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Let me be like a soothsayer;
You thought I’m living on that thing
Called Oxygen.
After all, those who drank knowledge
To stupor
Said that's where life lies,
They said there, everything has their being,
And the ecological jargons will crumble without it.

What if I say you are wrong!
What if I say the belch of those drunkards
Is intoxicating you real hard?
Because they took in much than they could handle.

Want to know what I lived on?
I lived on the unimaginable!
That will live on when the obvious ended,
I lived on the unseen!
That will become obvious as more years rolled in
Like the pages of the book being turned
You are drawn closer to the epilogue.
Yes! That’s where it is
At the end of everything
That’s where I get my being.

I inhale a person
I take in a personality,
I got life from an immortal;
And I became as such.
Oxygen will fail,
But my source is unending
And I became as such-
Living eternally.
I inhale the invisible
I inhale LOVE.

#òtáìbáyòmí

What else?

Now that the sky rebels,
Changed its hue to that of blood,
Asking for more
So it colour won’t fade away

Now that our creed; our everyday pledge
Sang in pride in ages past,
Now a dirge we sing like snails
          -head in shell

Now that our swords
lost the meaning of brotherhood
And each day drink blood to stupor,
Though we are told they are sticks,
But the carrier uses them on men
thinking we are cattle




Now that life is cruel,
Explosion is like fertilizer
Of which our land craves for
And violence made the movies
We watch each day saying it’s news.

What else?
Where else should we expect more?
2001 – we shouted for peace
2018 – we jos want peace
Artist made illustrations
And Poets – their pen they wield; ready for battle
Yet our leaders hid themselves in the warmth of hypocrisy
And our oppressor in broad daylight.

What else? Maranatha…

#òtáìbáyòmí

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Oh, If dreams really convert,
I'd be the richest,
If fantasies are really true,
I'll own an empire-
With a lot of castles.

Fantasies are expensive,
But worthless,
Gotten with so much concentration
But destroyed by the dew of worries.
Castle built in the sky,
Is as worthless as those that never existed.

Life rolled in,
Like a vehicle tyre, I rolled in my childhood,
Responsibilities crept in,
And I knew not.
I'm there supervising the building of my castle,
Knowing that in seconds it's as though it never existed.

Over the years, I had no choice,
Than to believe the sweet bitter truth,
That dreams doesn't convert as I hoped,
They are nurtured and cared for,
Then the pictures conceived is painted.
And fantasies became reality.

#òtáìbáyòmí

I read through my news feed on Facebook this morning to catch up latest gist and news from friends and pages I followed and there was this group I have not been active lately, so I was not aware there a challenge on, so I took my time to catch with what it is and people accepting the challenge. But there was this comment that made me write this article. It read thus;

I have been seeing people accepting this challenge, please is money involved? [Paraphrased and edited]

Well, the comment have many interpretation, only if we get that which the writer really meant, but a closer look at it is "he can't do it if money is not attached".

Sometimes, what makes our life meaningful is value, the difference between a market woman and me is the value I added to myself. Value is an essential to every man who desired greatness, it can't be traded for anything.

Have you get to a point in time when you will feel down, when you'd feel there's nothing you are capable of doing, or when some trace of inferiority complex begin to manifest? It's the value you've added to yourself overtime that will be of much help that time.

I believed life can be so cruel and apparently can be as gentle as a day old child, but in everything add value to yourself. Sometimes value does necessary results to money. That's what I saw wrong in the comment above. More than Money, add value, in due time, money will come.

Take for example, a young Kenyan lad named Kelvin Doe who was busy building a music player from scraps around his environ, who's now a visiting lecturer in Massachusetts institute of technology and was opportuned to feature in a TED talks. When he was busy adding value, he never know all these will come.

Add value, that's the best you can do to yourself, it claims some ungotten deserved respect. This is the simple truth, just try it, add value.

A dirge for 2017



I thought would love you forever,
Forgetting the fact that you'd leave one day.
I thought our days will last like that of a Palm tree,
Forgetting the fact that we have only 365 days together.

Being with you,
Is like taking a course
I've got to show up in classes and write examinations
And my attendance obviously inevitable.

I'm sorry, I've got to let go,
Yay, because you taught me to aim high.
A dirge for you,
That's the best I have for you.

"Like dinosaur
You left for extinction,
No year can be like you.
It can only come in your likeness.

Reminiscence of days
Spent together,
Make my eyes sources of
Flow unending,
And I seem blue.
at times,
I'll call for celebration,
Blessing the good memories I had
In your days.

