BIG AUNTY'S OFFER TO LITTLE JONNY

The offer is inviting

The appearance irresistible

The nutritional values immeasurable

Many children will run for it

Big aunty prepared it for little Jonny

She finds delight in the young lad

He has potentials to grow and glow

In him she sees a leader of generations

Hungry little Jonny stands there

Big aunty generous offer before him

With confusing facial expression

Am not hungry says little Jonny

Is he really not hungry she wonders?

Big aunty makes a second offer

Little Jonny with a frown says no

Accepting his stand big aunty gives up

Big aunty returned to her chores

The attractive offer refrigerated

Little Jonny now hungrier makes advances

Requesting now for the offer

Little Jonny causes big aunty more stress

She will need to warm the offer now

She hates the time and efforts wasted

The frustration of a genuine offer

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous

Blog Spot. dmeindous.blogspot.com

Twitter Handel: @Dmeindous 

BECAUSE YOU ARE YOU

Because you are you

You let go for peace to reign

You swallow the pain for all to gain

You support the course not minding who gets the crown

Because you are you

They often think you are weak

They will always take advantage of you

They win arguments with loud voice not facts

Because you are you

Your lips prays for them to succeed

You silently hope the stop picking on you

Your magnanimous heart wishes them no harm

Because you are you

They think you are a coward

The will assume you are a nonentity

They will imagine you cannot not fight back

Because you are you

You will not let them weigh you down

You will not compromise on your standards

You know the He in you is greater than them all

BIJIMI DANIEL MEINDOUS

Twitter handle @Dmeindous

Blog:   http://dmeindous.blogspot.com.ng/

THAT MANGO FRUIT

On top of the tree

Attractive to the eye

Desirable to the mouth

Required by the stomach

As I await your ripeness

Courageous men are eating it with salt

With our gaze fixed and hands outstretched towards the matured ones

We are outrun by the birds that pierce the mango flesh with their beak

As it hung on the tree

To posses it is my ultimate goal

To feel the touch of its tender flesh my utmost desire

A lot of people want this too; I must outmatch them to reach my goal

If I use a stone, I could damage the mango

If I use a stick, it may fall and get bad

If I rely on the guy on the tree, he may not give me what I desire

If I buy on the road, it may not be fresh

I have to climb the tree

Possibility of falling is the risk I must take

Staining my cloths is a price am willing to pay

I will get more options while on the tree

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous

WHERE ART THOU

In my shining armour

Carrying on my journey

Devotedly striving on the quest

For the part which completes the whole

The good thing promised me by scriptures

That gladdens the heart of parents

Comes with the lord’s favour  

Creating a new page

The seed incubator

The neck which stands my head

The navigator which directs my path

The company where I seek good counsel

Thy palace awaits thee

The knights are at table

Thy chariots are all set

Its sunset, Come home

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous

NO SHAME IN TEARS

No shame in tears

No game to fear
Facial frame to tear

For a name too dear

There came the year

With same to bear

The blame I hear

The fame not near

No shame in tears

No flame is fair 

I claim with cheers

And exclaim on a chair

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous

DOUBLE STANDARDS

I can make “jokes” about Jesus and Mary Magdalene

And my apology is as insightful as the “joke” itself

I can say genocide Jonathan and nothing will happen

I can use my social media account for both constructive and destructive criticism  

I can become a reporter on any negative occurrence in a government I don’t like

I can join campaigns aim at sabotaging my opponent’s efforts

I can call my opposition derogatory names on social media and that’s not a hate speech

I can make boast on social media irrespective of its perceived impacts

I can make allegations of Jonathan dancing in Kano while Boko Haram strikes

All in my quest for power

Now that I am in power

You dare not challenge my authority

You dare not criticism my government either constructively or destructively

Your post on social media will be termed a hate speech

Your post is capable of inciting violence   

Just go to Kufena hills and throw yourself down

Or better still get suspended and onward detention

Do I have double standards?

Have I forgotten that what goes around comes around?

That the rope used to flog the first wife is still in the drawer

By

Bijimi Daniel Meindous