Don't get lost in the world only to realize your bearing after life. Hold on to yourself and bear your worth here that you may have similar if not magnified control over self in the hereafter. These words truly do not denote any prophecy but a summarized interpretation of the second life.
(C) Dauda Onawola
All rights reserved
CHRONICLES OF ME
My back against the wall and my anterior against the world.
In critical situations, the chronicles of me.
At times the story seems changed but sometimes today assumes a tautology of yesterday.
The glory that I claim and the troubles that I face together with their ingredients makes a story so tasty.
Sweet plus bitter, pain to end with gain, some things won't just happen again.
Even if they hold the power, may the old days not hold me
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
MY POETRY MY EMOTIONS MY PAIN..
Poetry is everything a poet feels,we express ourselves in our poems.
But mostly my poetry comes from my pain and heartache, and dark memories of a troubled past that I try to forget.
My days don't see much sunshine as that represents happiness, my days are filled with dark clouds and thunder storms soon I feel the lightening will strike me.
Dark skies film over my eyes, and in the distance I see the outline of you disappearing out of my life FOREVER.....
A tsunami wave of emotions are waiting to come through my pen to crash onto my paper, soon it will land and wash all my emotions away.
But until then I'll just sit in the eye of the storm.....
by angel rose...
JEJE ANGEL ROSE MUHAMMED
SECRET
It all happened in the time before now
What I said was what you heard
What I wrote was what you read
What I did was what you saw
What I held in mind is what you still don't know
And it is the same here
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
DIVINE WAX
I am the transparent wax that is melting
The astral light is the one heating
But I am not burning out
Because I am not fuelling the flame
So I am not going to be dark
Because it won't flow in me
The world is really hitting the hustlers
Young people with the mind of transparent sheet of glass
All they do, to survive and upgrade their class
But some other lights wish to shine on them
That transparency will no longer be for them
That you may look through and see nothing
Aside the darkness that is so hidden well
Why would they break?
And what other choice do they have?
Terrorism and all of crime
Xenophobia and all of hatred
Things with us that we know not and do not want
The astral light kept burning
I shall stand it and keep melting
In hunger and sleeplessness
The worst to happen to the transparent mind
Is to go white
And not be dark as the valedictory night
Of the boy that died on the street
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
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HUMAN RACE
You would want to get the point in defending humanity
Despite the unending trend of atrocities
Who bothers to define calamity?
Why are some people living under natural scrutiny?
Who are the progenitors of the progenies of prosperity?
Why are some sitting on mother Earth?
The throne equivalent to that of gods?
Naturally, they have not the gut
People from the world just didn't get the right cut
And who exactly is in charge?
If the world would truly end
Here are evidences that no one can bend
The throne of the gods and their progenies
Would be seats in paradise or hell
Of course, maybe not all things will die
Especially the proofs of what we lived
Ring the bell, let's debate
Let's answer the stinking questions
Egg or bird, which one first?
And so many things like the source of life
Together with the destination of humanity
The orders that we obey but could not see
Time to start with a declaration from time itself
To all participants,
This competition will last for at least the longevity of the human race
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
It is believed, majorly by Muslims, that in the end time, a fake saviour (Masih Dajjal) shall appear to humanity. One of the most established description of Masih Dajjal is that the Arabic word 'kafr' (كا فرmeaning unbeliever) will be written on his forehead and this is widely agreed upon. Of all marks, writings and symbols in the world, it is this one that belongs to the greatest evil that is prophesized to befall humanity that the American actor in this picture chose to have at the center of his back as tattoo. The end is no longer near, it is here! It is so bizarre that human beings are attracted to the terminal point of this world. For this feat to appear in a TV series, it is definitely coming up to spread like bush fire soon as possible. Prophecy said it all though, like we really have no choice but it's astonishing. Could it be out of ignorance or denial (of the prophecy)? Neither the questions nor the answers could do a thing, the proofs (Ayats) are beyond doubt. What attracts interest is the impact of Homo sapien in the end of the Human race... We pull or we don't, we be kind or cruel to Mankind, the end is a certainty.
