Seasons

Christmas and Easter,
New Year and Half year,
Celebrations and Merriments,
Resolutions and Decisions,
Times and Chances,
Periods of repentance,
Moments of regret,
Fits of vengeance,
Seasons of life,
Numerous as the sand,
Habiting the seashore.

But lately I've discovered,
That seasons matter less,
When you have a mind,
That is set for a change,
It really wouldn't matter,
What time it is,
Decisions can be made,
Mid-day or -night,
Seasons saved in the heart,
Rather than those of the earth.

"Lick your boot? No way!"

I couldn't do it for the whole world,
Honestly, I wouldn't!
Stoop beyond the limit of my pride,
My self esteem put on the line,
My confidence exchanged for favours,
Lick your boot? No way!

That seems the order of the day,
Boot lickers, ass kissers,
Better do it, else get the boots,
Insurance insured in the dirts on a boot,
The dirtier, hmmn the better,
"Lick your boot? No way!"

Excellence is a thing of the past,
Merit, archaic and so mundane,
All you need is access to the boots,
And a tongue as long as the dog's,
Those are the keys to open the door,
To the seats of power and influence,
Exchange your creativity for a pot of porridge,
"Lick your boot? No way!"

I'd rather be kicked by the boot,
Than bend to lick a speck of the dust,
I'd rather be tagged as obstinate and rigid,
Than bend my morals and principles of life,
More important to me than crumbs so mere,
Are my self-esteem and -worth,
But "Lick your boot? No way!"

Love in the midst of stress?

It’s been on my mind for a long while now,
The situation existing in many families one too many,
Fathers and mothers full time workers,
In a country as stressful as our own.

Wake up before the sun is up,
Come back after the sun is down,
More like a vampire avoiding solar rays,
Nocturnal beings, so unnaturally turned.

Sex on phone, romance by mail,
Cyber-orgy, rampant like wild fire,
If amongst the wayward, it would be reasonable,
But legally married?! God save Nigeria!

But who is to blame for the union so loose?
No time for play, all time for work,
Hurried lovemaking, romance microwaved,
Posted promises, affection by DHL;
“Mummy where’s Daddy”,
“He’s out making money for us”
“Daddy where’s Mummy”,
“She had a meeting to attend”.

Gradual disintegration, defined as doggedness,
Progressive straying euphemized as diligence,
Love long lost, disguised as busi-ness;
Minds cracked severally, “he’s just being transformed”

Wake up from sleep, prioritize your life,
6 feet beneath, that’s what life is,
Beyond love and affection, life is tasteless,
Just like rubber, sticky and stretchy,
But the aftertaste, not too good in the mouth.

Take time to play, laugh and be stupid,
Roll with her on the grass,
Swim together again,
A pat at the backside every now and then,
Notes on the pillow, flowers on the bed,
Gifts in her bag, kisses while he’s sleeping
Times spent together, fresh in the memory.

In the midst of all the chaos, never you forget,
Our most precious gifts in life,
Lies not in our riches,
Better than rubies are the people who love us.

A new world

I got here thinking, "What goes on here".
I came in stealthily, cautiously, silently,
A world of possibilities?
An arena to bare the mind?
A place of deep thoughts?
Whichever one it is,
I have this assurance within me,
This is a great place to be,
I like it here,
So I say to myself,
"WELCOME on BOARD!"