THIS IS HOW I REMEMBER MY MOTHER

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This is how I remember my mother
Seated on a stool made of wood
By the fire that wouldn't burn
I see her mouth blow air nonstop
Rekindling the fire with great skill
I see her hand reshuffling the wood
With an incomprehensible expertise
I see her wipe sweat off her face
With her just washed wrapper
Tied smartly around her bossom
I see her work frantically
To Put the leaves together
And Add seasoning to taste
I see her in that little kictchen
She made by herself for herself
Sweating the toxics out by the fire
Just to put food on the table
Of her husband and children

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Step by step

Step by step

Step by step
As I walk this lane
With faith sometimes  wavering
And hope sometimes dwindling
Sometimes with hands up in the air
Ready to give up
And The next minute ears in rapt attention as my mouth whispers into them the sweet words of hope


Step by Step
As I walk this lane
I place my hand on my chest
In constant reassurance
Daily reassuring myself of the fact that ALL IS WELL.
I tell myself baby you can do this
I tell myself baby you got this
I tell myself baby you'll make it
I tell myself sweetheart, it'll get better.

Step by step
As I walk this lane
With my head held up and dignity intact
I sing to myself songs of victory
And read to myself poems of self love
With my heart ready to embrace the days of gold to come...

Step by step
As I walk this lane
I remember to keep pushing  hard
Take one day at a time
Take one step  before the other
And never forgetting to tell myself
 'baby it's just a matter  of time, you'll eventually get there'

Forgive Me Pastor

I was a petty soul until you broke me-
And lit the fire of love forever in my soul
Oh I was livid-mad, I admit
When you stabbed my hope
And laughed to scorn as I picked
The shattered rubbles of my heart
I cursed, cried, was confused
Forgive me Pastor, I wronged you
How could I not see you for you; human
How could I expect from you what I couldn't be myself; perfect
How could I be mad at you for being yourself; man 

Thank you Pastor, I'll always be glad
That you tore me up- and I healed again
Though I purchased the healing with monsoonic tears
And lengthy nights of remorseful thoughts
But I healed again is all that matters
My heart is back to pumping blood-
Still unsure how I survived when it didn't;
Oh for a long time it carried you
It was stressed and over-pressed
It's such a bliss to let you go
It's such a glorious thing, forgiveness is
I was a petty soul until you broke me-
And lit the fire of love forever in my soul
I was a puerile man until you bit me hard
And numbed every cell in me that beats for hate
Thank you pastor, forgive me pastor
God bless your soul 

Poem Credit - Abayomi Ojo

Happy Birthday Dad!!

I actually don't know the right words to use for him. He's just too amazing.

Words fail me

To describe an indescribable father

A man of few words‎

A father like no other

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Dreams come, dreams go‎

Words fail, cares waver‎

Promises fail, love has waxes cold‎

But My father, has always been a father

Amazingly calm

Like the word 'calm' itself

Even in the face of dangerous danger

His middle name should be 'calm'.lol‎

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When I'm wrong

He scolds me to the right path

When I'm right,He cheers me greatly‎

He's My No 1 cheerleader

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He's an amazing father

He's a loving husband

He's a Christ like Pastor

He's unbelievably super‎

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Friendship...Flowers.

Our friendship was like flower
Budded and Blossomed beautifully
So beautiful it attracted butterflies
Colourful butterflies, I'd say...

Just like tulips and daffodils
It lasted only the spring
Bit by bit, it dried up
Until there was nothing left

My Child

The poem 'My Child' was inspired by this (attached) picture. Enjoy.

My love for you my child
Is more than mouth can tell
I'll carry you for as long as I can
Not only on my laps, my child
But in my heart always

I'll hold you close to me my child
Let go, I never will
I know your pain is much
But My bond with you my dear
Not even death can break

Feel the warmth of my embrace
See the love my eyes convey
Hear my heart beat just for you
Snuggle closer to me my child
Stay with me, don't go away.

My Journey - Self Discovery.

Are you on a journey to self discovery like me? The truth is we can't fully know ourselves except through God. The poem I'm sharing today was inspired by the Bible...precisely from 1Corinth 13:10-12. I hope you can relate with it as you read. God bless you. Shalom.

                                                     When I was a child

I spoke as a child

I understood as a child

But when I became a man

I put away childish things

Now i see myself through a mirror,

Darkly, but face to face.

Now I know myself in part

'cause the time of perfection

Is yet to come

But,

when that which is perfect is come

Then that which is in part

Shall be done away

And then shall I know myself 

Even as I am known by HIM

LAGOS CITY

I got a request by one of my esteemed followers to write a poem about Lagos State. So I decided to share this.

