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Best Poems Written by Akinbobola Adeyemo

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Iya Mi

The life of the poor
There were days I went hungry,
And nights I went to bed high on imaginations of food
This was my life
This was my burden
My Mother worked _______ jobs, fill in the gap
Just so we could eat
We had to depend entirely,
On the struggle of an heart-broken woman
A woman too busy to give up,
We saw her walk on thorns, we saw her bleed
She fought against the tides; her struggle was ours’ too
But yet a smile was all she wore, hope was all she breathed 
Her shoulders were always high, her steps always firm.
She fought the goliath’s of this world and brought back scraps
Scraps that gave us strength and the hope that we could aim higher
Much higher than the threshold our environment afforded us.
Oh, what wonders the will of a woman can accomplish,
Oh what visions her bravery can actualize
In the midst of all this disappointment, 
We always wondered where our father went,
One day I summoned up the courage to ask her
I said: “momma, do we have a father?”
She replied: “Yes son, you have the greatest father,
He is God almighty, he made the universe,
If you are ever lost and unsure,
Just close your eyes get on your knees to pray
He will surely answer you”
“Mommy why are we like this?” I asked,
I will never forget what she said next
“Life is in seasons” she answered
She found happiness in the solace of hard work
She found a rose where others saw thorns
She saw light in pitch black darkness
All the options said: “Give up” but she still chose hope
IYA MI.
											Achi_va

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An Educated Mind

Paper Mache, I see words
Ink on paper, thoughts buried in wood
I’m literate; I should be able to read this
Yes, the thoughts of another must hold so much meaning
My life should be better right?
After all I can see words and make meaning of them
I should be better than the man that cannot spell
I should have opinions where he is clueless
I should be able to think logically where he cannot
So i go outside my front porch, with my shoulders held high
A drink on my left hand, and the morning paper on my right
Then I pretend to read words that I do not care about
Just in an effort to stare at the ley man
Yes, I called him ley, he’s the animal, and I’m the zoo-keeper
While he goes about trying to earn his worth, I sit back and watch him like I’m ‘Speilberg ‘
He’s is mindless behavior, mine is the mindful characteristic of an educated man
After all I thought of coming here to jest at the poor urchin?
I conjured that up, now tell me why I shouldn’t be proud of myself?
It’s one of the many privileges being learned affords me
The way I look at her through the window,
While she hawks her wares, and tries to make a living
I see her as a person lesser than I, yes, I’m way much higher up
Yes my learned mind does not care that she probably has a family of five depending on her ‘plantain’
My learned mind cannot devise the economics needed to help her, though my bank says I can  
Like that boy that works at the barbers shop that I never tip,
After all it isn’t my fault he isn’t in School; he deserves to beg all his life
I am Zeus, he’s a mere mortal
The chances some dream about, others are given on a platter of gold
My proud pompous mind will never understand a fact this simple
Is a mind that thinks itself superior really superior?

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Wyme 1

my destiny I have to resume
my purpose or so I presume
all doubt I have to exhume
responsibility I have to assume
its really never too late
or maybe it’s just fate
only God gives a clean slate
even when we have lots on our plate
people so particular about dates
all this time they use to hate
showing no pity even to sister kate
with perdition as their right-hand mate
I dream of a season
When I’ll finally see reason
The cause and need for all this treason
In a world where all trust is dead
Judgement day lies in wait like a bed
Unto lies we are lead
Into the abyss of uncertainty we’re spread
Sometimes I think I need a breather
I just can’t take it
Hook, line and sinker
There is so much at  stake
See how they tinker
Or dignity they finger
Our death-beds they make
Their lies flow forth like a lake
While in suffering we sleep and wake
It’s time we opened our mouth to talk
And oh, they’re gonna hear it all in bulk
My words are gonna hit them like the hulk
I’m so tired of sitting to sulk
In any event that I lose my life
At last I’ll escape for all this strife.

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Impossible

To maintain a life
Above all the strife
Pain and sorrow
Is to choose
A sight so sharp
It sees through the dark
And sees even in the light
Things that defy human sight
Things impossible
Things unprecedented
Things invisible
The ability to look
To see beyond the present circumstances
To hold on to that faint candle light
In the midst of the pitch black darkness of the night
The will to cling to life
When death is but a pinch away
The strength to see the sun shine so bright
Through a sandstorm in the Sahara
Through the snowstorms in the north pole
Through the cloudy rainstorms of the amazon
The ability to see white
When everyone sees black
The will to see beauty
Where everyone sees  the ugly
To see the highest mountain peaks
As mole-hills about to be trampled
To believe in particles
Faster  than  light
To believe men can touch
The surface of the sun
And walk to the ends of milky-way
With the stars as our footstones
The ability to hope for better things
And to dream of better days
In the midst of bitter months
Can’t you see the impossible
It’s laughing you to scorn
Telling you I’M POSSIBLE….

