Poetry and short stories for happiness
I have always loved the name Bayo There is a certain joy to it like Fisayo Even though I don’t know the meaning like Tayo But I will ask my friend, her name is Rayo She knows our landlady Busayo Well, am sure it all means Joy like Ayo Because happy men are called Dayo … Continue reading Playing around with Yoruba names
My Death Tonight my soul is preparing for death I will write my own eulogy and read it for you I was born in a village hospital with no beds The day I was born there was light And that affected my skin so I am really dark When I was growing up, I played … Continue reading My death
A hospital of broken beds, that’s where I am Cracked walls with old window frames Some of the louvres are covered with papers Cobwebs hanging from the old weak ceilings The old stain of blood that has formed a map Boldly printed on the cement floor with pothole And the smell of drugs mixed with … Continue reading The Hospital
Today is democracy day Am wondering what the president will say What will be his report for the last four years How did he manage the people's fears ? Who will be the bearer of truth and equality? This country lacks peace and equity Will they tell us how to achieve unity and love? Or … Continue reading Demo-Crazy
Rapid blinking of the eyes Dry mouth with salty saliva Rumbling of angry worms Discomfort in every angle Empty tummy and wild bites Food for thought, nothing is free Even the worms need to survive So they eat the walls of the stomach Just how many people feel this way? This grey hair is not … Continue reading Hunger in Town