Goodbye 2017,
Your brother 2018 took your place,
I hope he's much better than you"





©Òtáìbáyòmí

Look through my archive,
In my own brain- my hard drive,
I've been alive,
Even though haven't yet arrive,
But yet I didn't crash dive.

I'm well sure enemies connive,
But God never keep their dreams alive.

I will thrive,
Just like your wishes descrived
I will survive,
Even though I find myself in a beehive.
And my prayers is your value won't nosedive,
And for good things you won't be deprived.

For the love I appreciate,
I pray it will never depreciate.
Goodness and mercy will be your associates,
Riches and goodies will always be at your gate.
For this is God's mandate.



Thank you everyone for the love you showed to me. For the call, the messages, the Facebook posts, the wishes on my timeline, the WhatsApp statuses. I really appreciate it. I'm humbled by your testimonies and much reason I need to get better.

I'm not writing this because it's normal to say thank you -maybe that's why it's coming late. But when I reflected, I felt loved and I need to say thank you to everyone.


I'm well sure next year will be greater as you've challenged me.

Let's get better together,
See you at the top.
#Òtáìbáyòmí.
Abayomi Adeoye

Let’s do a visitation,
To yourself, you caged in a cage,
Let’s get some refreshment,
To feed your inner man who starved for ages.

Days are counting, time is going,
Gray hairs are rushing
To manifest and weakened you,
Yet your real self was bolted.
Locked in the cage you built with your own hands.

You’ve got a definition,
Can I ask what?
Out of frustration you threw the key,
That unlocks desires along with unwanted responsibilities,
Away in an abyss that can't be reach,
Because you don’t want to reach.

Back in the days when you boil,
When you vow to rise and shine,
And be a powerful solvent that extracts dreams,
From ‘guys’ who run and shout for help,
But now they are the one who volunteered to help,
And help you get back on the track.

What has become of you, my dear?
You used to set the pace while others follow,
But now you are on the sycamore tree watching,
Applauding men who make waves in their generation,
On the sideline you are, saying,
‘I used to be a contestant in that race’

Let’s go on a visitation please,
And visit you locked in the prison,
Which you built with your own hands,
Let’s write an appeal dear,
To yourself who judged yourself
And sentenced yourself to life imprisonment.

You can always be better,
Pardon yourself and move on,
Greater heights lie ahead to stand and shine,
And a brighter future to explore.


#Òtáìbáyòmí

Lost in limbo
Searching for peace,
On the lookout for happiness,
Who knows it's right here?
Tied to the tip of my belt,
Ring its alarm,
Drawing attention,
But I know not
For I'm engrossed with the unfulfilling search.

Who knows it's within?
Who knows no one sells happiness,
And peace is not what they hawk?
Would have save the stress of searching
Can concentrate on building a bridge,
That leads to within,
Where I get peace and happiness.


#30daysOfSelfAdmiration
#Òtáìbáyòmí

There were days I fell,
I cried and wept,
And lay helpless,
Seeking help,
But found none
Instead, shame and mockery is what I found,
They stuck me like plagues,
And I couldn't help myself.

But behold I rose,
Beating expectations to pulp,
Treading on days of 'no-motivation'
Maximizing the strength I found,
And making my way to limelight.

"With a standing ovation,
Welcome Òtáìbáyòmí"
That was the compensating moment,
A reward for shame and mockery,
And one for not giving up.

Never give up,
Does it seem long?
Tarry please,
The future is here,
And before you know it,
You are already where you desire.

#òtáìbáyòmí
#30daysOfSelfAdmiration

Always Long to get better, it's not always about your height, but the heights you reached.

@Òtáìbáyòmí
Twitter: a_otaibayomi

It was a dark silent night, on a Tuesday, I was coming from a friend's house. The remembrance of our gist made me smile to myself -though I always smile on every little chance I had to. Miles away from my friend's house and few distance to mine: I noticed a young man approaching me, his looks cautioned me and made me lost the aura that made me smile, I tried all I could to avoid him, but the more I do, the more vulnerable I seem.

Who could he be?, he was a bit rough with a questionable haircut -I think they call it 'afro', he wore a sleeveless top and a rag-like jean short -the one they termed 'crazy jean', with a canvas.

Right at that moment, fear was sent down my spine and it occupied me that I couldn't think of anything to do as rumors of bad deeds that happened on the path flash to my memories. The path I'm on was surrounded by bushes though with a lot of uncompleted buildings and the next  occupied neighborhood is out of sight.

