The pain within
A heart wrenching misery
Thinking of you,
Yet suffering your inflicted agony.

Falling humbly for you,
A fall I regret.
You left me in the lurch,
Breathing a feeling of disgust.

Your betrayal,
A blow to my racing heart.
My trust,
I placed boldly in your arms.

I had faith
Forever faith
Everlasting faith
In your arms I laid my faith

My love for you,
A learning curve.
You came like a thief,
Stealing my heart away.

A hurt you left
Leaving me in the dark
I have you my loyalty,
Yet you threw it all away.

Giving you my all,
Yet receiving your pretence.
You left me,
An unforgiving heart.

You left my heart,
Leaving it in the blue.
Helpless I fell,
Falling for you deeply.

Leaving me to weep,
With no remorseful heart.
Your sharpening dagger,
Piercing my lonely heart.

You promised me the world,
Bringing hope my way.
Our first meeting,
What a glorious scenery.

Those stormy night's
Your creation in my memory
As I lay down tonight,
I forget your betrayal.

The scars you made
A carriage for my lonely heart
Your betrayal'S tragedy,
A sound never to be forgotten.

Obianuju,
My betrothed.
The princess of Amigbo
An angel,
So innocent like the sun.
Your heart,
The purest of all.
An embodiment of beauty
A charisma of strength,
From a lineage of purity.
A besieging *****,
For a befitting thrown.
A worthy queen,
Yet I see you not.
The forcing of hearts,
An eternal regret.

No one,
No one,
I looked far and wide.
No one,
In comparison of your beauty.
My heart,
A belonging for another.
The misery of our joining,
A damaging scar it leaves.
Your heart,
So innocent,
Yet I seek another.
Obianuju,
Do not await my return.
A betrothing of hearts,
Yet my heart seeks another.
Obianuju,
I tarry,
I tarry to my heart.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

When I die today
Dying with the king
I die a worthy death
I can hear my ancestors calling
The drums of my arrival
My story has been told
This is a marvelous sight
My coffin
I lay to rest
Sorrow no more
My demise a worthy story
Weep no more
My ancestors welcome me
Great king
What an honour
To lay beneath your rest

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

At the church of all saints
Singing glorious tunes
Hymns and harmonious voices
The father, an altar he stood in front
His passing
Life if an exited fellow
Can we say something?
Say to the saints
The tears of many
Words much but little
An ovation so small
Ashes to ashes
Keeping nothing in your remembrance
He once stood here
A man like God
He jouryned with the saints
Wait a minute
His family speaks
Tell them
He once stood here
Only to stand no more
Did he perish?
Wait a minute
Did he perish?
I said speak
He had no vision
The mantle perished long ago
Did he wait for the saints?
No, the morning after
I see a congregation
Mourning a death of old
Clap for her speech
He perished like a sunken treasure
Was he not a king?
Did he perish?
Oh!
A glorious exit
He perished like a sunken treasure

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Does Ralia remember my face?
Baba Legba
Does his car still work at Oke-Imosan?
I left unexpectedly
I tarried with my ancestors

Bami owon,
Is Amope still crying?
I didn't tell her goodbye
Are her eyes still sour of tears?

Did Olokun come visiting?
Has he brought some fish as usual?
Maami are you still weeping?
Maami weep not

Is Kolade still a talkative?
The farm land,
Does Mokola still go there to plough?
Uncle Ajanaku,
Does he still stare at Oke-Eferon river?

My friend Arabambi,
Do you still miss me?
I am certain you still eat ebiripo
Whenever the town crier passes by,
Does he still make jest of Ajani's bow legs?

Pankelemess,
Do you still trouble your mother?
Does the brown owl
Still sit on your roof at night?
Gbolahan can't you hear me?

I am here
My ancestor's home is pretty
It has shimmer of gold
It rested upon paradise
Songs of joy I sing

My last goodbyes
Is our Kabiyesi still bedridden?
My last surrender
I am home
Yet I lay easy

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thomson

Where I am
                Where I stand
                Dissatisfaction,
                My daily song.
                Dissatisfaction,
                My present emotion.
                I am no longer burning with passion
                I long for more beauty
                The vanity I seek,
                What a fair one I know.
                My latest predicament,
                A longing for better times.
                I crave for something better
                I want a new flame
                In this spring of discontent
               A float of an invisible,
               Yet having springs of a vague tomorrow.

