Owoeye Taiwo Bisola Poems

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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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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