SAGE THROUGH POVERTY

By Ola Vincent Omotade

Poverty has been extolled by poets, advised by philosophers and prescribed by saints..experiencially I am going to lend my voice to a poetry tagged "POVERTY"

Yes he is poverty,
in retrospect he is a wide oases of sadness in the desert of drudgery, a smile in the evil forest of riches where wealth cry on those who have them.

He does not know what to do, he does not even know who to talk to, do you know even all social conditions are against him?
He win less and lose more.

he loses human dignity and self respect
he borrows and begs, even he steals out of frustration, he is naked he has no clothings all day, he lives a life of wants.

He wants food, just as you and I, he wants clothes, he sees fair ladies, and admire them from afar, he wants money and a ride with fancy cars.

He wants to send his kids to good schools, so they. Can become somebody, he wants them to grow up healthy and young, he wants shelter against the inclemencies of weather,he wants medical help in times of sickness and disease.

His brain is twisted, all he tries to do is self justifications, he losses emotional battles, he has no friends, he eats bad foods but tries to be happy in his own way.. He lives a life of I want yet claim is condition is cool forgetting its only a self deluded fool, that sees such life of want as a blessing.

Comments

FEBRUARY 27

By Ola Vincent Omotade Aderonke will be my only poem that never ends, For a good woman is but a poem. A genuine poem that comes in blue moon. You are a jewel of purest gold, The smile that never grows old. You are the beauty of the sunset sky, The intricate twinkle of a happy star. You are the keeper of an unborn life, A champion, heroine, a candlelight . You are a budding shoot, evergreen, a colourful sweetness. Your laughter is like the whirlwind of the spirit, it keeps resounding in the valleys and hills of life and motions. Encircling the hearts of men with magical notions. So now the night of January is past and the day of February is broken Today speaks of this calmness, this brightness,the one you brought. Today carries messages of heavy words, Words that are pregnant with beauty for you. And with my golden mouth and pen, I wish to celebrate your existence. What joy of a fuller and freer life, have I got if onl...

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...

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...

Bliss resort

Search This Blog