I have stopped celebrating February 14th

I have stopped celebrating February 14^th

I open my eyes and I see

I see so much colours of red

Red and white is the colour

The colour showing the craze

The shops and boutique are smiling

The fast-food and eateries are smiling

The cinemas and hotels are also smiling

All these places are smiling to the bank

I said earlier that I see red garment

Mostly of females both young and old

They are the most excited of the day

Ironically they are the major victims of the day

Look at what I see as I open my eyes

I see Love weeping with great pains

Tears of blood running down love’s face

For loves’ great abuse on February 14^th

February 14^th many girls lose their virginity

Others ended up been victims of rape

Many more were compelled to give sex willingly

As a price for all what the guys gave to them

Look and tell me who’s deceiving who

John has four ladies he all call them lovers

His babe Jane also has three of John she’s dating

All take turns to celebrate February 14^th

What are we celebrating

Is it love, lust or a game

If we truly love each other

Everyday should be February 14^th

Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). February, 2013

Let’s talk about Love

Let’s talk about Love

Please pardon me if I sound less poetic

My heart holds the pen on these lines

Think, talking and writing about a mystery

A mystery I am living but still unveiling

A feeling many write about in fairytales

But many times they never lived their fairytales

That why many believe love only exists in tales

From my little experience I’ll give these details

Out of a crowd your heart pant for one

Out of a multitude your heart beats for one

Even time is not an essence round that someone

It is as if you should capture time for that someone

Love is what is share between two

It is not just what one feels for the other

Love is somebody when somebody loves you back

Its commitment backed with responsibility to each other

When you truly love you will give unconditionally

You will give your time and resources uncompromisingly 

The giving will be two-ways flow and done consciously

Forgiveness is the greatest gift of love that can be given

When two lovers look into each other’s eyes

They see a world of possibilities and happiness

They picture a future that only they understand

They give each other a reason and someone to live for

Love looks beyond the seen to the unseen

Love action is based on the future gratuities

Love is kind and patience, respecting the other

Love is a mystery, all I have said and much more

Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). February, 2013

4 ENBLISS Inc.

I don’t want to be a MAN

I grew up hearing always that men rule the world

Everywhere I turned I heard that it’s a man’s world

I could remember vividly the teachings and words

Lessons on how to be a man my father’s words

Days grew into month time the voyager

Months into years and years into decades

The days I was told how to live are now past

Now in the years of self-decision the age of manship

I don’t want to be a MAN

I hear other men say that I am crazy

I just don’t want to always be in control

Always doing the talking never listening

I don’t want to be a MAN

In the name of the pride of a man

I love something so much but let it go

I feeling empty but comfort myself with pride

I don’t want to be a MAN

Where my loyalty is more to others

Loyalty to me, friends and collages

With so little to my family to be called an achiever

I don’t want to be a MAN

To be loved less by my children

Because I spend less time them

I grew up learning that it’s is a woman’s job

I don’t want to be a MAN

When I get so emotional and need to cry

But look at the face of all the men around me

Their steers are shouting at me that men don’t cry

I don’t want to be a MAN

I want to be a REAL MAN

So when I travel to land without time

Men and women will say was a REAL MAN

Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). January, 2012

LETTER FROM ABRAHAM LINCOLN TO HIS SON’S TEACHER

He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are true. But for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader.

Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend.

Teach him that a dollar earned is far more value than five dollars found.

Teach him to learn to lose and also to enjoy winning.

Steer him away from envy, if you can.

Teach him the secret of quiet laughter.

Teacher him the wonder of books; but also give quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on a green hillside.

In school, teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat.

Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him they were wrong.

Teach him to be gentle with gentle people, and though with though people.

Try to give him the strength no to follow the crowd when everyone is getting to the band wagon.

Teach him to listen to all men, but teach him also to filter all and take on a screen of truth and take only the good that comes through.

Teach him to laugh when he is sad.

Teach him there is no shame in tears.

Teach him to close his ears to howling mob; and to stand and fifth if he thinks he’s right.

Teach him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only they test of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage to be impatient, let have the patience to be brave.

Teach him always to have sublime faith in his creator and faith in himself too, because then will always have faith in mankind.

This is a big order, but please see what you can do.

He is such a fine little fellow, my son:

Abraham Lincoln

STANDING BY THE GRAVE SITE

STANDING BY THE GRAVE SITE

It has been over thirteen years now

I couldn’t resist the obligation then

A son been obligation to be there

Dust to dust for a man I looked up to

Last week I was again obligated

To strand beside a friend in grief

Earth to earth to a brother so loved

The song of weeping filled the air

Standing by the grave site

Once again am faced with reality

A reality I live with but not by

Soldiers we have lost along the way

Very soon I’ll come visit you in at school

Was the last word he said to me

But never kept those word to me

Much later I was called to cast earth on him

Timothy was yet another good soldier

He never looked like he was go early

He always planned to travel abroad

But a place broader took hold of him

Tell Kikelomo that I still don’t understand

You gave everything to be one of the best

The best my department produced in 2004

Died a day after you collected your result

I was the last to see Banjo that night

He came by the office to get his sweater

On that cold night but never returned

My heart bled so much when I was told

Reminiscing, tears in my eyes and my heart

As I write these lines without poetic mastery

The list goes on but at this point says no more

Rest in peace Dubeim Sunre O!

Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). January, 2012