Why Don’t I Know What I Know Now, Then?

Why don’t I know what I know now then?
If I had known it, what would have changed?
What would have turned?

Would the wind have shifted,
or the earth beneath me cracked open sooner?
Would my steps have faltered,
or found firmer ground?

If I had known,
would I have walked straighter,
or would the knowing
have bent me differently?

Would I have spoken,
or swallowed the words all the same?
Would I have reached for the flame,
or let the fire fade?

But I did not know,
and so I moved as I did,
stood as I stood,
broke where I broke ..
and somehow, still,
I am here.

Now knowing.

Would it have mattered then?
Or only now,
when the knowing is too late to change,
but just in time to understand?

Life and death
Light and darkness
Sun and moon
Sin and forgiveness
Day and night
Storms and stillness
War and peace
Loss and renewal
Shadow and flame
Silence and song
Departure and return

All of it...
A dance of opposites,
woven into the fabric of existence.
One cannot breathe without the other,
cannot rise without the fall.

All of it...
The weight and the wings,
the wound and the healing,
the whisper and the roar,
the story of all that we are

Let Me Tell You How the Devil Works

He walks beside you,
steady, certain, silent—
leading you to the centre of the sea.

Then he turns back.
And you are alone.

Only one thing can happen.

You keep going—
he wins.

You turn back—
you find the truth

Eniyans poetry ✨️

Who's that handsome,
Loyal,
Respectful,
Yoruba boy,
Building bridges with words,
Equations in his mind, poetry in his soul,
Taking his major in engineering .... though draining,
Like circuits wired for resilience,
Like steel bending but never breaking,
A poet, a weaver of words and more...

He speaks in the language of forces,
Balances moments like a tightrope walker,
Weaves metaphors like tensile cables,
Stretches thoughts like stress-strain curves,
Yet never fractures.

He flows like current through resistance,
Turning obstacles into energy,
Amplifying whispers into waves,
Designing foundations with syllables,
Bearing the load of expression and calculation.

Oh, it's me.
An architect of dreams and equations,
A bridge between logic and art.