Contestimony Poem by David Olusanya

In recent times, I was lost
amidst the usual human gust.
I was bullied by the tide
that I had to flee and hide.
I was frail and so afraid
and was shy to call for aid.
I was beaten to the ground
and I wished death was around.
I held my pride in high esteem
and was cooked by sorrow's steam.
I was hit to the marrow,
hating to see a tomorrow.
Life was cruel and so bitter
like a witch- baby seater.

Then in my groaning, I met with Hope.
She kissed my lips and made me cope.
She treated me with her divine abilities,
not holding back her sexual amenities.
Hope gave me light and strength again,
she replaced with peace, all of my pains.
She walked me down the isle of pleasure
and teased: 'sometimes pain is a leisure'.
She tore my face into pieces of laughters
and ever since, life has been better.

Yet in all, I learnt rich facts-
sacred memorial life extracts:
when life is all funds and no broke,
it is a sad and dreadful joke.
When without night, life is all stars,
it is an omen of brutal scars.
Life is an algorithm of rags and gowns
and the calculus of ups and downs.
Life is a literature of freedom
and a cinema to heal boredom.
When life is all rains without a gutter,
it is a sad pleasure of disaster.

David O. Olusanya