Morenike

Let me call your Name

Morenike! Let me use it as a song

For true love have no wrong

It’s always there wherever you turn

 

I will shout your Name

Morenike! You are a balm to heart’s pains

Bringing joy non-stop like season rain

You bring more hope filled in a train

 

My heart will keep mentioning your Name

Morenike! I found you in a land

A land many called an empty land

But found you when I dogged dip with my hand

 

My friends are calling your Name

Morenike! They all say am lucky

Pslam 31 woman who will takeaway worry

Bringing peace of mind in a lorry

 

I have found a real treasure

I will call you my Morenike

Listen O ye trees mo ti ri eni ti mo le ke

Rejoice with me I found eni ti mo le ke

 

Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). November, 2012

 

Abaramoreje

Abaramoreje

The cosmos was made and it was good

A master piece of creativity personified

To immortals it was given as custodians

Freedom was given and choice was currency

Am confused as I write these lines

The thought of a snail destroying its shell

Such was the case of these terrestrial beings

Little by little the shell is crumbling

Unto us cosmos was given as stewards

We began to device ways for better living

On this voyage we are destroying the tower

Tower that has been our protective cage

I look and see a massive abuse

Because she’s not vocal they continued

With tears rolling down her eyes

The pains like a woman in labor

You take from her never given back

You labour her yet choose to starve her

She opens her arms with no reservations

Yet these arms you inflict injuries and hurts

Push to the wall with no more space

Now the silent is now speaking

Now faced by her wrath we are confused

Thousands dies at her every enunciation

Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). November, 2012

She was sixteen

She was sixteen

The teenage years started

Physical expression runway started

The baby’s treasure becomes pronounced

I look around and see stares paraded

 

What is it about you

Everyone is talking about you

Is that all these applicants see a treasure

Or they see another victim for pleasure

 

Wisdom called on the street

Shouting with passion from his tree

The words of the elders you ignored

Now by all of them you have been abandoned

 

You are now thirty six years old

Now all the men say you are too old

Each time you look at your face

You weep because the beauty has fade

 

Remember when you were sixteen

A good home was part of your dream

Now everything has changed

 Begging for any husband to be named

 

 She used to be sixteen

 

 

Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). October, 2012