Illusions of thy presence
Love, thy dwellings in self illusions
Fabricating for souls
Belladonna your favourite peace offerings

Your speaking smile
Explicit words of happiness
Estatic feelings thou brings
Enchantments a layer thou hides

Thou sheddings of light
Deceiving men and their deeds
Postering love
Forgetting life's hatred

Happiness
Your best addressed to all pains
Hope
Your cunning way to thou's enchantment

Promising Euphoria
A place thou led us there not

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

He says he doesn't understand me
If you want to know me
Examine with careful eyes
Look beneath the surface
Let your imagination run wild

Read my work
Claim my knowledge
If you want to understand me
Look beyond the shell of flesh
Read through the writings on the wall

Come to the land you claim is strange
Walk through my paths
Don't condescend like others
Come by day
Not by night

Over look the dark skin
It carries pregnancy of hope
Its milk and honey
Yet dark in color
But a bright light it has

Hear our folklore
Listen to our storytelling
Visualize our art
Never mind our harsh whipstrokes of slavery
Pay attention to our happy smiles

Our streets are full of laughter
Joy runneth through our veins
Happy people we are
Though we have seen and unseen scars
Happiness is our way of life

Are you still asking?
Our teeth flashing of smiles
Takes the sorrow away

If you want to know me
Take an in depth look

Are you not yet to understand me?
The radiance of my joy
Gladly gives me away
My African songs lends me to you
This is who I am

What I am
You see it in my sceneries
My collections of me
Reflects my eternal being
This is who I am

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

He came innocently,
Depicting a lovely smile,
Stretching his hand forward,
Telling me of a beautiful friendship.
Looking in awe of me,
Describing my beauty,
Like the fairest of them all.
Surrending my bishop,
A sacrifice worth giving.
Your subtle intentions,
A trickery for the night.
Receiving your Trojan Horse,
A rejecting I did not.
The givings of your aphrodisiac,
Leaving a far worse bitter taste.
You were so dear to my heart
Your unforgettable gift,
A brutal dagger to my innocent heart.

The Arusi of thunder,
And lightning.
Amadioha,
Husband of Ala.
Ofufe,
The everlasting deity.

The divine one
Amadioha,
The free will of the people.
The punisher of evil doers

Okuku surrender at your might
Ala submits at your coming
Anyawu speaks of your thunder
Ikenga Alusi references your presence

Amadioha,
The supreme being
God of justice,
Who dares to stand,
The face of thy effrontery?

God of divinity
Diety of all deities
Amadioha,
Thou one and only supreme being.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Shackles on my feet
The ******* of the past
Thou held me out
Piercing my heart with bitterness

I tried to come undone
Portraying the beauty of the future
Wearing you like a cunning smile
Setting ablaze a binding heart

I let go
Letting deep like a broken vase
Pouring out it's flowery gaze
Turning love astray

Oh some foretelling
Relieving bad memories
Revealing the aches of oneself
Attaching a Biography to pain

Beautiful but broken
A Potter's broken piece
Stunning but broken
Leading to the ways of no return

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Feeling you,
As your touch melts my heart.
Wanting you,
Oh naughty Mon Cherie.

I desire thee
Wanting your ****** body
Your sexiness,
Giving no sordid taste.

Every night with you,
Taking me to cloud nine.
Your physical beauty,
A sight to behold.

Ask me what I want
I want you in my bed
Whine those hips,
Making my imagination run wild.

Seeing your nakedness,
Sending shock waves down my spine.
Blood through my viens,
Seeing you come closer.

Your steamy touch,
Sending throaty moans out my mouth.
My hands running wild,
Creating moisture through your thighs.
Caressing my lips,
Bringing moans to my spine.
Loving inside me,
Rekindling sparks forever.

Your whirling screams,
Lighting up my fire,
Making passionate love,
A seduction for the night.

Sharing my sensual love,
In your arms I lay,
And then we made love,
Leaving steamy erotica.

Making love all night,
Caressing her every curves.
Seeing your **** body,
An epitome of seductiveness.

Running my fingers,
Through her hair,
Awakening her soul,
Yet inserting myself in her.

Giving me her pain,
Yet releasing imprints of passion,
Making each insert count,
A moaning for love's declaration.

