Death

To The Faceless Woman

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The day ends in a few tick-tocks

Proletariat’s period of relief

Couple of days off the routines

She must have had the smile on her face

This I know ‘cuz I had it too

Beaming, packing… beaming again

Whistling all songs and no song

The weekend is here!

 

Keep calm little mini-me, Jane

Momma is coming home

We can have our girl-time soon

 

Hold on hubby

A weather to ― ahem…

Hold the thought till I’m home, try!

 

The weekend is here Màámi

Your jokes and drama I really miss

We’ll chat and laugh like old times

 

Life and the many roles we play

 

But Momma never came

Wife lost the warmth

Daughter never showed up

 

All along was the hood-man

Lurking with a scythe and a cold mien

Trailing the wheels till the very end

A clash, a fall and a thud

A smashing sound and the gory scene

Altered feature of a once beautiful face

Abrupt end to plans and aspirations

Dreams and whims doomed to fizzle

A painful and rushed exit

 

I hope she finds home

I wish she had what it takes

To rest and have peace

Sleep on

Sleep well

Dedicated to a faceless woman who lost her life in a motorcycle accident.

photo credit: google images

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Quick Scribble: Appreciation

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Many times we grumble and trail the path of depondency when it’s time to show our gratitudes to the most gracious One.

“Why should I?”, we silently ask from within.

“He claims to love me as my creator and father, yet He neglects me in almost everything that matters. I am still jobless and broke; I am not as smart as my peers despite my efforts; I am still a failure in all my endeavours; I am still without child despite my prayers and faithfulness; I am still this-, He has failed me in that. . .”

And while we complain, we wield our devices even though they’re not as smart as we wanted; scroll endlessly amidst our wandering thoughts, and then stumble upon words. Deep words that say it all.

“RIP dear brother. You gave no clue you’re leaving soon.”

“I can’t believe you’re gone pal. You have the best heart. This isn’t fair! Rest in peace.”

“We lost a gem. A rare gem! Sleep on Sister.”

Touching grieve laden words upon the passing of dear friends, employed and rich individuals, smart minds, epitomes of success, quintessences of fruitfulness, wonderful people who were this- and had not been failed in that. . .

And right at that moment, we understand the deep meaning of every happy birthday; the value of every breath; the significance of every heart beat. The greatest thing of all that ranks highest perpetually.

Life. Being alive.

Yes we may not have all we desire and deserve (yet), what about the ones we have but do not deserve?

What about life?

The one thing that holds us in place, ministering hope and whispering songs of a better tomorrow.

He who starves today but alive may feast on games greater than elephants tomorrow.

A crash piece inspired by a random facebook post of a grieving heart.
Commiseration to all who lost a gem.

Happy Birthday To Celebrants
May Your Days Be Long;
In Good Health And Prosperity
Señor Joe Loves You TamTam

Brotherwound

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For years we’ve been as one
As five and six through thick and thin
My real brother from a different mother
Right until he sought another
A quest to be influential and powerful
Everyone wants this he argued
Doesn’t matter how you get it
The end justifies the means

True he got all he wanted:
Immunity to oppression
Shapely girls in all magnificence
Carousing cum jollity at the crest
This is the life!
I envied him at some points
But the voice of Ma echoed in my ear
Remember the son of whom you are

Six goes home today
En route to another place solo
The sky weeping its heart out
I’m doing the same myself
A boom from a barrel took the head off
Inter-fraternity clash victim they tagged
Eventuality was instant
The means ran over the end

• • •

What is the point in a brotherhood that wounds and gives pseudo-status? What is immunity to oppression if you can’t sleep with both eyes well closed?

Self-oppression!

Imagine the grieve, devastation and disappointment loved ones would go through; the deterioration of character, and the deleterious impacts on a potential great life.

Would you rather jeopardize the future to service the present? Tomorrow starts from today.

SAY NO TO CULTISM!!!

Live a good life. You deserve it.

I am @jossef69 on twitter.

Adewoyin Joseph A.
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