56 | The Lion King
Poems
My Lady and I
By Moshood Azeez
Behold the ocean, the sea, the dusk,
and the dawn
Behold the north, the south, the west
and the east
Behold the earth, the star, the winter
and the summer
Behold the height, the depth, the span
and the length
Behold the rays of love and the hopes
of a new dawn
We once dreamt about a great journey
on the seas, so deep
The moonlight spreading silvery circles
on the waters, so blue
The shores far away in the azimuth, all
grey, dark and misty
We dreamt about ecstasy, frivolities,
fun, frills and thrills
Oh! That was yesterday. That happened
eons ago!
Today, together, immensely, we have
faced reality
We have taken the jump to transcend
moral dilemma
We have experienced superb
intellectual evolution
Our cerebral thermometer is now
perceptive to issues
We have honed the sensitivity of our
ethical barometer
What we stand for has become a locus
classicus
Our relationship was one that started
rudderless
Mutatis mutandis, what we have now is
a societal model
It is really good to have you, my lady.
So much for coming a long way!
In Many Ways, Life’s Like a
Lottery!
By Adejuwon Adegboyega
Embryology thus speaks:
‘Each conception’s victory’
Amid gem cells myriad
Till foetus(es) emerge
Plagued by many a need
Burdened by choices in deed
Much imposed
Others of constraints
Pressures at all storm
Varied vicissitudes
How finite life is -
So fickle, so transient
Till as smoke diffused away
Unto demise in winds’ gust
Who his steps dares direct?
Save for Providence’s smile
As life’s realities reel out
Then for those ill-fated
Will geniuses theorize
And Sages philosophize
On what lot could have been.
Shooting Star
By Mathias Mogaji
Shooting star! Oh my favourite star!!
Make me fall in love with the girl of my
dreams
Oh! I admit she’s the one I desire
I ask to grant this wish for me
Her eyes, shooting star, oh yes, I am
hypnotized
Awesome beauty radiating from the
black of her skin
The dazzling effect of her smiles – I
remain enticed
Suffice it to say it is love I feel
And the locks of her hair – as though
she were Mufasa
The wriggle when she walks – my ogle is
to ‘lamba’
Would love a tattoo – a scar on my
back
In reminiscence of her desire to reap
me apart
Oh shooting star, my wishing star
You know how long I have waited only
for this night
In ways uncountable my desire
persisted – now to think which swayed
better?
Her name you may ask? – ‘mon amour
Isabella’
Silence.
By Ayomipo Ajayi
Listening to the howls of the breeze
Feeling my heart as it highly beats
Counting my fingers like stringed beads
My tongue to my teeth like in the feeds
Can’t remember a thing as seen the
droplets of rain
Hardly can feel what’s around, but the
pain
The sun and those that gather the vane
