Skip to main content

I WILL BE FAITHFUL TO YOU





The earth has always been dark and that darkness is now  going blind.
As we now flip sides faster than a gambler's coin,
What can I promise now, that have not been doomed  to fail?
For my dreams can fill eternity but my life is only one.
So look into my eyes and contain the streams.

Truth and lies now wear the same haircut so where on earth do I Start?
For the sky used to be up and black used to be dark,
 but  we are no longer sure.

But in this civil war of uncertainty, there's a promise I dare to give.
I will be faithful to you.
We Cannot run in the rain and not get wet.
And here I'm promising you warmth at the height of winter,
But this is a promise you can be sure of;
I will be faithful to you.

I will stand by you until my last breath evaporates.
I will remain open like a faithful mission house.
Though I can't tell when wealth will visit or if at all he will.
but I will never leave, I will always be here.
Until here is no more, until here has left.

The rains may come sudden and may be accompanied by thunder.
But I have tied this vow to no condition.
I  will be faithful to you.
I will mind the fire and form a one-man choir,
And return your every laughter.
Promises are now on promo, but i offer only one ;
 I will be faithful to you.

I will wake  early each day to light up your sun.
I will listen to your silence and sing till you re asleep,
Then I can face the hyenas and bring home dinner.
The world is a pot with misleading things,
And the modern sky now rains with unholy tempts .
But you can tell them that I asked you to tell them,
That I will be faithful to you.

© Samson Abanni

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

HER MAJESTY

By Ola Vincent Omotade There was a village named Gini, a town blessed with mineral resources and oil. For a long-time the town had been under the pressure and control of Gbaduze a strong courageous king that ruled with excess superiority and power. A very sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, cities where corruption reigned supreme, they forsake the word of the wise and were bent on doing evil, but at the later end Queen Marieke, a woman brought back glory to the land. There lived a king named Gbaduze, a long living wealthy king, dark shinning in complexion, a man of his own very word and power embedded due to influence of the Niger-areas in Okere-aje kingdom. However, when death came calling, he died and the king makers ordered that the Queen to ascend the throne of her late husband and invariably preside over the affairs of the community. On ascension, she rigorously studied the existing relationship between the three major tribes in Gini. Q...

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...

THE LOVE IN HIS EYES

 – By Hilanzok She breaks down in tears as she sees him. His eyes a shade of light brown surrounded by a shrub of lashes speaks volume of what he has experienced in his life. His face a texture of smooth avocado gleamed through the canvas-skin; coarse to touch, spectacular and perfect to the sight. She doesn’t know how to explain it, but she felt this tug in her heart, she knows this boy has experienced things the eyes would bleed if it sees, and the mouth would be reluctant to voice out. It is evident in the liquidity of his eyes, the expressionless look( like a 21st-century male Monalisa) they bore. His cheekbones chiseled and firm fitted like a glove to his trimmed face. He is beautiful, but suffering and despair loomed in his aura, he didn’t need to say it out, in fact, he didn’t need to say anything. She is satisfied just looking at his face, admiring and accessing the contours of his face. She feels the urge to lean forward and press her lips against his, she wants...