The poem below was sent to my box last month. When I read it, I laughed. You know why? You'll see the reason when you  see what he wrote about Lagos. There's a particular line in the poem that amused me..let me know when you see it. *winks.

 And NO, He doesn't live in Lagos. Lol

When the day was young

In pictures I met you

Houses stood so tall

As if they could talk.

People littered you

Like the procession 

of soldier ants after rain.

You are like the Rain

You smile, you frown.

Your breeze invites

At noon and dawn

In you talents thrive

Warm welcome I foresee

Lagos; acclaimed wisdom city.

Poem Credit - Fakunle Busayo

Heaven Please

Heaven please send down the rain

To ease our burning burning pain

we know you see our soil and toil

'Cause you are far up there above

Heaven please give us a hug

We need the warmth you have to spare

We know you love the ones you love

The rain, the rain we beg you 'sperce

Heaven please give us a sign

We see the sky, we see the sun

We need a little bit more cloud

To know the rain Is pouring soon

NIGERIA - FROM DESPAIR TO HOPE

I walked along and then I saw
A pasture so green it blew my mind
A people so strong I checked myself
Where is this place, I asked my escort
"Nigeria, the land of wealth" he said
"A land filled with so much gold
Where oil flows unend like a river

And the owners beg the stealers a share of oil

A new Nigeria i really foresee
Above and beyond she surely shall be
The common people soon will have a say
In the way their nation is run
That fertile land you see
Will be utilised to make ends meet
Those strong people you see
Will be tired of playing by the rules
Of their 'supposed' leaders' games

Nigeria, oh Nigeria
Shine thine light and scare the dark
Rise above and far beyond
Give thine Children a little bit more hope
Be the dream and live the dream
Prepare the land for a flood soon shall come
To wash away all negativity and negativists
The rain soon shall fall
To water your already dried soil
And the sun soon shall arise
To lighten up your beautiful world"

TAKE YOUR TIME

Pardon my handwriting..lol. Real words right there. #lovemum

Take your time baby, Take your time

I Found Him

I found Him dad, I found God.

I wanted to know why
Why you prayed so much
You were better off
You didn't lack a thing

I wanted to know why
Why you closed your eyes
At every given time
You were a busy bee
yet you still found the time

I wanted to know why

Why you kept reading that book
Don't story books get boring?
After the second, third time you read?

Then I encountered Him
The one you couldn't stop talking to
He's so gentle and loving
beautiful and irresistable
Each time you opened that book
Your heart comes alive, right?

Nobody can love me the way he does

No word can soothe me better than His

Now I can't stray away from his presence too

I found Him dad,

The One you couldn't stop talking to.

DANCE WITH ME

Don't be scared, dance with me
Feel the beat, Be the lead
Take my hand, Do the deed
All we have, is right here
All we need, is right here.

Let Two hearts beat as one
Let Four legs move as one
Let Four hands work as one
Let Four eyes lock as one
Let Two minds work as one

Don't be scared, take the lead
Feel the beat, be the lead
Feel the heat, win the bid
Take my hand, do the deed

Take a step, dance with me

LIVE SIMPLY

Someone who I like to refer to as 'my mentor' sent this beautiful piece written by Ben Carson to me few days ago.  I hope you like it as much as I do.

The life I live, I simply  live for Him.

Sometimes you are unsatisfied with your life, while many people in this world are dreaming of living your life.

A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of flying. 

But, a pilot on the plane sees the farmhouse and dreams of returning home.

That's life!! Enjoy yours.

If wealth is the secret to happiness, then the rich should be dancing on the streets. 

But only poor kids do that.

If power ensures security, then officials should walk unguarded.

But those who live simply, sleep soundly.

If beauty and fame bring ideal relationships, then celebrities should have the best marriages.

But those who live simply, walk humbly and love genuinely!

All good will come back to you!!!

Man asks, “Where was God when Myles Munroe, wife and his associates were killed in a crash? 

He answers, "The same place

I sat when John the Baptist my servant was beheaded. 

When Stephen my servant was stoned to death. When Paul my servant was murdered in Rome. The same place I sat when my only Son

was brutally crucified, wounded, bruised and killed.

I have not moved from my position."

I am the same. 

It is not the means of exit from earth that

matters but the destination.

Live simply. It's all about God!!

LOVEBOUND - 2

Love is a beautiful thing, right? In case you missed the Part 1 of this beautiful poetic love story written by me,  Click here to read before you proceed. Cheers.

