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If Only

by

Oluwole Emmanuel Olaoluwa

If only I can get wings to fly,
I will have built a mansion in the sky.
If only I can get gills to breath,
I will have built a paradise under the pacific.
If only everybody will be as kind as the good samaritan,
how simple will this life have been?
If only everybody will accept and learn from their mistakes,
how peacefull will life be?
If only I can live for thousands of years,
I will have been the father of nations.
If only life were a bed of roses,
how pleasant will it have been?
If only I could have all my desires,
I will have been the wealthiest person on earth.


A motherís cry

by

Oluwole Emmanuel Olaoluwa


Gazing at the full moon,
at its brightness & radiance,
then i noticed a woman sitting on the moon.
I tried to depict who she is, but couldnít.
Sheís dressed in colorful attire,
with a black countenance.
Where is she from?
One could depict where sheís from through her countenance.
Her black countenance depicts sheís from Africa.
Oh! thatís mama Africa.
Sheís so beautiful.
No wonder those with her skin color look as beautiful as she is.
Sheís steadfastly looking at a particular direction.
Where could that be?
Oh! sheís gazing at her deserted land.
Where her offspring have abandoned for other lands.
I can hear her call in agony:
"come back home.
come back to your beautiful land.
its your home,
where you emanated from.
no place is as sweet as home.
come back to your beautiful land,
a land flowing with milk and honey.
a land greatly endowed with wealth beneath it.
a land thatís fertile & productive.
a land where civilization started from.
look, youíve lost your glory & uniqueness.
what are you unique for?
please come back home.
come back to me.
so that my dream for my offspring wonít be shattered.
please come back home,
to make Africa great again.
please come.
Iíll welcome you with my hands wide open.
please come back home"
I could feel her pains & agony as she talk.
Tears that drip from her eyes
look like drops of blood.
How i wish her children would listen,
listen to their mother,
to leave the temporary happiness they have in other lands.
and come back for an everlasting one.
to make Africa great again,
because it got all it takes,
and i know once they listen, Africa will rule the world.

Racism- We're one

by

Oluwole Emmanuel Olaoluwa

RACISM- WE'RE ONE
Together they played
while the moon illuminated planet earth.
Uncommon goals they achieved.
Working hard to make life a paradise.
Work-play, Play-work
together they were.
The stars clustering
& shinning its little light on them.
Together they conquered nature many times.
Together they defined & explained mysteries.
Tomorrow we'll conquer that thing called "poverty"
"Good night", they bided each other
while they slept on the same couch
under one blanket.
The cock crew to announce the break of dawn.
The sun rose in its splendor & elegance.
They both stared at it
beholding its beauty.
"We'll make these rays work for us",
the other told his brother while smiling at the sun.
He turned gently to his brother's face for confirmation
but,...
but he discovered his brother had different skin color from his.
Blood of hatred stirred up immediately
as they jumped out of the couch
almost at the same time.
Each wanted dominion,
forgetting that they needed each other to achieve their dreams
neglecting the challenges they needed to face together,\
forgetting their achievements at moon light.
Neglecting that they're from the same father.
If only one wish of mine will be granted,
I'll wish the night stays forever, so that the difference in pigmentation
will never come to light,
so that you'll not call me black,
& I'll not call you white,
& at the end,
planet earth will be a paradise.

If i were a bee

by

Oluwole Emmanuel Olaoluwa


If I were a bee

Iíll pollinate you to make you productive

Protect you from attackers by stinging them

And sweeten your life by supplying you with royal jelly.

If I were a bee

Iíll be the drone and youíll be the queen

Hire you workers, to save you from the hassles

All Iíll do is to care about you.

If I were a bee

Iíll make my colony near a garden of love

Where youíll be protected from the sun and rain

Living like Adam and Eve.

If I were a bee

Iíll hive near a flower garden

So that Iíll make you a bouquet every morning

Making you feel refreshed by its fragrance.

If I were a bee

You wouldnít need to wear perfumes

ĎCos Iíll scent you up with my pheromone

And hummm sweet songs to your ears.

If I were a bee

Iíll make my hive as comfortable as paradise

So that youíll never swam

And youíll be the QUEEN of queens.

Nigeria at 52

by

Oluwole Emmanuel Olaoluwa

36 children came together to celebrate their mother at 52
Though some grumbled that she fumbles
Yet, their mother's existence calls for some puffing
Many never lived to witness their first anniversary
Talk less celebrating a decade
But here she is
Colourfully-Greenly dressed
Preparing to take off to her promised land
Truly, she might not have done so well
Yet, the live she has echoes loudly
"Hope's alive"
Arrows from within
Assaults from without
Yet, she is still kicking
Her grand children are still referenced home plus abroad
Why not celebrate our mother land
even though our expectations are not yet met
'Coz, there's hope for a living orphan
than a dead king?