LEGACY

“The beginning begins only to end the end.”

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John -2018

WHY DO YOU CALL ON ME?

Why do you call on me?

Do the embers of love pester thee?

Drawing you as the moth to a flame. 

Do the hands of guilt clutch tightly to your soul?

Rendering you paralysed as the leaves to the winds might.

Do the needs of your mind hold thy heart to ransom?

As the heedless calf to the hunters trap.

Do the hymns of Lucifer direct you to me?

That you may bind my arms with thongs of anguish.

Do the gleaming lights of my life blind you?

That you set open your reservoir of hatred upon me.

Do the soothing tunes of my voice deafen you?

That you station the torch of pain to my tongue.

I call on thee for thy lover hath taken Ill,

and she breathes her last breath as we speak.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2018

OLUWATISE

When the year opened its arms to us,

faces wore smiles with good cause.

A robe of gladness we now adorn,

for a beautiful babe has just been born.

And she was called Oluwatise,

for God had elegantly crafted her like clay.

Undying love and support; we offer as our frankincense and myrrh,

a million gifts abound, whichever of which she may prefer. 

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2018

INHIBITION

That I may ignite her member,

till it aches for the patriotic mast.

For she was not the ripest fruit in Eden,

but my flesh shall plough her fertile fields.

And she would yell out to the gods,

In a deep heated ecstasy.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2018

WHY IS IT SO HARD?

Why is it so hard?

Why does love evade me so?

Why do their eyes rise but fail to set upon my face?

Why do I exist to not exist?

My heart hangs beaten and scarred,

and my eyes have lost their once salient glow.

I am lost in this ever lonely place,

but soon my hands shall keep their sinful tryst. 

My chambers remain icy cold,

for here sadness forbids the sun’s rays to show. 

Through the forest of memories I subconsciously trace,

yet all I see are faces shrouded in mist. 

I often long for the warmth of another,

but sometimes trying could be a bother.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017

THE OLD TOADS HAVE REFUSED TO CROAK

The sky inhales the billowing smoke;

the earth forcefully spews blood and guts.

The sea lodges lifeless visitors;

the society is run by beer bellied ghouls.

A cloud of unease overwhelms me,

as I assess the position of the country.

Promises of accountability and fortune flood my mind,

as the aborted foetuses of such pledges eyeball me.

The good roads of which they industriously yodel;

contain more blood than they do tar. 

Funds for the already waning educational sector;

manifests itself in the glistening exterior of a ferrari.

Round the clock power that should revive our bulbs;

gives way for the dancing flame of the candlestick.

The ultra-modern medical facilities of tomorrow;

are ultra-forgotten since yesterday.

This calls to mind the chants of being leaders of tomorrow;

a baton of hope passed from a generation to the other.

These tomorrow's have set for today to rise,

but the smog clears to reveal the wilful lords of yore.

Time has failed to usher in the young folk;

for the old toads have refused to croak.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017

CHOLERIC

In my time of calm

there is a great green unrest

I wish could kill me. 

Aanuoluwapo John Adesina- 2017