It is the summer morn
Everywhere looks bright and glitter
I can hear the sound of the bird
And the crackles of the cricket
The earth is round
The sky is blue in colour
Everywhere is silent
Because the weather is cool and calm
The trees are looking greener
Waving all day and happy
The birds singing, flying from one tree to another
The foundation begins
The house is built
Wall is made to beautify the house
Without it, there will be no place to live
It is made wide and long
For it to be conducive
Anybody can talk anything
Anytime it pleases him
The clearer pictorial thing
To me is that it's Him
I have chosen my course
I have chosen my Faith
Which is never by force
Leave me with my faith
Anybody can speak in tongue
A small creature with feathers
Lived in a little house
Lived in its little nest
Thought the earth was small and round
Made with a gifted voice
And had a good tone of voice
Which on the tree
She sang into my ears
The birds are wonderfully created
With the cloth of many colours
And their funnel pointed mouths
The birds are wonderfully created
And lovely to think about.
(C) Jumoke O. Fagbayi*
ARTWORK- Sheila Brown (Art by the Sea)
*She is a student with Hollab College, Ilorin, Nigeria who reads and writes at her leisure time
His death came unannounced,
As he laid on his back.
The soil on the ground bounced,
As he laid there in the park.
How can he be compared to a sunflower,
When the sun is nowhere near his beauty?
His eyes are so pretty,
That sometimes I think he should take cover.
The land is quiet
Everywhere is still
People are hiding
Behind their closed doors & windows
Eyes half closed, half opened
Afraid to come out
All because of war and conflict
The land is silent in an unusual way
Birds hooting fearfully on the tree
All afraid to fly about
All because of war and conflict
Hunters are sleeping
Behind closed doors
All afraid to embark
On their hunting expedition
All afraid to shoot their guns
All because of war and conflict
The land is quiet
People are praying
For day to break
They believe all will be well
For tomorrow is another day
And they hope they will not be in conflict forever
(C) Aishat O. Yusuf*
ARTWORK- Henry Moore (Pinterest)
*She is a student of Hollab College, Ilorin, Nigeria, who enjoys reading and writing.
Oh welcome to our midst.
A cry of a new born baby,
Welcomed by old hand,
Out of pain to a joyful day.
Growing to know more of the hazardous world,
Knowing good and bad,
Some are taught and others, not.
The new human becoming who we look unto,
Out of a poor house willing to be rich,
The rich may torment.
Self interest is a virus that can kill,
But other's interest brings cure.
Finishing school, searching for job,
Now the job is mine.
Getting married, and bearing children,
Now, i'm a man on my own.
Growing older is a must,
At the age of 60,
One must be ready
For the time may come
By Grace, I was spared,
70, 80, 90, 100, the time has not come.
When will I go back?
At last, I spend half of 40 years more
And go to a lovely home of peace and joy.
The time has come.
(C) Stephen D. D. Samuel*
ARTWORK - Deviantarts (Pinterest)
*He is a student of Hollab College, Ilorin, Nigeria.
If there's nothing to wish away in you,
Then, there's something to pick from you.
Perhaps, something that's not lost
in the whiteness of your teeth,
In the lines of your palm,
In the smoothness of your skin,
In the tan of your colour,
In the strands of your hair.
If there's always something to behold in you,
Then, there's something to hold on to in you.
Perhaps, something that's more than
Your concrete eyes. Something that seizes the sight,
That brings calmness to the humiliating air,
That breathes life to the lifeless darkness,
That wakes potency in the budding sun.
If there's nothing to do away with in you,
Then, you must be the gold that sacks poverty,
You must be the melody in the orchestras' songs,
You must be heartfelt depth of the lyre's lyrics,
You must be the pithiness in poetry.
(C) AbdulHafeez T. Oyewole
ARTWORK- Shadowart-ist (Deviantart)
Oh, Sweet heart!
Oh, Sweet heart!
Covered with streams of blood
-Thinking you have kicked the bucket-
Hoping I will say goodbye
But I never wish to say so
Trying to hear your last word
But all I can hear is the sound
Of wave from the near by sea
What shall I do?
Abandoned in the lonely house
Now I wish I have adorned your presence
Now I have apparent your reason
Of staying with me always
I was astonished when I heard that you're gone
Now I know why you sacrifice it all for me
(c) Stephen D. D. Samuel*
*He is an art student of Hollab College, who likes sketching, writing and reading.
ARTWORK- Mark Calderwood (Tumbir)
The blacks back from war
With the white
With a feeling of defeat
Their youngest with knowledge
Of the white
With their smooth surface
They inscribe the white
Upon the black
Which give them more knowledge
That they are able to understand
The blacks reconciling
With the white
In a broad smile
Welcoming them
As soon as they appear
(C) Rejoice Akinsola*
* She is an art student of Hollob College in Ilorin. A lover of creativity who reads and writes at her free time.
ARTWORK- Kay Nielsen (Pinterest)
