. The world has proved that he, who
has the strongest and most prevailing words, owns it. This is the means by
which the strong men of the world keep all that power.
Someone
once said; I don’t know who, that it takes a single writer to change a civilization.
The wisdom here is that, only knowledge can actually free a man, only when a
man is enlightened by the illuminating lens of knowledge, that he can
completely understand not only himself, but the society that he populates. So
if you want to rule over your fellow men, shutdown those lenses and keep it in
a place where only you can access. Of course, that is a selfish POV, but
unfortunately, both our intellectuals and leaders have kept the masses on the
fringes, using this inhumane tactics.
We as
writers and intellectuals, should burden ourselves with not only being the sole
eye of the society, but must open more eyes that will help us spread the gospel
of sensitization and enlightenment. We owe this to our society!
By:
SADDIQ, Dzukogi
Monday, January 20, 2014
Singing Song- Poem
The song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.
This song is an inspiration of its own.
That the composer and performers,
Were not, in their looks and steps,
Very easy with this stunning stunner.
Avalanche of exaltation and extolment
Of the Divine, the Architect and the Seer,
Were in whole, parts of this cadence,
That raised roofs by sparks of thunder.
This song, oh, is beautiful,
That the angels heard and came to town.
For the creator I learnt was heal,
When he penned this enchanting down.
True to God who made me,
Have never found handsome lyrics as his.
For no matter realm the originator was,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.
For the blessings his ink had dropped,
Is a hold of more than thousand years
Oh, you the faithful, this drop;
Embedded verses that dry plenteous tears.
The song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.
This song is an inspiration of its own:
Avalanche of exaltation and extolment,
That raises roofs by sparks of thunder.
This song, oh, is beautiful.
True to God who made me,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.
For the blessings his ink had dropped,
Embedded verses that dry plenteous tears.
This song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.
Oh, you the faithful!
This hold more than thousand years:
Avalanche of exaltation and enrollment
Of the Divine, the Architect and the Seer.
True to God who made me,
Have never found handsome lyrics as his.
For no matter realm the originator was,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.
© 2014 Abdulhafeez Oyewole.
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.
This song is an inspiration of its own.
That the composer and performers,
Were not, in their looks and steps,
Very easy with this stunning stunner.
Avalanche of exaltation and extolment
Of the Divine, the Architect and the Seer,
Were in whole, parts of this cadence,
That raised roofs by sparks of thunder.
This song, oh, is beautiful,
That the angels heard and came to town.
For the creator I learnt was heal,
When he penned this enchanting down.
True to God who made me,
Have never found handsome lyrics as his.
For no matter realm the originator was,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.
For the blessings his ink had dropped,
Is a hold of more than thousand years
Oh, you the faithful, this drop;
Embedded verses that dry plenteous tears.
The song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.
This song is an inspiration of its own:
Avalanche of exaltation and extolment,
That raises roofs by sparks of thunder.
This song, oh, is beautiful.
True to God who made me,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.
For the blessings his ink had dropped,
Embedded verses that dry plenteous tears.
This song that wakes my heart today,
Was song that blew my mind away.
Long before now I must say,
That’s song; I’ve long for days.
But I’ve never been propitious
To storm a solo so auspicious
Like this very one source
Which by thought, he’s success.
Oh, you the faithful!
This hold more than thousand years:
Avalanche of exaltation and enrollment
Of the Divine, the Architect and the Seer.
True to God who made me,
Have never found handsome lyrics as his.
For no matter realm the originator was,
Would love a tete-a-tete with him or his.
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