Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER...

There will never be another to hold my hands and walk with me through the dark ditches,
There will never be another to kiss away my tears, while I'm wallowing in my well of woes,
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LOSS OF LOVE...

With strifes in their hearts and heads, they took up arms like plunderers,
They are ready to loot the last hope from our hearts and minds like smugglers,
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I WILL TRY AGAIN...

I will try again with an air of confidence,
The confidence I lost during my fatal fall,
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They Ask Me Why...

They ask me why I constantly recoil to my shell leaving behind a timorous trail,
They ask me whether love was a foe, an enemy I would never again forgive,
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THIS MOMENT...

I don't want this moment to pass us by,
I just want to to get lost in your starry eyes,
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SINCE YOU'VE LEFT


Since you've left, I've been standing at the entrance of your heart, stiff as a palm tree.
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LOYALTY

LOYALTY is the watchword inscribed on the walls of our hearts so we don't neglect it,
We will watch our worlds with the torch of the heaven, streaming with sparkling stars,
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ALLOW ME...

Allow me to hold your hand stiffened and stained with sores;
Allow me to lavish your love-starved heart with my love tales;
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OUR FATHER'S LAND

On our father's land, we will serve with joy in our hearts while the land is rusty with dearth.
We will sow on our father's land the seeds of labour, with honesty jingling in our hearts.
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AMAKA DISAPPOINT ME....

AMAKA served me BREAKFAST in bed, she served me a cup of commotion.
She is the thunder that struck twice while the rain was running around in ecstasy.
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STUCK
I'm stuck between the walls of weakness and shades of stress,
Stress served me breakfast in bed, she made me a mug of fear,
I eat from the stew of struggles, my heart a home for weariness,
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LOVE, IS THAT YOU?

I remained in the figment of my imagination,
Holding in my hand, a brush to paint.
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BECAUSE I LOVE YOU...

Because I love you, you brush me aside like I'm nothing but a dusty speck on your dress.
You watch my lips move endlessly and you make no move to listen to the words I say.
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HEY! AFRICAN CHILD!

Hey! African Child, who said you can't bring down the mighty moon to its knees?
Who said you can't stare at the sun in the face with so much strength it will shrink?
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HYPOCRITE...

Your right hand knows what your left hand does everytime.
You feasts on their blood just to be fleshy and big like a pig.
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SHOULD I BE SCARED OF HAPPINESS?

Happiness seems surreal, as if she is from another world,
Should I be scared to paint on my face all my emotions?
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THE HARVEST

The earth will open up her mouth to receive our offering of sweats and struggles.
We dig up clumps of earth with our hands, to grow seeds to feed our hungry mouths.
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LIFE IS TOO SHORT...

Life is too short to be stranded in seas and shades of sorrows, strifes, and sufferings.
Life is too short to be down in the mouth all the days, weeks and months of the year.
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DANCING IN THE RAIN

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She came in like the whirlwind and swept me off my shaky feet;
She paddled on her troubled serene sea, on her boat of betrayals;
She sang till the sky opened her window and washed her whole;
She weaved lyrical lines into the wind and I cease to exist with love;
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