BUSINESS OF FAITH
The good men knew they shall leave someday
They work to make it a heavy moment
Heavy enough to sit in history
But a pain for them and the kingdom
Is that the prophecies hold that
The destination of the world is the end
The proofs are evident
The Ayats cannot be doubted
In bountiful mercies of Allah
Holding up the pillars of faith
As simple as they are
Compared to worldly self harms
That we all prefer
Doing good, a thing to make humanity better
Piety and submission on the recipe of humility
Incorporated in all of these is ease
And of course, assurance of a blissful hereafter
Almost all you need to achieve
Is a blissful immortal life
In the hereafter of forever
If I invest my few years on Earth in the business of faith
And you roll around here in hard pleasure
And I get longer decades of enjoyment
And your reward is endless centuries in severe pain
Who lost and who gained?
DAUDA ONAWOLA
WHITE GRAVITY
If I don't see anything
I see the decrease in unity
And increased love for vanity
All exhibited by the new humanity
From what history relayed
At least in my own polity
There was order and more sanity
One thing we can all do vividly
Is treat peace like gravity
Allow it hold the human population steadily
On Earth that we march harshly
Fly in air swiftly
Drift across the ocean smugly
Walk the land from here to there
Like seriously
You are still enjoying the beauty
Of one planet that holds that much bounty
DAUDA ONAWOLA
WORTHWHILE
Homeless like a bird
Nothing like a bed
Everything is color red
Just see what you can get
In the name of daily bread
Poverty and hunger we dread
Hustle day, the sour bread
Taken raw, only the bread
The taste is softer
Not necessarily sweeter
With a true indefinite finite link
That always end
The name friend
Here, true one
Glory glory
Shine shine
That in the end
The bustle and jostle
In quantity and quality
That was given to life
Would seem exactly
What it wanted
Then, things are right
DAUDA ONAWOLA
ON THE ROAD
I found gold on the move
There was blow from other forces
Usual thing that is supposed to be
So I couldn't hold on
I lost the precious stone
The flashy fascinating solid mass
I can't be wrong
Things will only get better
This is the road to better days
All precious mild things
A land where the gold of these days would be dust
All the solid items in diamond
DAUDA ONAWOLA
DERAILED
Declination of moralty
Decay of trust
Destruction of faith
Decisions of the race
Did to us huge derail
That we no longer care for fate
That which becomes of the successors
The whole of the things to drop on them
The new face of our mistakes
Those old things abused with their goodness
When it is our turn to nurse the next generation
When the crown falls off the true king's head
What is the fate of natural discipline?
When it is our turn to be in front
What do we tell the audience, the next line of the human race?
DAUDA ONAWOLA
WRITE LIFE
Here have been so many calls to God
Yet so many questions unanswered
So let us keep doing the things
Let us keep what it was
Now is our time and what it is
No one know tomorrow, it might not even come
It's misdefinition as time can't make us run
It can be correct, no response from the gone
The situation is pictured here
You and I holding a picture up there
If either drops it, it's on our heads
And there won't be time or tears to shed
It is nothing else but the end
Our end
The prophecy is not being denied
There are lots of routes to hell bed
Sleeping there might not be cleared
Today is the day that we shall make it rain
I will keep writing and keep the day
I don't even know the end of today
But we are the ones to define
What is it that we are holding up
This generation can rebuild history
At least rewrite with honesty
Retain the values of humanity
Nothing shall save mankind from the end
He brought it to himself
But the pen could at least
Let him out of the den
DAUDA ONAWOLA
SECOND COMING
There is only one life that man shall know.
For life itself, authorities of prophecy, history and the likes declares there is another.
But all of the forms that have thus been stated occurs apparently when man is unaware in oblivion.
The poet could wonder the mystery of existence.
Out of this life, maybe the sensation retains their strength, maybe there are new people and new sky.
That, maybe no one alive can say.
And for those that declare with certainty, a second life for man, do we have an unquestionable concrete proof?
The holy words remain thy faith.
It is not only meant for the hereafter, doing good to one another as well makes the universe brighter.
There is no doubt in the religion and one cannot fault their words.
A judgement to this one?
A rest from this one?
A continuation to this one?
Or a very different one?
If you and I will live another after this one divinty knows best about that one.
If there is a coming again, then my statement "countless being there and still here" remains not only valid but immortal.
