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54 | The Lion King
Poetry
LIFE; A JOURNEY
By Prince Ayewoh
They say, Life is a journey
It begins, first, with a birth, the very first breathe,
then, with the very first steps
The travails begin as you are borne
What are your circumstances?
Along this journey, chivalries and victories are
reserved for the destined,
Nay, the strong
All must be nurtured, suckled and tutelaged
Our sensibilities, our sensitivities, brought to the
fore
Only the Favoured, the Distinct, the Committed,
dare unravel the obscurity of this hallowed path
A concentration and concatenation of mud-
dled voices, in support, discouragement, albeit,
protestations
Along this journey, you are Alone, No foe, No
friend!
You pause, you ponder, your antecedents and
your aspirations, your only guide
You run, glide, crawl, falter, fly, cry, smile, laugh,
yawn, fall, rise … for this road holds different
strokes, for them folks
This Journey must be finished!
The focused, strong, astute, prudent, charitable,
strategic, bold, resilient, courageous, ebullient,
resourceful, must attain
Where have you kept HIM, the I AM,
along this journey, what are your circumstanc-
es?
He makes all things simple, perfect and beauti-
ful…
For Life is mere transition; Life; a journey
HOW MUCH LONGER
By Ayomipo Ajayi
We create clocks and counts in seconds,
But timing by cosmos is different;
We build houses surrounded by giant walls,
But that don’t define our security,
We weave and sow garments,
We look radiant and bright,
But deep down inside, we feel like a cold steel,
Left alone on top of the roof in winter,
The greatest of our wisdom still sounds nothing,
Why do we plough, why do we plant,
Why do we harvest, why all the worries,
Everything you ever have for yourself is the food you eat,
You can’t add even a sec more to your breathe,
If you’re too good, you’ve got scores to settle,
When you’re bad, you’ve got more scores to settle,
The tick of time for a breathe span is so short.
All you can do is just be yourself, and enjoy every breathe you’ve been granted,
Only He knows how much longer you’d last.
HOME IS WHERE WE BELONG
By Muyideen Adeleke Ayinla
Why travel far-
To hatch your eggs in the cold winter?
Why do you keep dreaming-
About a land where you need not scratch the
soil?
You are our own,
You will need us when you are alone.
We are used to the scorching sun.
We toil for every drop of grain.
In little huts we shed ourselves from the rain,
And protect our own from the eagle’s scorn.
Are you vexed with this way of life?
There across the oceans lies more strife.
This land needs us to brood,
Hens and birds we need to embrace the hood.
Your colours will never fade-
From this soil is where you were made.
When your little ones grow,
Their homeland, how would they know?
When the hands of death hits your feather,
It is we who would know better-
That your body could want nothing more-
Than to be buried in the soil from whence you
rose.
If you desert this land, home is willing to accept
you back.