WHO MADE THE RULES? Who Made the Rules? In Nigeria’s vibrant land, Where the sun’s golden rays command, A question rises from the hearts, Of those bound by invisible parts. Who made the rules that dictate our fate? The ones we follow, like prisoners of state. Were they etched in the stars or whispered by gods? Or were they birthed by men, flawed and odds? Did our ancestors carve them in sacred trees, Inscribed with wisdom to set spirits free? Or did the colonizers, with oppressive might, Force upon us their rules, dimming our light? The dance…
Author: Adesida Adetiloye Olamide
In timeless currents of life’s vast stream, A cycle of souls, like a haunting dream, We dance through ages, intertwined, Recycling sins of humankind. Blaming life for wounds we bear, Oligarchy’s rule, unjust and unfair, They milk the masses, their greed prevails, Passing oppression through ancestral trails. Generations come, a chance to break free, From the chains of a scripted destiny, Yet echoes of power, like whispers in air, Persistently bind us, a burden we share. Each era’s birth, a hope reborn, Yet struggles persist, hope’s seeds torn, But listen closely, let truth unfurl, For change resides…
In the realm of power, where fortunes amass, Greed’s insatiable hunger devours like glass. We chase golden dreams, health be damned and droll, Blinded by wealth’s allure, body and soul. Coveting treasures, stacking coins ’til we drown, But in pursuit of riches, our humanity’s down. For the measure of wealth is not in gold’s gleam, But in hearts that cherish love’s eternal stream. Poetic devices used: Metaphor, Assonance, Imagery IG: @adesida_adetiloye
In shadows cast by greed’s cruel reign, Where masses toil, their spirits strained, A nation suffers, burdened and oppressed, By leaders corrupted, hearts bereft. Oh, how they speak of justice and right, While their pockets grow heavy, filled with spite, Promises whispered, like sweet lullabies, But illusions shattered, as truth belies. The masses, burdened with heavy loads, Bear the weight of corruption’s abode, They pay their taxes, each hard-earned cent, But what they receive is scant and spent. Silent whispers echo, voices confined, By the chains of oppression, cruel and unkind, Fear grips their tongues, mutes their…
Breathe in deep, let it fill your soul This herb that’s long been known to console Its leaves and buds, a calming sight Bringing peace and pleasure into the night With each puff or bite, its effects are felt A sensation of calm, a mind that melts Stress and worries fade away Leaving room for a more peaceful day For some, it’s a way to ease the pain Of ailments that make life a strain For others, a creative spark That ignites their passions after dark But whether smoked or eaten with glee This plant has benefits,…
In the heart of every faithful one, The love of God burns like the sun, For Islam and Christianity, Serve the same God with humility. We may call Him by different names, But in truth, He is one and the same, And those who seek to incite hate, Do so for selfish gain, and it’s not too late, To choose love over division, And to end this misguided decision. Let us remember that before our beliefs, We are all humans, in need of relief, From the trials and tribulations of life, And it’s love that can ease our…
In the land where the sun rises, Where dreams are born and hopes surprise, The people went to cast their votes with anticipation, To exercise their right in a free nation. But the ballot, a mere box to hold their voice, Became a battlefield, a vile and brutal choice, As thugs and hoodlums unleashed their might, Intimidating voters with violence and fright. The promise of fair play, a mere mirage, A cliché that became a sorrowful adage, The electoral body, once held in high esteem, Failed to deliver the democracy it was deemed. Billions…
-BROKEN- A Short Story By Adesida Adetiloye Olamide. Walking away on a very sunny afternoon, I could only feel the heat emitting from deep inside me than the one from the scorching sun, my eyes were teary. Suddenly, I heard the honking of a car- it was thunderous, I was so scared that it felt like I was resuscitated as I was lost in thought. The car parked beside me, and he honked at me once more, I looked at the man sitting in the driver’s seat as he made a gesture towards…
How you got to know I don’t know, But I know that you know that which my heart feels, That we may be just artificial, Held by fragile atomic lattices, That nothing, absolutely nothing lasts forever. How you might have discovered I don’t know, That which you chose to believe, That we may be just pencils in the hand of love, Or maybe, that love, our love itself is emphemoral and temporal, That it gets activated and reactivated by materialism. How you chose to know I don’t know, That either nothing is mutual, Or that nothing is mutually…