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Wyme 2

To gain acceptability
You let yourself in on crowd mentality
With all this capacity
And intrinsic ability
You consciously decide the mortality
Of your own capability
You deny individuality
And instead accept multiplicity
All in search of false glory
You toy with your own story
You decide to change God’s transcript
Only to create your own flawed script
Sooner or later we’ll all face death
Pretty soon you’ll take your last breath
At the thought of this truth, many fret
The end of life is set
You’ll eventually join the bus
And believe you me
Its taking you nowhere near Jos
The real question is if you’re ready
To meet with your maker all calm and steady
With your eartlhly deeds worth it
And surely his judgement non-cloudy
Not that your feelings matter much
Only God decides such
I only pray heaven’s gate you touch
And on heaven’s lawn you eventually stand
On a day when many will land
In the scorching heat of hell’s sands
Only to kiss the devil’s hands………..

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The Tale of Muchacho

Like a flash of light
85 years ran by
Gone with the wind they say
Gone with the wind they think
But it’s really like
Years gone by with turmoil and death

For  the lord of gangsters
Lying face up
Waiting rather impatiently
For death to come whisk him away
This was his sad story
This was his lot

He laughed anytime
His personal nurse
Asked if he was fine
If he was ‘ok’
Why does he laugh you say?

Coz if she knew the horrors
He had inflicted on others
Including himself
She would probably
Point a pistol to his temple
And blow his brains out
Or maybe even take a knife
And cut him slowly
Till he begged for his life
Till she drained all his blood

And yes,
There were 8 million other ways
She could kill him
He kept laughing
She thought he was about to die

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The Tale of Muchacho 3

There was always an assailant
Waiting around the corner
Paid millions of currency
To snuff the air out of his lungs
And to stop the beating of his heart

That was why
He’d always had ruby
The one and only
True friend
He’d ever had

She was so beautiful
More beautiful
Than any of her kind
So gentle was her touch
So mild was her feel

Truly she was always with him
She was his last hope
Last hope for love anyway
Did I forget to mention,
That ruby was and still is a pistol?
Infact she was on him now
Although, he couldn’t bend over to see her
Or feel her touch
He felt close to her
Now more than ever

He felt so safe
Safe and secure
She had gotten him
Out of more problems
Than his whole security team.

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I Speak

I speak for the people
Who look to the future
With eyes blinded by poverty and lack
All seeing nothing
People tired of broken promises
Shattered dreams
And battered existences
Masses tired of insensitive leaders
Tyrants masqueraded as saints
We Fed up with all this gross insecurity
And shear uncertainty
About economics
We do not even understand
Masses who wake up everyday
With nothing but curses for their fatherland
Masses coerced to bend their will consistently
And continuously tortured by the snare of the powerful
Frightful of the woes
That come with rebellion
I speak for those
Unsure of what tomorrow brings….

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The Tale of Muchacho 4

Incompetent bastards they were
They could never be trusted
You know why?
You really wanna know why?
It isn’t really that much of a bummer

It’s coz they were alive
And breathing things
Would do anything
And absolutely everything
To keep breathing

So you see why, 
Ruby was his best friend?
Coz they had nothing to lose
They were already dead
Although alive to him

He knew there was no hope
He was surely condemned
Then he remembered something
It had been buried deep
Deep within the sections of his subconscious
The last words of that preacher
Yes, that preacher
The one that could not keep his mouth shut
The preacher’s child had been  sick
Seriously sick to the bones

The preacher had no money
He was helpless
After much turmoil
He decided to go to muchacho
He decided to seek help from the devil.

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The Tale of Muchacho 2

And the second reason he laughed
The reason for his scornful laughter
Was that as soon as he breathed his last
His boys were gonna come in
And probably butcher her to death.

That was his way of life
The  path he chose
He had no problems with it
He didn’t mind
Taking someone to hell with him

Maybe even God would be happy with her
And take it lightly on him
Coz there was no redemption
He knew that as soon as he kicked the bucket
God  would send him straight to hell

The devil himself
Would personally welcome him
With open arms
And take him on a tour 
Of the 13 chambers of hell

Not bad,
He thought to himself
For a man who had shown others
More than 13 cambers of his hell
But believe it or not
He was content
But not happy
Happiness was too far fetched
He was cursed
He was condemned

He couldn’t remember anytime 
That he had been truly happy
He lived life on the edge
Continually testing the boundaries
Of God’s patience.