The funeral marches to graves
The descending of curtains
An end to come
The march to finality
A marching to dust
Tarrying to the night
The quiet hollow
The aura of sadness
The exist of a mortal
Death,
A coming at will.
Death,
The king of one’s soul.
Death,
The Lord of the night.
Death,
A silence to life.
Death,
The lion of the forest.
Death,
The ruler of the mountains.
Death,
A piercing of hearts.
Death,
It’s tattoo forever a mark.
Death,
A ticking of the clocks.
Death,
A bringer of eternal peace.
The sweet relieve it bringeth
The residing of mortals
Death,
A bringer of grief.
Death,
A planting of sadness.
Death,
An anthem of black flames.
Death,
A war veteran’s dirge.
Death,
A thief of the night.
Death,
A certainty for all.
Death,
The burn out match stick in one’s ashtray.
Death,
The whither of bones.
Death,
A tragedy to life.
Death,
An endless sleep to one’s soul.
Death cometh
A sweet relief
One’s death
The glowing of darkness
Death,
A mortal’s final rest.
Death,
The ugliness to a beauty.
Death,
The letting out of a final sigh.
Death,
The calling from one’s ancestors.
Death,
A passing through the night.
Death,
The end to one’s pleasurable life.
Death,
I float this Carol,
To you I sing.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

My heart,
My Bride
Looking into your eyes,
As you walk down the aisle.

A beauty worth beholding
Barely containing myself,
Seeing my future in your arms,
Like fine wine kept in a cellar.

My heartbeat
Your precious beauty,
Like ripe berries,
Waiting ready to be plucked.

Adunni,
My jewel.
Adunni,
My forever friend.

God's happy ever after for me
An everlasting happiness
I lay in no surer haven
In your arms I lay

Orekelewa,
You melt my heart,
Like beauty,
Walking the night.

You captive my soul
I the beholder
Beholding your adorable smile
An appealing for all souls

Looking into your eyes
You bringeth hope
Okan mi, iyebiye mi.
I will always love you.

You came out in the open,
Like a roaring lion,
Ready to dismantle its prey,
Leaving nothing behind.

A taker of lives,
Sowing a pandemic seed.
You came in silence,
Showing no mercy.

Trapping many generations,
Making the world sober.
A curse upon earth,
Leaving life's scrambles all over.

A vile,
Thrown upon us.
A plague so fast,
Chasing even our shadows.

We are all drowning slowly,
Waiting for redemption,
Looking up still waiting,
Yet a saviour cometh not.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Sing me a sweet carol
Twinkling sounds of happiness
Upon merriments of joyous celebrations

A time for joy
A holiday season
Old traditions new memories

Glows on the trees
Love all around
Kisses under the mistletoe

Thou gave us thy son
On a manger he was born
Our wishes came through

A king came
Special gifts he brought
Oh what a delight

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A street urchin
The slums his home
An unwanted foetus
A born-throwaway
Carrying signs of vagabonds

An unlucky fellow
A seed of the night
Loveless memories
Hate be breathed

Everyone knows him
A street worker's seed
The planting of an agbeero
A drunk for the night

Like rotten eggs
A dumpling for garbage
The torment of a grieving mother
Unwanting his kind

Left to rotten
A mistake on the road
Paid for like a bargain
His coming
She hated

She bereaved at his sight
An unlucky fellow
Thrown into the night
A dumpling for garbage

#Tosanation

Here I am,
In this box.
The cowardice of silence
The fantasy of freedom,
A solace so dear.

The slumber of courage
Loud sounds of violent hatred
The suppression of one's voice,
An obituary to a marriage.

A soul dead yet alive,
Denouncing one's hurt.
The panel beating,
Of one's soul,
As right for payment.

Justification of bounds
Binding one never to speak
Bitterness and rage,
A strong medicine for pain.
The clock ticking,
Waiting for  my body's carriage.

Alive but dead
Killing one's embodiment of joy
Freedom,
Freedom,
I wait for you,
I long for you,
Yet you cometh not.