His head hung in deep thought
His heart in deep pain
He thought he had lost her

Head still hung in thought
What happened next shocked him
He saw her straight legs first

His head jerked up

His eyes locked with hers

He noticed her beautiful brown eyes

He couldn't believe it

She was right there

Right in front of him

He didnt know what to do
He was confused

Adrenaline pumping
His eyes were fixed on hers

Her eyes were fixed on his

He has been waiting for this moment

He was ready
Ready to capture the moment....any moment

He thought he was dreaming

He thought he was imagining 

Until he saw the smile
That slowly formed on her lips
And then she said 'hi'

The butterflies came alive
Snapping him out of his dreamland

Somehow without saying a word
She said 'peace be still'

His silence spoke a lot
Her eyes spoke volumes
He connected with her
She agreed with him
Fate smiled on them
Heaven sealed the deal
Here they are at the altar

This sacred spot where they met

With that promise of forever

They've been lovebound

Since the first day they met

And they'll be lovebound

Till the day they die

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

While we wait for the part 2 of my legendary(lol) poem - LOVEBOUND. I decided to take us back to nursery school.  How I wish I can bring my BBM smileys here..so much feelings I want to convey but  can't..lol. I like to bring out the child in me once in a while, and tonight is one of those nights.  I'm ready to recite this poem out loud,  Join me, let's recite together *smiles*. And as for those of us who don't know the other part of the poem, here's a chance to. 
Oya let's go...

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When there's nothing he shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky so deep
Through my curtains often peep
For you never close your eyes
Til the morning sun does rise


Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are 

Lol. See you guys tomorrow.

Lovebound - part 1

He was seated right here on this spot

Same City, same hour, six months ago

How could he ever forget

The first day he set his eyes on her
Heart beating intermittently
Palms perspiring so hard
He stopped what he was doing for a moment
Swimming in the aura of her
Then she started walking towards him
Cat walking with the poise of a dancer
So elegantly dressed, so innocently faced
He thought she was coming to meet him
He thought he was going to die
Then the moment got injured

He said HI, she didn't respond

She walked past him
Breaking his heart momentarily

And then just like a dream

She walked back to his side
The exact same way she did earlier
This time his heart didn't skip that beat
This time his hands didn't perspire
This time his brain wasn't blank
Neither was his mind searching for the right words

He didn't bother to say 'HI'
'Cause he knew she would not look his way

Then she started walking by
Just like she did before...

Tribute - Tears in my eyes.

When I got and read this tribute my heart bled. She was a fresh graduate of UNILORIN..a former linguist. A beautiful young lady whose future got cut short. I didn't know you, but rest in peace.

Now that you are gone

I still see your face often 

I hear your voice clearly in the wind

I remember the days we have walked this path Four years of scurrying for classes(lectures) burning the midnight candles 

Forcefully shoving into your head Semantics, Syntax, Phonology en Phonetics

And all the  the subjects you had difficulty comprehending

Humbly accepting some things life gave you
At the same time fighting for what you wanted 

I watched you speak up when no one knew what to say or do. 

I watched you fight and struggle for B.A Linguistics.

With my eyes glued on you as we drove down to the Mortuary...

I tapped, Pinched and Hit you so Hard
I wanted you to smile at me one last time

I prayed you Cough before we got to the Mortuary 

But no way,  Destiny already had its way..

I took time to check through your body 

wondering what really got you Killed 

There was no wound, Cut or  Injury on any part of your body

But Alas! Death still took you away

This was not our last discussion.

This was not our last plan when we discussed @ the Faculty.

I told you not going this year doesn't mean we not going next year.. 

So all this years of chasing B.A  through Fufu campus en route Unilorin campus was just a mere shadow chasing. 

I pray God forgive you and give you  eternal rest.. The basic fight is to live 

but death almost always wins that battle. 

Our faces are still stamped with confusion and questions...

How do you see someone today 

And the next day they are gone?

So many unanswered questions

So many incomprehensible scenarios

 JUST. LIKE. THAT! Bukola, you left too soon.

Rest in peace Bukola Remilekun Odumosu.. We love you but God loves you more..

John Ayokunle Funso Falodun(Senator Don Weezy.

COMPASSION - Note to my Unborn Child

I hope you will be seduced by the enchantment of learning
And bedazzled by the alluring possibilities trapped in its bosom
Education will teach you many isms:
Economics; how to gather resources to meet your needs
Entrepreneurship; how to multiply wealth and court Abundance
Society too will impress certain ways upon your mind:
Doctors save lives; they are rewarded with class and comfort
Lawyers plead cases; they are treated with grandeur and respect
Engineers create edifices and bridges; civilisation needs them
So many ways to learn and how they profit you
 
Compassion isn’t a job, you may not be taught;
It is not a class, comfort or respectable thing, it hardly profits you
But Child, take from learning its greatest lesson:
Its luxury; the ability to choose
Its elixir; the power of reason
Choose not the ways which add mere things to your state,
Or those caustic red-herrings about Happiness’ true home
Use the charm of reason to find for yourself that life’s true essence
Cannot consist only in things, or temporal states alone
 
Know, child, that compassion is a hard and lonely path
For ‘me’ and ‘I’ are the natural uses of man
But reason, good reason should prompt you to the higher life;
Where you give, give and give again
And expect neither profit nor material gain
No other joy compares, not even close
To when you lighten a needy face with a selfless deed
Child, it is true what they say; you haven’t lived a day
Until you lend a hand to a soul who can never repay
Child, compassion isn’t ‘profitable’, you might never be taught
But I hope it remains your path, even if everyone deems it difficult

Poem Credit - Abayomi Ojo

Written in the Stars

This is dedicated to all the love birds making it official today. 