I tried all I could to send fear out of my body and it seems I overcame, but on reaching him, he grabbed my hands and I managed to slip out of his hands and I take to my heels, but in few seconds he caught on and grabbed me, covered my mouth with one hand and held me with the other. I don't know what he is up to, if he's going to rob me, I had only my phone on me and I forgot my purse at home -that's what got me trekking, I could have board a bike.

Before I knew it, he head towards an uncompleted building though roofed but with no door, I struggled to shout but I couldn't make a sound as his palm covered my mouth and sealed my lips, when he seems relaxed and thought he has won over me, I managed to bite him and escape, but was stopped with his stretched hand, he slapped me immediately that I landed on the floor with my face down, before I could look up, he already unzip the rag he called short and jumped on me, I tried getting off and couldn't run beyond his reach. I was forced against my will to lie down and I gave up as I felt powerless and behold I was raped and was deflowered. I felt the pain in my bones plus the one I got from my hymen breaking.

My heart was choked and I felt that minute, my life was disarrayed, after few minutes, he left me helplessly on the ground and dashed away. I wept like that's going to be the last time I will cry, though the deed was done, but I felt the huge blow and an empty pit where something big and irreplaceable was taken. I found my way home and narrated the horrible experience to my sister who I was living with, she advised I go to the hospital of which I did the following day.

But ever since I wasn't the same again, I felt I'm irrelevant. What can I do please?, I need comfort and advice on how to get over my sense of irrelevancy.

#Òtáìbáyòmí

Overtime, I laughed when I go over my chats with some people because a lot of them contains unfulfilled promises.

Memories of how I smiled on hearing the promises flash and they made me repeat the smile. Maybe list of unfulfilled promises is what made to trust no one or I'm like that from onset. I only trust some set of people headed by God who if they failed or delayed promises, I'll still trust their words for me.

I remember then when am still naive (so to say), every single promises excites me, they made me a rubber ball which bounces and rebounds on every single stroke.

A very perfect example is when I was in the third year of my junior secondary education (JSS3), my dad promised a blackberry phone -of course you know what it means to own a blackberry then now. On every single call, I answered twice, I became the boxer of animal farm that chose to work tirelessly -though I'll still work with nothing attached, but the promises is a motivation to do extraordinarily, especially when it's attached to my academics performance.

Promising is good only when they are realistic and was fulfilled -or the reasons will be visible genuine and reasonable if at all it will fail. Because as much as it adds to our credit, that much it's discredit us if we failed.

Well, at the long run, I was unable to own the promised blackberry, and this made me not-too-excited when I received any promises especially on getting a phone then. Though I later got one when I was in SSS 3 -you want to know the type, lol, it's NokiaC1-01 (at least I can ranked up with the bosses then).

Don't promise I repeat

Don't promise just to say something, don't promise to make someone happy especially the ones who holds your words with respect, if you have too much succeeding failures, your words lose value and virtue, even if you are not promising them.

#Òtáìbáyòmí
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Isn't it funny?, How they promised us a government of the people, by the people and for the people. How they promised us a country ruled  by the sages' opinion for our benefits -for a comfortable living.

And what saddens is, those who initiated our freedom from colonialism didn't dream of what's happening currently. I don't know if truly they watch from heaven as legend has it, but if they do, I wonder how they will be feeling.

Major -in the book "Animal Farm" stirs rebellion amidst the animals against their owner, Jones which was successful shortly after his death.

I wonder how he would feel when watching how Napoleon turned the desired democracy into tyranny thereby oppressing his fellow comrades.

But if I was asked who's at fault, I will say it's the citizens of the animal farm. I'm cruel? Obviously, I'm not. Just learn out my reason for saying so.


The citizens of the animal farm were at fault because they chose to leave under the shelter of mediocrity. They believed the pigs are better and were the only one solely blessed with knowledge and they can't be better.

Look at it like this, if they strive to learn and become the author of education, they would have escaped the tyrannic agenda of the pigs -napoleon especially which was unknown to them from the beginning of the rebellion, or maybe he didn't had such agenda before, but was conceived when he see their display of mediocrity. Coupled with the expulsion of Snowball who loved something good for the citizens -judging from his commitment to the commencement of the windmill.



Despite boxer's commitment, I'd blame him for being lazy to speculate and examine Napoleon but came up with the philosophy "Napoleon is always right". And the smart guy took advantage of it to boost his morale in despotism.

Don't settle for the less, that's my advice to you, never say it's too hard for you. All things are possible and you can do all things. Overcome your inferiority complex asap, else you will pay homage to those you rated higher in due time.

#òtáìbáyòmí