Sleep well my beloveth
Sleep well my heart
You tarried away
Your ancestors calleth
The casualties were many
Yours was deep

The funeral songs
It overwhelmed my heart
Esu Lalu looted
He stole my precious heart
The drums of your demise
Your children screams in sadness

I sit under the tree
Our mahogany tree
I weep at your grave
Without you
Life ceaseth
And sorrow departed me not

Esu Lalu
Why take my bride into the dark quarters?
Esu Lalu
And I begged you
Esu Lalu
You failed me

The little one
Misses the suckling of her mother's breast
I want to tarry to my beloved
Esu Lalu take me to my beloveth
She awaits my coming
I must tarry to her

Esu Lalu
I was glad when you gave her to me
Esu Lalu
I must
Esu Lalu
I must tarry to her tonight

Esu Lalu
She is my beloved
Are you coming Esu Lalu?
When should I expect your arrival?
My beloveth awaits my coming
Esu Lalu take me now

Esu Lalu
Don't leave me in the lurch
Aya mi owon
I am coming
Esu Lalu will bring me to you
Esu Lalu I await your arrival

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The shinning of it's bright glory
The king of the morning,
Bringing a new dawn,
A summer to remember.

Ray of light in the sky above
Sunshine that brightens thy weary face
The ruler of the blue sky,
Giving command to the day,
Telling the night when to come.

Looking to its golden face,
As it showers its light on my face.
The shinning beam up in the sky
A joy to remember

Your settling at night,
Giving way to the glorious,
Clouds of the night,
Leaving me to await the morning.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Have thou reached casa isolata?
Shimmer of paradise it bestowed
Beautiful lands it rested upon

Sorroundings of fruitful clementine
An empire of pride

Casa isolata
I hear the callings of thy chimes

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The lighting from afar
Near sight of hope
Seeing an absurd vanity of believe
O thou Golden gate
Endearing truimph on fragmented victory

Loud low-pitches
Sending messages afloat miles
Upon glittering luster of waves
Telling the wind it's courage
Professing life on Sea

Corne de brume
Welcome aboard our feeryboat

Walking through these paths
A walk I feel I have taken
These memories
Why do things keep repeating itself?
I remember
This familiar feeling
This feeling
A feeling of before
These empty thoughts
Haven't I been here before?
These significant signs
I have seen them before
I had this dream
My reality,
A repeat of this dream.
Looking around
Seeing new things
Haven't I lived this before
De Javu,
Why do you keep coming back?

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

They tell us,
About a great future.
They tell us it is coming,
Not today but tomorrow.

Our dear Nigeria,
A safari for its rulers,
Stealing our freedom,
Yet showing a victorious future.

Our leaders,
They keep on telling us,
Democracy,
Of the people,
By the people,
For the people.

They come as bearers,
Bearing freedom,
Removing slavery's chains and rods,
Yet trampling on our humanity.

Our leader's democracy,
A temple built with words,
Yet plastering it with,
Power and constant deceit.

They bribe our conscience
They fail to discharge their duties,
Yet singing victorious praises of their democracy,
Telling the world of vague achievements.

They play their drama,
Displaying it in public,
Showing a ****-a-doodle-doo of theatre,
Narrating nothing significant.

They claim to hear our cries,
Yet they are blind spectators of beauty,
Having no eat for our mass cries.

Democracy,
Their ideology of power.
Their way of life
A culture so dear to them

Democracy,
A backwash from future's deep
A begraggle of corrupt leaders
A pointer to Me, My Belly and I

They claim we have rights,
Yet they keep us in chains.
Their democracy,
An emblem of an immoral compass.

I look out my balcony window,
Waiting for change.
I stand at my front door,
Hoping for a brighter tomorrow.

My father waited
My mother hoped
I in turn prayed
Our children echoed

I dream of a great democracy
I dream of liberation
I put down my pen,
It is tired of being,
Mightier than the sword.

Oh democracy
I raise my hand up in your honour
Nigeria's democracy,
Our leaders' famous slogan.

Players,
Upon people’s weaknesses they play.
Tramplers,
Upon people’s happiness they trample upon.

They preach,
Oh they preach,
Preachers of men,
Preaching their manifestos.

Their mass oppressions,
A whipstroke of slavery,
Keeping freedom away,
Allowing unspoken speeches.

Mr. Government!
Your planting of truth,
Yet acting lies,
Like Lucifer upon earth.

Our lost lands,
The cornering of leaders.
Our cherished freedom,
The bounds of greedy mortals.

Their moral compass,
A dumpling for gutters.
The words of restructuring,
A lie they tell to sleep at night.

The revolting of souls,
A bribery round the corner.
The dawn of a new day,
A shutting down of a never casted dye.

The Bantu they throw at us,
An education of their disloyalty.
Equality they preach,
Yet enjoying the fruits of our labour.

