Poetry

Depressed, are you? Sad, are you not? The year is ending…goals left unachieved but you are not alone Disappointed, are you? Discouraged, are you not another year over… still no job Look

Everyday, I wondered… maybe love wasn’t all they want. But what do they really want? Ibidunni was an angel… He began and she was mine I loved her and I believed she

What do they really want? She asked me But I had no answer… Only many unanswered questions Alagbe said he loved me… she began that I was the sugar in his tea I

They came They took our land…our lives They took our inheritance…our heritage They took our culture…our tradition They took our history…our identity They came They taught us their ways…

I hear you as I walk past I hear the cat calls Sometimes I pretend I do not understand But I do. I hear the ‘baby’… I hear ‘omo ele’ I hear the