May your love last forever.

Stay with me
Don't fall asleep too soon
The angels can wait, for a moment
Come real close
Forget the world outside
Tonight we're alone
It's finally you and I

It wasn't meant to be like this

Not without you

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‎Don't be afraid‎

I'll be right by your side
Through the laughter and pain
Together we're about to fly‎

I wasn't meant to love like this
Not without you

'Cause when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme
Without you
When I see how my path
Seemed to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
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Written in the Stars - Westlife

Mr Man

You said  you loved her
Before you took her to the altar
Where did the love go?
The love you 'claimed' to have

You've forgotten so soon

How you begged her to love you

How you dramatically proposed

And she lovingly said 'yes'

Now you beat her
Forgetting she's someone's daughter

You are just a weakling

Who doesn't deserve love
She is meant to be beside you
As your wife and lover

Mr Macho, don't you know? That

He who finds a wife finds a good thing

He who Mistreats a wife finds a bad thing

It's just the law of Karma
What goes around comes back around
The wickedness you do today
Willl one day come back to you
In a form you least expected

When that time comes
The time for you to suffer
Don't think your mother's a witch
Or your sister's a sorcerer
just remember the period
When you painted your future black
With your own bare hands.

IG: @sheyikezia

POWER CORRUPTS - ABAYOMI OJO

 Agbede was a boy of few words 

English was one of his disabilities 

He came humbly to enlist my help;

To compose verses of love to his long time crush 

I was in till he broached her name, Jadesola;

The 'naughty girl' who never regarded me as the class captain 

It was time to clip her wings 

In the note I committed all kinds of felonies in Agbede's name 

Happily he ran off to give his 'thoughts of love' towards her 

I paced eagerly around her desk 

To be sure my lightning struck dangerously well 

Soon there was a hoard of wailers around our queen. 

The wailers wailed more than the bereaved 

And counselled her to seek redress for the injury received 

Soon the mighty Mr Majek strolled in 

And called forth my visibly shaken friend

I couldn't look into his sorry eyes as he rode quietly to the slaughter slab

I felt so little and sad but my remorse was a little too late 

Agbede was beaten blue, grey and black 

Till my name dropped from his swollen eyes-

I was beaten blue, grey and black 

Not just by the canes of Mr Majek

But also the occasional gazes Agbede cast at me 

He stopped talking to me. 

I thought it ended there. 

Agbede was the son of the village blacksmith, 

From the lineage of the masqueraders 

Masquerades were the death of me

Agbede lurked beneath vengeance for many months 

Till the season of the masquerade finally dawned 

Alone on a tiny path, I finally met my death 

Agbede beat me blue, grey and black 

And I was powerless against the stings of his whips 

The pen is not mightier than the sword, 

Not even mightier than the whips from my estranged friend. 

I was corrupted by the power of the pen 

Agbede was corrupted by the power of the cane 

We were both guilty of the power of corruption 

I was guiltier for drawing the first blood.

Poem Credit - Abayomi Ojo

RE: If you see Ayanwale

I'm excited today 'cause i've got a very interesting stuff for you guys. You read the poem 'If you see Ayanwale' right? In case you didn't, read here http://sheyikezia.blogspot.com.ng/2015/09/if-you-see-ayanwale.html?m=1.
So, the gist is that I got a poetic response from someone *yay!!!.
Read, like and pls drop your comments. Enjoy!

Eyes like Stars

Each night I see twinkling stars in the sky

My mind races back to that walk down the aisle

When all my eyes could see in your eyes

Were those twinkling stars in the sky

If you see Ayanwale.

If you see Ayanwale,
Please tell him I'm waiting,
With me there's no berating,
His love is all I'm awaiting.

If you see Ayanwale,
Please tell him i can cook,
With me he doesn't need to book,
His love is all I'm awaiting.

If you see Ayanwale,
Please tell him I'm loving,
With me there's no shoving,
His love is all I'm awaiting.

If you see Ayanwale,
Please tell him I'm in Austria,
And I can't wait to bask in his euphoria,
His love I'm still awaiting.

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