Our heroes past,
A burden dropped,
To be forgotten,
Yet remembered for belly sake.

Me, My belly and I,
A stomach infrastructure,
Catering only to the rich,
Yet diminishing the poor.

The controllers of affairs,
Dictating one’s future
Offering obedient slaves,
A slaughtering for their ****** souls.

Their theatre signatory,
A passing for comedy.
Our leaders,
A legacy of betrayal.

The citations of a bad fruit,
Their forever plantings,
Bringing over odour,
Of sadness and slavery.

An act of niceness,
Yet taking my bones at every given chance.
Giving us no choice,
Yet claiming we have no bounds.

Stirring us along
Giving us hope
Talking of a bright light,
Yet sinking in your treacherous torture.

Stealing of freedom from our lips
Pushing us into the dark quarters
Digging our early graves,
Yet cometh like a Redeemer.

Telling us of your democracy,
Yet ripping off our fundamental rights.
Your dictatorship,
Creating our unfree society.

Coming out,
Telling us of our victorious times,
A bribery to generations,
Yet helping to dig out graves.

Giving heart-warming patriotic speeches
Telling us not to be afraid,
Portraying tunnels of hope,
A bribery we didn’t reject.

Your illusion of a god-complex
Crushing everything in your path
Giving false hope
A mockery we carry on our foreheads

Our daily tyrants,
Walking freely,
Taking slaves,
Yet leaving no man to rise.

We envisaged a better tomorrow
Leaving the past behind
Creating new dreams
A dream you cut short

Our pens as placards
Establishing dictatorship
Safeguarding a revolution
Writing hopes of tomorrow

Your speeches
Bringing apathetic graves
Letting out your brutality
Showing life’s forces

You stand on the hill
Shouting your command
We all gather in fear
Singing silently “dictatorship free us now”

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Fixating my eyes
Stripping your beauty piece by piece
That I may show thy beauty

Beautiful maiden
Among pleasantry ladies of May
Dancing like an Arabian night

Laying down by thy side
Listening to the sounds of the night
Wondering how my heart captured thy flower

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

He came out with his *** belly
Spitting some gibberish
He sounded strange
The white man nodded in accordance
Playing along so feintly

His words were long
Yet different
Not cautious
But depicting a mild smile

He boasted of his prowess
Commanding the stage
Speaking words strangely
Criticising the white man's language

Beri-Beri
An example of his prowess
Expressing a nonsensical of himself
We all looked in wonders
His peers clapping at his performance

The narrator
A Nigerian professor
A grandiloquence of English language
****-a-doodle-doo a man of language

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

My dove
Your presence,
Always a sight to behold.
The way you love me,
So pure like the angels.

Your coming into my life,
A settling of peace.
Meeting you,
A calming for all storms.

You gave me the best gift,
A gift I will remember always.
The fresh air you brought,
An appeaser for a life time.

My one and only
You changed my existence
You brought me joy
I cherish all moments together

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I see you,
I see you in my dreams.
Can I behold,
This astonishing beauty?
A pride,
Befitting for royalty.
A diamond carved for dignitries
A precious stone,
For the collection of showcase.
I see you,
I see you in my dreams.
A being of glamour
A fashion icon,
Placed on pedestal.
Beauty so rare
Even Lucifer became jealous
Can I behold,
This astonishing beauty?
I see you,
I see you in my dreams.
A fantasy,
I live in my dreams.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I walk through crowd,
With my head up high.
I place myself,
On a pedestal,
Making sure I am heard,
And seen.

Writing my own story,
An autobiography of motherhood.
A shabby structure,
Teaching only wifehood,
Yet excelling nowhere.

My success story,
A kitchens tale,
Considering nothing better.
A silent solace,
Only to speak,
When spoken to.
A confinement,
Yet expecting more.

A responsibility,
Awakening every family.
Breaking the norms
Traditions I resist,
Yet fore telling my gender.

Ringing their consciousness
Many I awake
Preaching my roles
Moving with the times
Archaic men standing tall,
Yet teaching life lessons.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

The sweeten of nature
Giving life an edge
Tasting paradise at its fullest
Oh what a glorious sight
An awakening to the beauty
Of nature's pavilion

Behold the blue skies
Granting my eyes it's utmost splendour
A view like never before
Gracing my imagination
Drawing the cloud's curtains
Welcoming the god-crust of nature

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Gazing into my mirror
Looking at the person I have become

The scars on my body
Stories to tell my children

A bright light at the end of the tunnel
Light has even alluded me

Bitterness, sadness, tears,
My daily medicine

A fruitless journey into the unknown
An Awakening for many

Looking into my soul
Seeing what my heart bleeds for

My heart bleeds
I want peace

My heart bleeds to be still,
But light at the end of the tunnel,
Has alluded me.

Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

I want no surer ***** than your arms
You shared my happiness
The rose in my garden whithered,
But your love stayed strong.

The only beauty that is forever
Your angelic coming into my life
The only day of sunshine,
Yet never blinding.

I promise to love you compassionately
You're my forever
In your heart, I promise to stay forever
I promise to keep our candle burning

Seeing you in the crowd
Noticing your flowery smile
I picked a bright rose
A rose that keeps my heart alive

Our special day
The joining of us
Our vows from the heart
Moments I'll always hold dearly

You have become mine
I have become yours
I promise you,
Patience, understanding and tolerance.

I promise you sunshine,
I promise you little rain,
But I promise calmness for all storms,
Giving my hearts deepest devotion.

You're my best friend
I promise to give you the best of myself
Come rain
Come sunshine

Our love shall be stronger than hate
Our hearts shall beat as one
Our love,
A great sum than two in love.

I'll love you all my life
Meeting you,
I was touched by an angel,
Ending the bitterness of my heart.

Your love has me sure
Your love has brought purity to my heart
You make my sing
The angels in heaven sing hallelujah to our love

I stand at this altar,
Pouring my heart,
Telling my beloved,
The desired of my heart to our everlasting love.

I shall carry our love with me
I shall carry your heart with me
I love you
I shall say it at least once a day

I searched for good and beautiful
I found you
I searched for peace
I found you

Your heart
Where I'll always be
All I want is us,
Together forever.

Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A brown man
Standing,
Shouting,
Speaking radicalising words.
Marching as to war
Showing placards of his grief,
Depicting foreheads of vagabonds,
Reminding others of past slavery.
Their de-subjectification of freedom
Their voices,
A singular connotation of enough-is-enough
An appetite for recognition
A planting for equality
A right to color
A plea bargain for respect,
Yet writing a throwaway of discrimination.
A caged bird,
Wanting to soar far beyond whiteness.
Demanding equal previlege
A demand costly but needed
Their melancholy of racial assimilation
Our sanguine of identity

Their windspread of hatred
Our moment to canvas light
Black
A shadow of itself
A belonging for many
A colour they deem despicable,
Yet a horizon we cherish.
Looking to the future
A beautiful future
I too
She too
He too
Us too
They too
Black too
Will sit at the table of colors
A dream I hope so dear

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

He raised up his head,
Trying to speak,
Yet speaking nothing.

She opened her mouth,
Trying to mutter words,
Yet nothing coming out.

I can't breathe
Words never to be forgotten

I can't breathe
Words we carry on placards

I can't breathe
Words kicking down whiteness

I can't breathe
Words doing-away with racism

I can't breathe
Words demanding equality

I can't breathe
Words bridging the white and black gap

I can't breathe
Words changing the times

I can't breathe
Words destroying white supremacy

I can't breathe
Words uniting colors

I can't breathe
Words uniting races

I can't breathe
Words signifying unity

I can't breathe
Words causing race inequality uproar

I can't breathe
Words knocking down white brutality

I can't breathe
Words ending police brutality

I can't breathe
Words
Great words
Creating equality for all race
Ending police brutality
Doing-away white supremacy
Uniting all race
Uniting all colors
A must for all nations

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Where is the unity of independence?
Where is the fight,
Of our forefathers?
I don't understand
Why stand like a forgotten tree?
Why look like a woman,
Who has lost her baby?
The surrender of slavery
The return to home
Songs of slaves
The echoes of freedom
The uniting of ken
The struggle of leaders
Do or die
Our political mantra
Independence sinketh
Sinking to rise no more
Forgetting their misery
A congregation of political leaders
A home of theatre

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Your Excellency
I salute thee
Oh! King
King of Gbomulero
Oh! King
I salute your mighty sword
Oh! King
Kabiyesi o!
Kabiyesi o!

I lift up my mouth
To praise your mighty-ness
Oh! King
Kabiyesi o!
Your Lordship
That no dares to question
No one dares
To look into your eyes
Oh! King
Kabiyesi o!

