Friday, June 15, 2012


We will light the candles this time
in memory of our fallen heroes
no play of words as we express our grief
once again we mourn silently.

The morning we woke up to a northern blast
thinking how long would this last
in the evening we would regret so fast
what remains of the labours of heroes past?

light the candles from east to west
hold your peace from north to south
remains of our pride we defend in a continual quest
no tears, no fears, deep silence cries out

green white green flown at half-mast
the news we watched in utter shock and awe
events unfolding as confusion loomed
what still remains of the labours of heroes past?

loving memories of one-five-three
we reminisce each moment of time thus spent
living and loving like today was the last
for what we do in life echoes in eternity

One more time we will light the candles
this time we would hold our heads high
one last time, we will rise in honour
In loving memories of one-five-three

One, depicting the way our motherland should be
Five, representing the grace our Father thus gives
Three, the day in June that shook us to our knees
One-Five-Three, may their gentle souls rest in peace.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Our Conductor

What makes me tick?
out of what would I pick
What makes me sick?
like gum would the thoughts stick

Strings of the heart, a tune of broken chords,
Searching for a song among broken records,
rising symphony of the wind's harsh wheezing
falling hopes of the audience increasing

We sat and watched at the empty conductor's stand
wondering if he respected our time or even his band
we predicted who he'd be, well, at least a touch of class
our conductor we had never seen, as time did pass

Suddenly! Lights flash, still hall, a great presence
Faint sounds of the cello welcomed Him with reverence
three sessions and three later, the tunes began to make sense
"You have my mind and I live in you", thats all he said hence

Not all in the hall enjoyed the nice chimes
Not all were in the hall in those beautiful times
just like His tales of many centuries foretold
to be like him seemed like an ambition hard to withhold

Two milleniums later, I'm here in the same hall
Staring at the empty conductor's seat with same appaul
Suddenly! Lights flash and the I hear a still small voice,
"Don't wait for Him, He lives in you", with all clarity and poise  

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Tribute to Femi Ademiju.

I remember your smile the last time we saw,

so humble it beamed, covering every flaw.

Your warm heart and demeanor I admired in secret,

in a world of sorrow, your joy expression would defeat.

many said you were hardworking, to that I concur,

the days and nights of endless toil, never would it occur,

that I'd wake one morn to hear that you're gone,

"Never", I'd say, "Never!"... my heart with grief torn.

The journey of life we know is one long bumpy one,

at certain stops will some alight, never to go on.

Death they say puts life in perspective,

moments of our lives we recount, assuming the retrospective.

One day for sure we'd be clothed in shiny robes,

ambience of peaceful worship, descent of white doves.

I'll scold you and embrace you and ask why you didn't tell us,

But for now with a heavy heart I say ... "Rest In Peace Femi".

Rest In Perfect Peace.