Skip to main content

SANDS OF TIME




By Ola vincent Omotade


"A tragedian's view"

The atmosphere became closed and stuffy.
The sky of FUTMX became dull and leaden.
Drift of clouds in the upper air rushed about helter-skelter
Just the way his body was carried from the 24players football pitch, to the treatment bay and then eternal stay.
His soul wagering, ready to leave The Niger.
His spirit ready to cause Violence because he needed to go.
I perceive the burning of mattresses,
trooping of soldiers to our girls hostel was trespasses.
Oh! right niggas
He died doing what he likes doing best
He was an hero..A display of an heroic.
Yet in futmx were reflective moments,
We wanted Victories of peace outta
We became more ALUTA.
Protest are like flashes of lightning, dazzling,blinding,Brilliant but momentary,
It often leaves a trail of death and Destruction.
Go home for 2weeks, hay it may last for a month, They said.
Then we felt the radiance of the sun and the tender glow of the moon.
We regretted our acts
Some saying oh why do we?
Even as the rest of their days passes off in a blaze of sadness and sorrows
Whenever his family reiterates his birth and death.
Thier is this harbinger of tears and sorrow.
I know you go to a place more Diviner in leisure and pleasure
I know you go to a place more happy than those that lives on land.
I know YOU go to a place fulfills with pulse of diverse splendor
Today, there are spread on the blue surface of the Niger
Bro, your heart is strong, like the Tiger
Like the white hair uplifted from the head, it pains us ur death
We all felt your shade and shadow as it Vamps of the City of MX
Sincerely of a true nature
Olalekan Emmanuel, aka Yeye (Chemistry) 300l Futmx
You left your footprints in the sand of time.
Adieu ! Adieu !! Adieu !!!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ÌGBÀ ÈWE (CHILDHOOD DAYS)

By Teslim Opemipo Let our mothers come like harmattan haze and swear by the sacrality of ògún if the roof lying above their fathers' house has never been stoned by a boy in love to walk them out for an evening talk. Let our fathers come like a windy rain and swear by the simplicity of òsun if the path that leads to the village stream has never danced to serenades sang by their soles in chase of maidens with braids so long. Let the elders come like a mid-year harvest and swear by the tranquility of the moon if they've not once tasted the bliss of childhood fermented with the morals of moonlight tales. In our village, childhood is made of water; kinsmen, remember, water is brewed with life and life is the laughter moulded on our lips when we gambol from rivers to trees and to fields painted in the colours of hopping grasses. Brethren, if you hear an elder saying: growing up kills laughter and joy, do not giggle for they once like us tasted the bliss o...
Post a Comment
Read more

FADING SAPPHIRES

By Ola Vincent Omotade She shouted at me  '' just walk away '' You made my past miserable, you're meant to be forgotten. I tried  to walk gently out of her sight. she then 'whispers'  I hate you ,cheater, devil  she said. Then i knelt down and from my sour mouth,I said "Could me and you with fates conspire,to break this sorry scheme of a thing entire. Cos my glances nowadays are now in glimpse. She looked  at me and replied i give you just five minutes. Then i knew i had to do more of poetry and not planning. So i started this way Clouds and Darkness were round about me. Just like the first time i saw your face. And After your lightning enlightened my world, there was a great race in my heart. The way my heart beats radically still wont Change. so I wept bitterly upon the mountains and upon the Hills and it seems someone is taking me away.. Waters cannot quench our love neither can flood drown it....wait Just mention, e...
Post a Comment
Read more

SALEWA

By Jonathan Oladeji I don’t know how many people have met Salewa before, even if it is not the Salewa I am talking about. What can you say is common about every Salewa? It’s usually their room mates that can testify better. I met Salewa in my 200 level and she told me her name was Sally. I stared at her for hours before managing to pick a seat behind her in the then AUD 2 on the Great Ife campus. Salewa is the typical tall, slim, dark and beautiful (TSDB) girl. I approached with all caution because I wanted to make a good impression. Even though I am not much of a fashionista, I could see her wrist bracelet, earrings and neck-piece were a complete set out of an A-Class boutique. Salewa was not the bend-down select kind of girl. I wanted to break out of that circle too by all means. We talked awkwardly at first, then kicked off with a bit of more fashion related gist as I noticed that was all she wanted to talk about. I actually wanted to talk about drawing boards and painting c...
Post a Comment
Read more