DAUDA ONAWOLA
OUN TI MO RI
Komiti komiti
E roju aye bi
Ibi ko ni won bi mi si
Laala atila lo gbemi debi
Die ninu ti mo ri
Ejee je ki n wi
Iba ade ti o n be lori
Ona jin, ewa wo oun ti mo ri
Emi ko lose tibi
Won batun ni ki asemi
O di melo nibi
Iba oju ojo o, iba ori
Iba eyin orun, iba ori
Iba ire ni moju, ko sibi ni ibi
Ewa wo oun ti mo tun ri
Gbogbo bi yio se ri
Lori ti ri ti ko ni wi
Komiti komiti
Eleduwa lo sunmi debi
Oba toti ri kin to ri
Wa bami jagun ori
WHAT I SAW
Committee committee
Can't you see life
I was not born here
Hustle brought me here
Little of what I saw
You better let me say
Salute to the crown on the head
The road is far, come and see what I have seen
I didn't do this
They said we should do another one
Making how many here
Salute to daylight, respect to fate
Salute to sunset, respect to fate
Salute to goodness, there is no evil here
Come and see what I saw again
How its all going to be
Fate knows but won't say
Committee committee
The Almighty brought me here
The One that saw it all before me
Help me fight the battle of destiny
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IYE
Won ni kasora fun oda
Sugbon igba ti ikilo yen wa
Eru n be nile
Nio je ki a robi rore
Won ni ki a se kini, a se
Won ni ki ara nkan ile yi
Ka gbe feni bayi
Gbogbo re pata lase
Asiko ti wa to
Abi ki la n ri
Egberun ogun ti tan
Ogorun ogbon ti wole
B'ase wa na iye, iyen ni kowa ye
A ti wa lo ati de
Araabi ti tan
Oun ti awi tari
Otun wa n losi ni, iyen gan ko tun ye
Ati wa pe ile
Ibi ta ti wa, ibi tawi lawi
Se bi iku ile ba danisi
Tode ko le pani
Je ki awa gbo oun ti won fe wi
Awon akilo ire ati ibi
Bi iku ile ba de, ti n ba rori ye
Ajo ti daju
Mo ti de, mo ti de
Olorun loke baba gbani gbani
Fi han awon ti o ran
Nkan gangan tode
Ti iye ko fi yeni mo
AMOUNT
They warned against draught
But when that warning came
There was a load on ground
So we didn't think evil to good
They asked us to do something, we did
They told us to buy something of this land
And give it to someone (described)
We did every thing
Now it is time
Or what are we seeing
Thousands (of twenties) have finished
Hundreds (of thirties) have vanished
How we then spent the amount is the thing we don't understand
We went and we are back
This thing was exhausted
What we said and saw
It's even going the more, that one too we don't understand
We have called home
Where we came from, where we said
If death spares you at home
It is difficult to die outside
Let us now listen to what they have to say
The warners of good and evil
When we are able to escape the home death
The journey is sure
Here I am, here I am
God in heaven, Father, the saviour
Show those you sent
What exactly went wrong
Why we don't get the amount again
DAUDA ONAWOLA
WRITTEN PATH
Success like capital in Economics means different things to different people and so is the path to it. Naturally, survival is victory and just beyond survival is the other contention, this time to appear the best. To an extent, the competition to survive and that of being the best are inseparable, most times, the two occurs in unison.
Largely, ordainment holds that individually or collectively, different things are to be done to excel. This is a well exemplifiable phenomenon which Man must admit. This variation is so deep that someone's path to the top leads some other person(s) to the ditch of ruins. the Yoruba people used to say "ona kan ko woja" meaning "a single path doesn't lead to the market", this fact is as salient as it is valid in this case.
A great part of the world is obsequious to money and fame. By these two, people now measure success, this is a faulty but established happening. Of course, money and fame are yardsticks or criteria for weighing up success socially but not the most important or the first point of call in doing this. Money and fame took the wrong place in the human perception of success.
The minion to money and fame took too little of destiny into consideration. In this light, too many drift towards a direction contrary to their own written path to glory. The 7 billion people on Earth cannot just be like Bill Gate, it's practically impossible but if individuals learn to rule their own world not the stour one that we all own, there would be a better feeling of ease in circulation compared to this hard urge for the illusive peak.
Simply put, if one follows one's instinct and passion according to destiny, they shall lead one to his/her individual zenith, where and when things will work out on one's salient or silent wishes and/or commands. If one follows other individual(s), one is lost and shall get lost a second time because it is only on one's ordained path that one shall always find a way out. Survival and winning are tightly related but achieving either possess individual differences to be honored, so to say.
