Folorunsho Obalugemo
What in life truly endures: is it
the river, with its perpetual ebb and flow;
or the sun that is ever waxing and waning?
Or is it man and his manhood, ever so:
of his strength, which do rise and fall
in power, wealth, fame, health and lift;
or the mountains whose foundations shift
in degrees due to seismic shakings?
Or is it time and season, the enfeebled heart,
with their measuring fickle finger of fate?
©2025
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
Folorunsho Obalugemo
Myself to myself I keep, gated;
Myself refrain, that to none I relate
Neither be relatable, living for me only.
But doomed is he who alone stand
Without neighbor, friend nor family.
©2025
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
By Folorunsho Obalugemo
Leaders wey for high energy
cost and constant darkness
leave people for collapsing grid
run go mount solar for dem palace
Leaders wey dey go come
inside plane and chopper
for bad roads and robbers
plus bandits tell us to endure
Leaders wey dey say my people
tighten una belt well well
get *** béllè up dem baggy
in yeye rolling saggy saggy
Leaders wey dey say it takes
time before enjoyment dey land
dey lavish life like bees
in the face of poverty and pain
Leaders wey small matter
dey take dem to Oyinbo hospital
leave dem people in dire state
until dem land for mortuary
Leaders wey dem own pikin
dey read book for overseas
care little about us, even if
millions no go school
Leaders wey commot subsidy
dey borrow loan, increase fees
exchanging eyesight with stick
leveling big taxes day by day
©August 2025
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
Should i come upon an enchanting
Popsy who by my own reckoning
And sight investigation --
Whether she is ebony or brunette --
Is beautiful in my estimation:
Of a jolly heart and steady soul,
One that's lovelier than Venus--
I will not my wits abandon,
Nor give my eyes a pardon;
I mean,
One that smells better than roses --
Straightway will I close,
To not perceive her scent, my nose;
I say,
Of such that tastes sweeter than nectar --
I shall seek nay to procure her taste,
Lest my substance and time I waste;
wait,
Whose skin is softer than butter --
I will not even at all bother
To touch, hold or caress her.
Am I silly to administer
Such injury upon a charming Sis?
For I will forsake apace all business
At hand, and make a beeline for her!
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
Bullet or bullion:
police and politicians,
neither is better.
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 8:07 AM UTC
Born a boy; now a giant of men.
A son of Omu-Aran becoming the
Bishop of the world, who's nurtured
And taught by his mom and granny.
His benign brook belittled yesterday
Has turned to a blessed flowing sea;
His molehill's become as Mt. Everest
Before the eyes of many an enemy.
At sixteen, his life whole he gladly gave
To Jesus the Saviour in college indeed,
And to sin and Satan no more a slave,
But God's son, by God's grace redeemed.
Bishop, the Lord called to ascendancy,
By his favour and mercy, from grass.
To make his humble name legendary,
Heaven did set him apart for the race.
David the bishop, like David the king,
Is truly "a man after God's own heart":
Of his goodness and love does he sing;
His passion he has from the very start.
The kingdom of God and his service
Is bishop's daily breath and bread,
As well as giving his Creator praise;
And in all things he is always elated.
A blessed life is not in number told,
But by deeds that outlast the present.
All men were born, yet few do die
Great; for most live for the moment.
A life of platinum impact like Papa's,
Will forever like the sun in the sky
Be shinning, and hell and darkness
Can't obscure its light and glory high.
©️2024 by Folorunsho Obalugemo
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 1:41 AM UTC
Yours isn't the burden biggest
to have the soul saddest.
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
He cannot lie,
neither can he die.
For he's not a man.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Love never grows old
neither becomes cold,
nor doth it fall sick
as to become weak.
Nay! not by its strings,
but the lovers themselves.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
A "no" answer kills
not;
rather I've gained new skills.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC