Freestyle Tuesday – Poetry

Looking back from where I’ve been

I know where I want to be

It would appear progress isn’t as I hoped it

But when I look at five minutes ago,

I know there was something there I wouldn’t do again

Something there I wouldn’t try again

Something there I wanna take away

Something there I’m going to remember forever

For what good is remembering only the good things

If we cannot reminisce the bad to equip us unto where we want to be?

So I move five steps forward and one step back.

That’s ok, right?

Is this what it is called to self-examine?

Because I keep coming back to the spot where I left you. … More Freestyle Tuesday – Poetry

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The song in my heart

Listen

To the song here in my heart
A melody I started
But I will complete
Now I’m done believing you
You don’t know what I’m feeling
I’m more than what you’ve made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now I’ve got to find my own
My own. … More The song in my heart

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 Part 18: Ilo ya Onibode

“Omololu”, she called gently. “Omololu, Mummy is here. Open your eyes Baby. I’m here. Everything will be fine”, she said, as her voice trembled so did her hands as she struggled to lift him to herself. “Omololu –“

“Mummy”, I cried as I tried to pull her away from him.

“Call your brother”, she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “He will surely hear you. Call him. Tell him to open his eyes”, she said as the sobs let loose uncontrollably. … More  Part 18: Ilo ya Onibode

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Part 17: Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún

The phone dropped suddenly from my hand.

“What did he say?” Mom looked at me, eyes wide open and filled with horror. I said nothing. “Omolade, what did the person say?” I said nothing. “Hello, hello”, Mother picked up the phone and spoke repeatedly into it but Dan had hung up.

I held my hands together to my ears and screamed. … More Part 17: Ẹ̀jìrẹ́ ará ìṣokún

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Part 16: The battle line

He picked up a stone from the shores of the lagoon. He weighed in a while before he tossed it angrily out to the water. “Then I must damn the consequences. I’ll do anything for my sister.”

“Do what you have to do. You leave me with no choice”, Don said sternly.

Omololu starred into those hard bloody eyes for a minute or so before he walked away from him. And that was the beginning of the end of us. The battle line is drawn. … More Part 16: The battle line

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Part 15: Quitters never give up

I met two Americans at the club the other night with Tolani and Funmi. It obviously didn’t go down well with Tolani that Funmi and I chose to leave with the guys. Tolani didn’t have a choice. She had to come with us but she was careful not to sleep at all so that no one would invade her privacy. All of the brief excitement I had with Peter wouldn’t let me be normal again. It was the beginning of something beautiful that Dan wouldn’t indulge. The more alcohol I had, the more I wanted sex, and Funmi knew just where to get it as often and random as the urge demands. By the time I was having this conversation with my brother again, I lost count of how many random men I had been with. It was even more fun that I didn’t need their money and for that reason, they wanted me to stick around more than I wanted to. Tolani didn’t like it. I suspected she told Omololu about it.

“You would do anything?” I asked, raising a brow so mischievously.

“Just name it,” he insisted.

“Quit The Brotherhood.” … More Part 15: Quitters never give up

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