The fighter of the spirits
The king of the witches
The night crawler
That wrestled the spirits in the dark
The only addressee of the jury
The judge and the jury
The Alápatà of Gbomulero

Oh! King
Kabiyesi o!
The end and eternity
Of Gbomulero's existence
The mantle of Orunmila
The Royal Highness
Of the gods

Oh! King
Kabiyesi o!
Ki ade pelori
Ki bata na tu pele

You never said goodbye
Leaving me to grief your exit
Your mysterious exit
Our hearts still ache with sorrow,
And many years take over our eyes.

I remember your laugh
I remember your subtle smiles
I remember your baritone voice
A remembrance I hold so dear

Your exit,
Like yesterday's rain.
Our last encounter
A whirlwind of waved in my memory

A mind so profound
A heart so genuine
If only I could have you back
Forever in my heart,
Is where you lay.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Have you forgotten us?
Am I a long forgotten sand castle,
At the beach?
The memories we shared
The binding of hearts
Cupid's sending of love

It feels like you have forgotten us
An I a forgotten flower,
That was never here?
Our love never came to be
You have erased us

You have forgotten me already,
Like a rotten fruit.
You have left me to whither,
Like flowers in autumn.
You have forgotten us

You have forgotten us,
Like a corpse in the battlefield,
Buried in an open mortuary,
On a rotten ground,
Knowing life no more.

What we shared
Our time together
The love we had
Casting us aside,
Like a figment of your imagination.

You casted me aside,
Leaving me in the pouring rain,
Begging to be remembered.
Have you forgotten those summer nights?
A memory you casted away

Have you forgotten us?
The memoirs of our love
A beating of two hearts
Cuodis arrow of love,
Gone and never to return.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

Loving without,
Remorseful feelings,
As I let her go.
I love,
Yet lust.

I pleasure,
At your beautiful *****.
I stand,
Placing my arm,
Upon your plush velvet neck.

I make you scream,
In excitement.
My heart,
It pumps like a drum beat.

I await,
As you hold me,
In your arms.
I pleasure in your arms,
Exploring aphrodisiac.
My sensuality and desire,
Yours to behold.

My beautiful seduction,
A caressing for the night.
The passion of flames,
A consuming fire.
Looking into your eyes,
I sink my soul in it.

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

In my time of weeping
You were here

In my hard time
You were here

When I felt no one could understand
You were here

My misery, your misery
My pain, your pain

My tears, your tears
My laughter, your laughter

My shinning armour
Defender of my heart

I longed for a shoulder
You were here

Even if I didn't want you
You had always be here

Like pearls in the deep of the ocean
Like clouds when the sun cometh near

Pure, unselfish
Loving, enduring

A friend sent from heaven
A calming for life's storms

Thought you I saw myself as greatness
A friend indeed

My inspiration
My laughing buddy

The smile on my face,
When happiness disappears

An ear to bend
A book in my Memoirs

The happiness you bring
A special lifting of my heart

Seeing my broke fences
You admired my flowery garden

You know the lyrics,
To every song in my heart.

Our bond
A binding for everlasting

You listen with your heart
Others listen with their head

Your coming
A bringing out the best in me

My uniquely valuable person
My partner in crime

Your entry into my life
Like a cool breeze on a sweltering day

These memoirs of our friendship
I shall cherish always

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

My teacher is dead
The crackling by the classroom walls
The chalks along the hallway

The faded voices of students
The heroes of methodist high school
Repository of rejected talents
A born-throwaway
Accepting history's defeat

Exile
Our principal's cowardice
Lineage of shoes
The assembly ground we all marched

Uniforms of beauty
Tools of knowledge
An ounce of excellence
The gateman's solace

The vague of coerced dreams
Awaiting trial
Kneeling at their master
Waiting to be liberated
A sound of fantasy's cane

There have been others
Lingering in the twilight
Travelling through the walls
Methodist High School
A home of forgotten glory

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson

A pathway to life,
Like a golden door,
Giving structure,
To limitless generations.

Light of our life,
Creating a gateway,
Opening doors,
Breathing success our way.

Key to life,
Forming success stories,
Leading many,
Across paths to the future.

A gift of academic excellence,
Building future leaders,
Creating a citadel of knowledge.
Mrs Adeleye our academic mantle.