By DAUDA AYOMIDE ONAWOLA
WRITTEN PATH
Success like capital in Economics means different things to different people and so is the path to it. Naturally, survival is victory and just beyond survival is the other contention, this time to appear the best. To an extent, the competition to survive and that of being the best are inseparable, most times, the two occurs in unison.
Largely, ordainment holds that individually or collectively, different things are to be done to excel. This is a well exemplifiable phenomenon which Man must admit. This variation is so deep that someone's path to the top leads some other person(s) to the ditch of ruins. the Yoruba people used to say "ona kan ko woja" meaning "a single path doesn't lead to the market", this fact is as salient as it is valid in this case.
A great part of the world is obsequious to money and fame. By these two, people now measure success, this is a faulty but established happening. Of course, money and fame are yardsticks or criteria for weighing up success socially but not the most important or the first point of call in doing this. Money and fame took the wrong place in the human perception of success.
The minion to money and fame took too little of destiny into consideration. In this light, too many drift towards a direction contrary to their own written path to glory. The 7 billion people on Earth cannot just be like Bill Gate, it's practically impossible but if individuals learn to rule their own world not the stour one that we all own, there would be a better feeling of ease in circulation compared to this hard urge for the illusive peak.
Simply put, if one follows one's instinct and passion according to destiny, they shall lead one to his/her individual zenith, where and when things will work out on one's salient or silent wishes and/or commands. If one follows other individual(s), one is lost and shall get lost a second time because it is only on one's ordained path that one shall always find a way out. Survival and winning are tightly related but achieving either possess individual differences to be honored, so to say.
By DAUDA ONAWOLA
IYE
Won ni kasora fun oda
Sugbon igba ti ikilo yen wa
Eru n be nile
Nio je ki a robi rore
Won ni ki a se kini, a se
Won ni ki ara nkan ile yi
Ka gbe feni bayi
Gbogbo re pata lase
Asiko ti wa to
Abi ki la n ri
Egberun ogun ti tan
Ogorun ogbon ti wole
B'ase wa na iye, iyen ni kowa ye
A ti wa lo ati de
Araabi ti tan
Oun ti awi tari
Otun wa n losi ni, iyen gan ko tun ye
Ati wa pe ile
Ibi ta ti wa, ibi tawi lawi
Se bi iku ile ba danisi
Tode ko le pani
Je ki awa gbo oun ti won fe wi
Awon akilo ire ati ibi
Bi iku ile ba de, ti n ba rori ye
Ajo ti daju
Mo ti de, mo ti de
Olorun loke baba gbani gbani
Fi han awon ti o ran
Nkan gangan tode
Ti iye ko fi yeni mo
AMOUNT
They warned against draught
But when that warning came
There was a load on ground
So we didn't think evil to good
They asked us to do something, we did
They told us to buy something of this land
And give it to someone (described)
We did every thing
Now it is time
Or what are we seeing
Thousands (of twenties) have finished
Hundreds (of thirties) have vanished
How we then spent the amount is the thing we don't understand
We went and we are back
This thing was exhausted
What we said and saw
It's even going the more, that one too we don't understand
We have called home
Where we came from, where we said
If death spares you at home
It is difficult to die outside
Let us now listen to what they have to say
The warners of good and evil
When we are able to escape the home death
The journey is sure
Here I am, here I am
God in heaven, Father, the saviour
Show those you sent
What exactly went wrong
Why we don't get the amount again
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
OUN TI MO RI
Komiti komiti
E roju aye bi
Ibi ko ni won bi mi si
Laala atila lo gbemi debi
Die ninu ti mo ri
Ejee je ki n wi
Iba ade ti o n be lori
Ona jin, ewa wo oun ti mo ri
Emi ko lose tibi
Won batun ni ki asemi
O di melo nibi
Iba oju ojo o, iba ori
Iba eyin orun, iba ori
Iba ire ni moju, ko sibi ni ibi
Ewa wo oun ti mo tun ri
Gbogbo bi yio se ri
Lori ti ri ti ko ni wi
Komiti komiti
Eleduwa lo sunmi debi
Oba toti ri kin to ri
Wa bami jagun ori
WHAT I SAW
Committee committee
Can't you see life
I was not born here
Hustle brought me here
Little of what I saw
You better let me say
Salute to the crown on the head
The road is far, come and see what I have seen
I didn't do this
They said we should do another one
Making how many here
Salute to daylight, respect to fate
Salute to sunset, respect to fate
Salute to goodness, there is no evil here
Come and see what I saw again
How its all going to be
Fate knows but won't say
Committee committee
The Almighty brought me here
The One that saw it all before me
Help me fight the battle of destiny
Dauda Onawola
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
SECOND COMING
There is only one life that man shall know.
