A Literary Blog

Shall I tell?

I look into the eye

Of the baby called today


I speak of a lost generation

Waiting to be revived


I speak of raw stones

Waiting to be polished


I speak of time

Waiting to be captured


I speak of a future

Being mortgaged today


I speak of hollow homes

Fractured by the life’s demands


I speak of children

Left to their own devices


I speak of legacies

Being buried with the dead


I speak of tears

Becoming the norm


I speak of an unplanned future

Of a future I fear

If there are no sutures

Of love and care

Holding the present and past

Till at last we reach

The town of hope


© 2009 Derin Onokpasa


March 19, 2010 Posted by | Derin, guest post | 1 Comment


Why ’twas only

’twas only yesterday

I saw John Goodman lonely

Like a solitary needle in hay

Surrounded by manly

Yet in the midst of none

"What ails thee my friend". "plenty"

" I’ll thank you, kind sir to lend me your gun"

I sat with him to hear a tale

That brought tears to his eyes

"O human nature, how frail"

he had loved a woman of ice

Who had made a plaything out of a kind man

Who finally summoned courage to ask

But, nay, he’d always be her "dear man"

In a confusing answer that took him to task


Why ’twas only this morn

’twas this cheerless morning I’m sure

I heard a haughty John Goodman say

As he a good woman scorned

The light in his eyes was long gone

Replaced by the gloomy darkness of rage

It’s over woman, begone

Your tears move me none,

Love, Bah, its for fools

And my wise heart has been schooled.


©2008 Dotun Adejuyigbe

March 12, 2010 Posted by | Dotun, guest post | , | Leave a comment


Just before you came

I knew I was me

my thoughts trailing

through the tides of time


When you came

my thinking stopped

I started sailing

rapidly like a boat


I found all of me in you

believing still it’s me

did you choose me or

pray! did I find you?


can’t tell which way now

I see me deep down in you


© Folasade Bello

March 11, 2010 Posted by | guest post | | Leave a comment

PLAYAHATIN’ (The story of Mr. Nice)

Sometimes the babes ignore him

‘cos he’s so frighteningly cute

Dependable and honest

All those proper sounding "virtues"

They seek one after another

Their chance with the players

Who look what they are not

And what they may yet not be

Who break their hearts

"To hell babe, your tenure’s expired

Watch their mouth form O

A necessary precursor to the deluge of tears that follow

But hey whad’ya know, Mr. Nice consoles them;

‘cos no matter what he’s always there

And when its time to settle down

When suddenly like a slowly appearing

And suddenly obvious daylight

They find he’s the one

He’s gone like a wisp of smoke

Alas he’s become hardened

Another like him got a lucky break

It hurts so when they come back

In tears with their sorry tales

To good men who have always been there.


©2008 Dotun Adejuyigbe

March 6, 2010 Posted by | Dotun, guest post | Leave a comment

Till I believe

It won’t be real

Till I believe

It won’t hurt me

Till my heart comes to accept

That the voices out there

Are really the voices I need to hear

That the echoes or resonance of other’s thoughts

Echoes what should really be

Till my heart stops standing

Till my inner voice chooses silence

Over that which I know to be true

It won’t really be

Till I believe


© 2009 Derin Onokpasa

March 5, 2010 Posted by | Derin, guest post | Leave a comment

Mama’s Wisdom

How lovely and pretty I’ll look;
if only this dress I had!
"Not so lovely and pretty my dear-
For all that glitters isn’t gold!"
…And that’s what my mama said.

So alluring and beckoning that is;
the callings of that ice cream van!
"Yes,very enticing I’ll say-
but much of creamy simply is fatty!"
…For that’s what my mama said.

Quite young and wrong I was;
to give my heart all out!
"So stale and bitter it always is-
a love gone cold and sour!"
Oh!Mama, how always right you were!!!
…And that, now, I’ll always know.


© Folashade Bello

March 4, 2010 Posted by | guest post | , , | Leave a comment


Tick tick tick, the seconds slip away
Sting sting sting, the tummy sings in pain
The click of the door I almost could hear
Oh finally, the familiar greeting I heard:
"Good morning, Sandwich man".

Not a word flew back his way
Not even a semblance of a greeting!
He probably doesn’t command such a great crowd I presume.
Not one word thrown down his lane.

But wait! An exodus of people I see!!!
Managers, Heads of Departments, and team members as well.
All hurrying to the call of the sandwich man!
…Well, maybe not to him really,
But the pull of his sandwich just would do!

And as I hear him say once again:
"Thank you, bye-bye, see you tomorrow",
I cannot but smile yet again –
What power he has over all men here,
Neither he nor they probably know.
Another sandwich day yet is come.

© 2004 Folashade Bello

February 25, 2010 Posted by | guest post | , | Leave a comment

I’ll be there

Sometimes you cry

But things don’t get better for the tears

At times like these, have no fear

‘Cause I’ll be there

To hold you near

© 2000 Adekunle Adejuyigbe

September 27, 2009 Posted by | guest post, Kunle, poetry | , , | Leave a comment

Two hearts

Two hearts we are

one love we share

The union of our hearts

Has brought our dreams,

Our lives,

Our thoughts,

Together as one

Ours isn’t just love

It is true love

And our love,

Will grow


© 1999  Aderinola Adejuyigbe (aka Derin Onokpasa)

September 20, 2009 Posted by | Derin, guest post | , , , , | 1 Comment


I reach out

He runs

Sometimes in circles

Sometimes he comes near

but when I reach out

He runs away

On and on

We go through this everyday


Sometimes in the company of friends

He dares to venture near

But alone he’d rather back off

when i reach out to him

and sometimes he barks at me


I’m astounded

Who scarred you li’l brother

Why do you run?

What‘s so vivid in your memory

That makes you reach out

And at the point of contact let go


It is better nowadays though

with another you come

And only then can you be touched


Today I touched your head

And I was surprised you’d let me

watching warily from the corner of your eyes

my hand upon your head

But soon after,

you ran


Many a time I’ve watched

musing about the amazing parallel

between you and I

You gave me hope today

Yet you still ran afterwards


How long till you trust me?

How long till I trust?


I don’t mean to hurt you

But do you know that?


You are an enigma

And you are a playful fella

I’ve seen you play with friends

Now I’m supposed to end this all

With a fancy phrase

But the parallel is so large


In my minds eye

I sit and watch you

As we sit face to face

Pondering about life as we see it

I suppose then

That this poem will not be finished

But the story will end

Happily I pray.


©2001 Dotun Adejuyigbe

September 13, 2009 Posted by | Dotun, guest post | , , | Leave a comment