A Literary Blog


Life before us is like a drama

Our lives remain just a part

Or a character in the play

Who but great men live on

When mortality has fulfilled its course

Your deeds live on in the hearts of people

Your works speak after you’re long gone

Your name never would be forgotten

If on the sands of time

Your footprints show goodwill.

© 1999 Aderinola Adejuyigbe (aka Derin Onokpasa)


April 27, 2009 Posted by | Derin, guest post | , , | Leave a comment

The Minstrel

I come from a family of poets so you can be sure you’ll get to read a lot of poetry from my siblings on this site.  However eventhough we are a family of very cool poets, this site would have poems from my friends and poems submitted by readers as well. My promises are to bring the coolest contemporary closet poets and poems out of the shadows as well as to convience the world that poetry is fun. For now, here is a poem by my brother entitled the Minstrel.  I think it is perfect for the first post on this blog.



The Minstrel


In a land far away

In a time long gone

There it happened

Listen to my tale


I am a minstrel

The son of a minstrel and

Rumor has it

That my great grandfather was one


I sing then

Of tall trees in the forest

Of birds singing

Of water bubbling in the brook


So I sing then

Of a man in love

With his lady and

His music


And I sing

Of a town with few people

And fewer good people

Of a tragedy waiting to ‘appen


Of the man making the wrong choice

And his lady going to another man

Too late he realized

His music was not all


Of the burning of the village

By one so selfish

A world of luxury

Was all he wanted


Alas the poor village

Could not satisfy him

So men, women and their property

Fell to a man’s lust


Still I must sing

For the selfish man and the broken man met

The selfish for the opportunity

The broken for the consolation


To the city they went

The selfish to make money

From the music of a broken man

So broken he didn’t know nor care


Their first performance was a huge success

And the selfish man was already seeing

The wine and the women

Alas it was not to be


For the broken man

In his music heard

His own tale being told

And whatever had till then supported him

Was shattered to nothingness


No food he would eat

No water he’d drink

For as he often said

He had nothing else to live for


His friend begged him to no avail

For so soon his dream was fading away

Of wine and women

The man was dying of a broken heart


To no avail I said

For one day his friend woke up and

The man was dead

Of a poor choice and a miserable heart


I wish I had the  words

To describe his pain

Or to make you feel for him

But I don’t


Listen then to my story

The son of a minstrel

The options are many

Choose right


The options are many

The paths we tread varied

Each step is a choice

To go or to turn back


Your steps go different ways

For each one of us there is a path that is right

A purpose to be fulfilled

Still I’ll say it again

Choose right


In a land far away

In a time long gone

There it happened

Listen and learn

From my sorry tale


© Adedotun Adejuyigbe (2000)

April 13, 2009 Posted by | Dotun, poetry | , , | 1 Comment