Òtáìbáyòmí: Poems

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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.

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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…

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The unbelievable

I don't know blood speaks,
Until I saw a spill crying for help.
Same for a stopped heart,
Which wanders and seek who will stop more from being stopped.

I don't know dead bodies can still paint,
Until I saw a peace symbol painted by one,
and a caption "this is what we want".
Same for the land,
That painted X X X
And said "Yes, I want no more".

Excuse me, when will this stop?
When will we once again experience peace?
When will the news splash send signals of happiness?
Though we are starving.
When will our president say the truth?
One,
We are lazy youth,
Two,
The cattle herders carry nothing save a stick.

We only need one thing,
Peace!
If we need any other thing,
It is still peace.
There we could make a living.

Condolences to the bereaved family of the plateau massacre.

Dedicated to You.
I am #òtáìbáyòmí

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As the clock's hand ticked,
Drops of fear were released
To contaminate my still, clear mind
And my ease, there I lost.

Hoping there could be a fast forward,
Maybe, but time will tell.
But its (time) consumption
can give the full gist.

Heat from within can incubate eggs
And its accumulation can pulverise mountain.

Uncertainty is who I sat with,
And my pen bled suspense.

Flashes of fantasies seem real
And my dream, like reality.

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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.

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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

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How I sneered when they say it's impossible,
and a whisper from my soul came in agreement,
even though my body and soul were subjected,
to excellence and the pursuit of greatness.

If you say the fire is burning on a river,
I must see the ashes.
neglecting the possibility of being superstitious,
I chose to believe without seeing the ashes.

Here comes the rising sun from the west,
defying every law that held its wonderful exhibition
smooching the sky, who is utterly flabbergasted and stupefied.

We are the rising sun from the west,
making the impossible possible,
and our accolades filled with with stunning achievement,
that made the crowns call upon us for wisdom exhibition.

Voice of the street, talk of the town,
news headlines and article topics.
the world couldn't deny our existence,
even if we spent a day on the terrestial ball.

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With eyes closed and heart opened,
We silently say our wishes,
Momentarily, more desires flow in,
Like a stream, it glides the heart of our hearts.

On birth we set out,
Like a hiker at the foot of a mountain,
We wished we magically find our place at the top,
But to get there, climbing is inevitable.

They told us it's a race,
A quest to search the unsearchable,
In the silent wood afar,
Isn't it simple as ABC?

Even if you have nothing to seek,
You must go through the dreadful forest,
With your safety tied to your hands,
Like a bracelet that beautifies you.

Inevitable journey in the woods
Seeking what defines our existence,
What earn us an honour than a minute silence,
And a name than "Late Mr. So So So.

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Wind starts blowing,
Rain starts falling,
Overcoming the drought
That command life out of us.

Days of waiting,
Stylishly crept away,
Light sprung up,
Illuminating our gloomy soul.

Men are waiting,
Eagerly watching
Speculations says it's over,
But we saw an hand of hope.

Like the history of Israel,
"I saw a cloud of rain like hand" he said
After 3½ years of drought,
Yes! It's happening again, hope is rising

Hope is rising,
Men are happy,
Weeping may tarries till night,
Surely joy comes in the morning.

My dear citadel of learning,
Being stuck down by a thunder of inactivity,
With no man to trod upon its land,
Is feeling men are coming around.

Hope is rising,
I'm glad, it's rising.
Thank God, we aren't stuck forever,
Thank God, a glimpse of hope is rising.

#Òtáìbáyòmí

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The grey hairs of the village,

They regard themselves as sage.

With no shoulder pads,

Yet their shoulders is always high.

The 'profs' when it comes to knowledge,

Intoxicated by their acquired wisdom,

Always feeling high and over,

With the thoughts of being uncorrectable.

The youths and kids they trod upon,

"What did they know?" is always their song.

Always on the lookout for disciples to teach,

And not master to learn from.

Unluckily, it's not for them,

Their names are blotted out,

Of the list of salient knowledge beneficiaries,

Yet they care not.

They live with rage, because they are sage,

But the most important knowledge they lose to pride,

To us the youths, it's unveiled to,

But their pride kept them far from us.

To the kids and the humble adults,

Were given the key to mind-blowing treasures,

Maybe the so called sage will repent,

But till then, we control the world.

Òtáìbáyòmí

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In a burning forest,
The lion run, living behind his cubs,
So as the tiger,
This is who I am, selfish and inconsiderate,
Living for I, me, and myself alone.

Called to live for him,
Giving all to live for him alone,
But I see no reason whatsoever,
As though am blessed to live for myself.

That’s my old way of living anyway,
Now I found a value attached to pursue,
Like a merchant who found a pearl,
And sold everything to acquire it,
So am going to give it all to lay hold it.

One thing controls my life,
And that’s the “cause of Christ”,
For this I will live and die,
And will give it all up here on earth,

Days after days, this became my longings,
To give my utmost for his highest,
And that in all my doings,
To acknowledge the highest.

My joy is immeasurable in this,
That am living just for the cause of Christ,
For my living is for Christ,
Just as dying is gain immeasurable.

P.S.: Have you find the value attached to Christ that worth living for? Its better you do and be among the few that find it.

Written by: Abayomi Adeoye
Dedicated to All youth in the Nigerian Baptist Convention

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Darkness loom,

Not even an iota of hope,

Though I'm not aware,

Because am engulfed by my wickedness.

Do I need anything like mercy?

I never thought of such,

But yet he lingered and kept whispering,

"Son, my mercy is available"

Like a young girl whose heart was broken,

He was sad because I kept on refusing him,

But yet he kept on saying,

"Dear son, my mercy is available"

Even though, I made him sad over and over again,

Yet am under his surveillance,

How could I repay your kindness?

Because sacrifice, you do not require.

To the love of my life, I write,

I always will thank you for loving me,

And that you didn't give up on me,

Accept my gratitude.

#òtáìbáyòmí

Abayomi Adeoye

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To the love of my life
To you I gave my heart,
It doesn’t matter where we started,
Or even how we started,
Because back then am worthless,
Even though you loved me before I knew you,
But yet you took me up,
And promised me a greater future,
Hmmm, to the one that love me,
And the one I love,
All I want to say is THANK YOU

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To the love of my life 2

Right from the bottom of my heart,
I wrote this great piece,
Just to express my gratitude.
I take a close look at myself,
How useless and unworthy am I,
Not worthy of entering the palace,
Not to talk of sitting at your right hand.
But yet you said
"Am not done with this boy"
I need to bring him close,
To enjoy the luxury of my father's kingdom.
Things I won't ever dream of,
Now become things am enjoying in real life.
You asked me for nothing,
Only if I choose to believe and to follow,
Only if I won't at the end betray you,
You said you paid all the price of entering your father's palace.
Wow, I enjoyed so great a mercy,
To the love of my life
All I want to say is THANK YOU

P.S. : God's mercy is still calling us, we need nothing that to believe and to follow him. Just acknowledge his sacrifice over your life and start a journey of being a disciple with HIM.

#òtáìbáyòmí
Abayomi Adeoye

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When things wander away,
And men are cast away,
The most painful thing is "they know the way",
They just chose to be led astray.

It is to whom much is given, much will be expected,
Sometimes, it goes beyond what we expected,
But yet, we can't receive beyond what we expected,
Because a man is always what he expected.

We have to work on what we dream of,
So we don't land where we don't dream of,
As for me, not being cast away is what i dream of,
But you, what do you dream of?

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