Monthly Archives: September 2015

‘Freedom Uncertain’

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The colourful rainbow washed out

The tunnel snaked on

Diminishing any sign of light.

We were betrayed by our brothers

Not our enemies, but our blood brothers.

Bad fate brought on our kinsmen,

Now we have less fate.

On and on we wander.

Our homes gone, our dignity torn.

Even animals have territories.

Did we not give it all up to insanity?

Unsure of a future,

Our furures’ future stare at us blindly with questions.

But not every question deserve an answer;

An immediate deniable solace.

We once dined like kings

We enjoyed like Queens.

Now we are refugees; moving drones.

Rejected by beings,

Walls of prejudice erected to fence us off.

We must pass through the eyes of the storm,

To get to ‘Freedom Uncertain’.

Forced by the devil to walk on the tempest sea;

Our faith bent to fail

In the eyes of the engulfing monster.

-Olufemi Oladotun.

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Don’t wait up

The Z Channel

Words are cheap,

A dime a dozen

Don’t let your heart stay frozen

Mourning a mirage

Don’t wait up,

Love isn’t coming that way.

Affections are transient,

They vary with the season

Quit giving yourself reasons

To hold on to shadows

Don’t wait up

Love isn’t coming that way.

Feelings definitely do fade

Nothing was meant to last forever

That person you believe you belong together

Sometimes isn’t committed to sticking with you

Don’t wait up

Love isn’t coming that way again.

So what do you do with all the love?

Barn-ful of feelings reserved just for the one

Hours of labour spent cultivating the magic

Is love really this tragic?

Not at all, but life sometimes deals hard blows

Don’t wait up

Love isn’t coming that way again.

Take the love that you possess

Hold it dear, cherish them

Let it be the blanket to keep you warm

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Locked

Amity

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Gazing at those brown eyes,

all I see is a shadow of you.

Those eyes speak deceitful sparkle;

a dearth of love.

Looking at those lips move,

all I hear is a rush of wind;

a ghost piping sound;

Those lips gush gibberish,

deafening in its essence.

Telling a tale of friendship locked in the ‘past

by  “DIATHEKE”  ,

flowing to ‘forever

but ‘now‘ non existence.

Overwhelming darkness,

silencing the hearts that fed its permanence,

Relegated to the shadow where they once belong.

Deep beneath the flowing waters,

lies the key that binds our souls.

(Diatheke : covenant )

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