This month is a seed, invest it
A peephole to your future, respect it
We know the status quo is tiring, detest it
You feel pain, you want gain, suppress it
They may offer cash for your soul, reject it
Throw shades to diss or piss you, deflect it
‘Cause value comes with dignity, expect it
Friendship is a seed, invest it
You know what will help a man, suggest it
He deserted you on the wrong day, forget it
They brought his gist to your table, dissect it
Like before you pay for an item, you inspect it
Rumors are stale or gale, pale or hale, suspect it
‘Cause trust is the new cool, accept it
A good deed is a seed, invest it
Family, they say comes first, protect it
But when strangers need a hug, extend it
Or a beggar needs a coin, expend it
When neighbors crave your faith, project it
Or a shoulder for the faint, present it
‘Cause good seeds will always germinate, bet it
LIFE AND I
I’m twenty eight
It’s getting late
The world wouldn’t wait
To have a taste
Of what I create
So I should in haste
Hold fast its waist
Exert my weight
Promote my faith
Or live a waste
I’ve walked some miles
But feet are fragile
I must be agile
To remain mobile
Destroy my bile
Control my dial
Heap up a pile
Make people smile
Just be sublime
It’ll be worthwhile
Though I may fumble
Or even stumble
I’ll through the rubble
Attempt a tumble
I’ll try be supple
Ignore the mumble
Eschew the grumble
And life, so subtle
Will find me humble
And bless my hustle
Sanmi Abiodun (2015)
MY STRAWBERRY – Sanmi Abiodun
A flower… made me.
Like a sheep at the altar…
Like a thief at the slaughter…
Like He at Golgotha, my mind was rumbling, mumbling and tumbling.
‘Should I make a rose out of these ashes? Or should I cling to the ashes of a rose?’
Too much scurry
Too much worry
The only thing I couldn’t bare was to hear yet another ‘sorry’.
So I tuned my gaze to the frequency of the vestiges and just like a flash, I spotted something…so beautiful in its crimson tide…so mignon, so cute, so lovable, so adorable.
As I dashed towards it, I was taken aback and then overwhelmed by the joie de vivre of its fragrance.
I picked it in a flicker and words tumbled through my lips, ‘my strawberry’.
As I beheld the freshness of its mien and the lushness of its fleece, I became convinced that being called is human but being chosen can only be divine.
I WENT TO BED…
On the wake of the morrow, I beheld my strawberry and even though it made no sounds, everything it muttered, I heard, ‘Oluwasanmi, you are the best’. ‘Hmmnnn…’ I said, ‘seasoned words for this season’.
At the break of yesterday, to the cells in my ventricles, my strawberry said, ‘you will always be celebrated’. ‘Wow’, I muttered and I hoped it was true as I strode away.
This morning, at the drop of the last dew, I glanced at my strawberry and as I resolved to ignore it, my strawberry opened its petals, dropped a grain, and from the lushness of its pink, I heard, ‘Sanmi, I’ve got your back but God is all around you’
Then it struck me, I can’t but tell of the secret of my assurance…my strawberry: the STRongest AWesome one BEhind EvERRYthing.
You are so cute, I can’t keep mute.
‘I love you so much my strawberry. I wish you’ll never wither’.
It’s obscure and mysterious
It’s not infatuation and sure, not lust
It’s a lonely feeling
But it’s only a feeling
It comes bright as summer
But goes dashed as the golf
It’s like a lovely harvest
With the tither in mind
It’s like the pay
With the tax in mind
All the banter
All the joshing
Just in store, for a date
It ain’t fortuitous
You are curvaceous
Knowing so much about you
Owing so much about me
But all you need to know…
You are the synonym of my heart
Interpret to your taste
Make sure it’s your meaning
But this you have to ‘cognize
It’s all about you
The most complex being
Suiting all the tangs
A relished jewel
A jewel jewels call “the jewel”
A jewel being jewel of jewels
If loving you is criminal
Being born is worse
A continuous melody to my soul
A continuous trail to my sole
A continuous harmony in my ears
If not heard, it will be tears
If asked if I were in love
I would say love is in me
It’s the breeze I feel
It’s the bliss you give
It sounds grotesque, doesn’t it?
Ask no questions
It’s from me
It’s for you.