DEATH! WHAT HAVE WE DONE?

Death the invisible one that can never be seen.

Death the unbeatable one that can never be defeated.

Death the worst thief that can never be caught.

Death the one that steals nice people but nothing can be stolen from him.

Is it because you have no parents that you take others parents?

Is it because you have no children that you take others children?

Is it because you have no relatives that you take others relatives?

Is it because you have no friends that you take others friends?

Death the over comer that can never be overcome.

Death the conqueror that cannot be conquered.

Death the persecutor that cannot be persecuted.

Death the killer that cannot be killed.

Death a cross everyone must carry.

Death a destiny everyone must reach.

Death a cup everyone must drink.

Death an inevitable debt everyone must pay.

Death where am I safe? Where is my refuge?

Not even in my mother’s womb.

I tremble at your footsteps.

You open wide your mouth awaiting my downfall.

Death my mortal enemy.

Death my worst weakness.

But why were you ever created?

Why not life? Life forever.

Death the final end of one’s life.

But the beginning of another new life.

As one dies he only transforms to the new life.

Death just a rite of passage.

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous.

MY LADY IDOL

A face brighter than the moon.

A well structured body that draws every eye.

A mellifluous voice that can break a curse.

A smile that is better than the air I breathe.

Is the least qualities found in her.

Well cultured and mannered.

An immaculate creature indeed she is.

Where beauty is an understatement to be used.

Her name itself has a healing power to my soul.

I call it much more than the number of stars.

Impatiently, I wait for her arrival.

A ghost footsteps I can hear while expecting her.

BORN IN A NEW WORLD.

One is born a fool by himself.

Not as a baby but a baby adult.

By an invisible mother that lives within.

When longing for someone takes the better of him

Sillier his actions are than a lamb.

Good sense of judgement is declined.

Objective Reasoning seems absurd to him.

His good sense of judgement now is retarded.

He has been born in a new world.

Where fallacies have taken over reality 

That desire makes him remember his name hardly.

Indeed when a man falls in love, behold a fool is born.

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous

AN ODD TO A COMRADE.

Concern and sacrifice I call her.

Always being the mother hen.

Can throw her glass cup to save mine.

 A soft heart that out large an ocean.

Her name describes her lovely.

Indeed lovely.

Will make a good companion surely.

Her partner I will call lucky.

Dust worships her steps.

With curved legs that perfects her.

Watching her walk is better than eating.

Happy to always count on her.

Will commend her to keep on.

With her angelic character.

Will gladly be her associate.

With no reserve in me.

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous

MY AFRICA, MY CULTURE.

The perfect existence of nature.

With attractive pasture.

Stainless with no mixture.

A wonderful creature.

My culture, my treasure.

This is beyond measure.

I think of it with pleasure.

Always in my leisure.

My culture I now find obscure.

Very sick with no cure.

Haphazard with no procedure.

A pain I find hard to endure.

Deformed now is our posture.

The hand work of the white vulture.

I implore you, let’s be mature.

Stop copying, let’s create our picture.

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous.

MY SON GROWING

His mother sorrowfully gave birth to him.

We drank wine in excitement and happiness.

Being the first fruit much affection went to him.

I waited for his growth with much eagerness.

My hope lies greatly on this little lad.

He will grow and be a strong man.

To him shall go all I ever had.

He will take charge and be a control man.

He has grown and forgotten us.

He has joined the white man’s train.

He is a disgrace to us.

But was this how he was trained?

When its time he shall come back.

And suffer the lack of what he never provided.

He might not again see our back.

As he may end up frustrated.

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous.