She didn’t take a walk

Because society will talk

Now it’s cool to walk away

But after now everything stays the same

Keeping up appearances 

With less utterances

The cover up for a Narcissist 

but why not, else she’s labeled Egotistic

What will the church say?

I can’t keep this abuse at bay

How would society see me?

The stigma would never free me.

I’m gonna sit right here and take the blow

Cos going would cost me so much, I would never grow.

My ministry would decline

Though my mind already reclined 

But how I do I flip this page

I live daily in cage

My soul is enraged

My body’s enslaved

I call a sister on the church yellow page

She says stay, you just have to manage 

The church tells me to ‘hush’

but it’s not them whose being crushed

I’m losing my mind

They say cast and bind

Pastor says stay, it’s for better, for worse

I’m beaten black and blue without remorse

Nobody must know this,

Raise ur head, smile and never hiss

Look at your children, you can’t leave them behind

My will is bedridden, though I said I do, but I wanna rewind.

Or I had rather not 

I would just die in this rot

Written by Adebola Adedugba,

April, 2022. In loving memory of Osinachi

RIP Osinachi

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The script is mine

Crude or refined

Refuse to be defined

Tamed, hushed or confined

To norms that cast a spell

To conform I totally dispel

Bleeding but living for the culture

Phoney but showing grand gesture

Submerged, hypnotized and brutalized

Emerged, recognized and immortalized

Adebola Adedugba © 23rd, June, 2020

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You are unique

Be you, no clique

Pure and awesome

Even though lonesome

Trade not your core

For human acceptance and more

Dive deep to your depth

Conquer your length and breadth

Stand tall in your stride

Stall not, refuse a bully ride

The beauty of individuality

Amidst photocopied diversity

Societal unilateralism and lopsidedness

Human multilateralism and doggedness

Adebola Adedugba, 25/2/19

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The Cook

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The gas, the stove or wood
The food in pot to cook
By cook unskilled so crook
Too much of salt she took
With spoon she took from its hook
She stirred and stirred the food
To taste unto her hand she scoop
Thereafter wore a sorry look
Untasty the food, Oh! not good
All the same she served her groom
Surprised he ate in total bloom
She ran and said at a nook
I promise everyday I shall cook
and perfect my errors with food

 ( Adebola Adedugba, 2009)

 

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An unrequited love
That swore more than words
Promissory notes and empty jars
Instead was chose

An Iconoclast for eccentric
The former adored, the latter an Idol
Embracing flinching countenance
and despising chivalry

Broken lines in mystic white noise
Silver tears for deferred golden years
Inferred, implied and surmised
Revered, complied and despised

What’s the depth of human preference
In view of triviality and tangibility
Swaying headlessly to fickleness
Choosing rubble over rubies

Adebola Adedugba, 26th Oct, 2016

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Posthumous birthday

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Today I could have called you but
You took my voice and leave me blue,
I could have sent you a text saying
Happy birthday but your death leaves me numb and vexed
The purity of your laughter,
Our girly gist and flutter
Your dreams and ambitions
Life’s stream and impositions
Today am a poet with no word
Your posthumous birthday leaves me void.

Dedicated to late Gift Momodu Oribioye
Passed on June, 2016.D.O.B 13th Oct.
                                       

 

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Finding the way back

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Finding the way back
After wandering off
Show me the track
Before I got so rough
On a heart turning bad
Nurture to mildness like a lad

Life without you is empty
Full of worry and struggle
Even though goals maybe plenty
Without your leading it’s all rubble

I don’t want the old self
Of logic and reason
Wash me Lord afresh
For your spirit’s leading and nudging
Take me back to pray and wait
Not panic and wail

Even when I fail you
I know you love me
Create in me you
To always remain in thee

When the storm rises high
Let me sit with you very nigh
Always let my heart
Be where thou art.
(Adebola Adedugba, 19th April, 2015)

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Searching for more

Searching for more
Over the cloud of content
Launching deeper
Beyond comfort zones
The magic of words
Spoken or written
The mystery of influence
Great or little
The beauty of individuality
In compelling conformity

Searching for more
Above the line
Lonely paths of introspection
Birthing novelty
Living in deep synchronization
Beneath the facade
Calling forth what’s within

Searching for more
An authentic connection
Devoid of affectation
A plunge into new possibilities
Letting go of familiar territories
The core of humanity
And the essence of divinity

Searching for more
The paradigm of shift
From ordinary to phenomenal
Intangible to tangible
Juvenile reasoning to adult discerning
Running with the voice inside
And not the noise outside
(Adebola Adedugba, 25th March, 2015)

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Show me a man that has not the fear of God

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Show me a man that has not the fear of God
He is a friend to you in secret
but denies you in the open
Complains to everyone about you
and complains about everyone to you
His tongue is unguarded
Speaks at first thought
and utters words he ought not
He is like a bone in the throat
and a stench in the air

Show me a man that has not the fear of God
He is intoxicated with power
and acts with impunity
He lives for today and forgets tomorrow
He derives his essence from mere men
and delights in creating war among friends
He is like a boil on the buttocks
and a pain in the leg

Show me a man that has not the fear of God
He smiles at you to your face
but murders you in his heart
He is carefree and careless
in words, behaviour and delicate issues
He gives in little and nothing
but expects all and everything
He is like a thorn in the flesh
and stiffness in the neck

Show me a man that has not the fear of God
He is happy at another man’s downfall
Delighted at the ridicle of his neighbour
He longs to reap what he did not sow
And deceitfully exchange what he had reaped
His mouth is filled with lies and flies
He says one thing but means another
He is like the waves of the ocean
Unstable at all times neither here nor there

Show me a man that has not the fear of God
He has little regard for humanity
As he grows in position and power
He  grows in misdemeanour and exuberance
There is no caution and check within him
He is consumed by the glamour of the present
and thinks less of the past or the arrival of the future
He robs people of their esteem inorder to be esteemed
He plays to the gallery looking for cheap popularity
He bribes his way through and gets bribed to give way
He is like the taste of gall bladder in a meal
and a foul smell in the air

Show me a man that has not the fear of God
He is consumed by envy and possessed by jealousy
He plots against another man
He incites, falsifies and bears false witness
He is unjust and delights to see the innocent punished
He is intimidated by excellence and basks in mediocrity
His judgement is perverted always far from the truth
He is like a crack in the wall and a decay in the tooth

Show me a man that has not the fear of God
He refuses the counsel of the Godly and sticks to his gun
He acts on every impulse and never thinks twice
He schemes and executes the doom of another man
His evil doings pile up before him like a heap of dirt
His day of judgement draws close
like a sunset before his last night

(Copyright, Adebola Adedugba 17th Feb, 2014)

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