For life itself, authorities of prophecy, history and the likes declares there is another.
But all of the forms that have thus been stated occurs apparently when man is unaware in oblivion.
The poet could wonder the mystery of existence.
Out of this life, maybe the sensation retains their strength, maybe there are new people and new sky.
That, maybe no one alive can say.
And for those that declare with certainty, a second life for man, do we have an unquestionable concrete proof?
The holy words remain thy faith.
It is not only meant for the hereafter, doing good to one another as well makes the universe brighter.
There is no doubt in the religion and one cannot fault their words.
A judgement to this one?
A rest from this one?
A continuation to this one?
Or a very different one?
If you and I will live another after this one divinty knows best about that one.
If there is a coming again, then my statement "countless being there and still here" remains not only valid but immortal.
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
WRITE LIFE
Here have been so many calls to God
Yet so many questions unanswered
So let us keep doing the things
Let us keep what it was
Now is our time and what it is
No one know tomorrow, it might not even come
It's misdefinition as time can't make us run
It can be correct, no response from the gone
The situation is pictured here
You and I holding a picture up there
If either drops it, it's on our heads
And there won't be time or tears to shed
It is nothing else but the end
Our end
The prophecy is not being denied
There are lots of routes to hell bed
Sleeping there might not be cleared
Today is the day that we shall make it rain
I will keep writing and keep the day
I don't even know the end of today
But we are the ones to define
What is it that we are holding up
This generation can rebuild history
At least rewrite with honesty
Retain the values of humanity
Nothing shall save mankind from the end
He brought it to himself
But the pen could at least
Let him out of the den
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
This unbelievable combination shows art is the infinite imagination of mortals... Limitless, beyond the sky you shall find art... It is dynamic itself not a reason for dynamism
ON THE ROAD
I found gold on the move
There was blow from other forces
Usual thing that is supposed to be
So I couldn't hold on
I lost the precious stone
The flashy fascinating solid mass
I can't be wrong
Things will only get better
This is the road to better days
All precious mild things
A land where the gold of these days would be dust
All the solid items in diamond
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
WORTHWHILE
Homeless like a bird
Nothing like a bed
Everything is color red
Just see what you can get
In the name of daily bread
Poverty and hunger we dread
Hustle day, the sour bread
Taken raw, only the bread
The taste is softer
Not necessarily sweeter
With a true indefinite finite link
That always end
The name friend
Here, true one
Glory glory
Shine shine
That in the end
The bustle and jostle
In quantity and quality
That was given to life
Would seem exactly
What it wanted
Then, things are right
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
DERAILED
Declination of moralty
Decay of trust
Destruction of faith
Decisions of the race
Did to us huge derail
That we no longer care for fate
That which becomes of the successors
The whole of the things to drop on them
The new face of our mistakes
Those old things abused with their goodness
When it is our turn to nurse the next generation
When the crown falls off the true king's head
What is the fate of natural discipline?
When it is our turn to be in front
What do we tell the audience, the next line of the human race?
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
MICHAEL SIMPSON
He defeated distance and sentiment
and some other things beyond human control.
His heart is spacious enough to contain the world,
wherever you are his light shall find you.
He is the superordinary man of word
that appears to us like an ordinary man.
An encounter with him is enough
to keep one going in the adventurous Word Land.
For example, he held a West African me tightly,
I mean a South African him.
His passion rules over so many realms,
he is one man to remain.
He choses a mortal form to help humanity,
he is truly an immortal and that stands.
From here and now on, his name shall occur and reoccur
in history of word.
His praise cannot be sang, his might you cannot imagine,
his tentacles wraps the Earth mildly and passionately.
May the Almighty bless his mortality with abundancy,
the least he could get for his affection for humanity.
By name, Michael Simpson, may the POET'S INK never ever dwindle.
A few more people like him in the world is needed that word may weigh more.
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
WHITE GRAVITY
If i don't see anything
I see the decrease in unity
And increased love for vanity
All exhibited by the new humanity
From what history relayed
At least in my own polity
There was order and more sanity
One thing we can all do vividly
Is treat peace like gravity
Allow it hold the human population steadily
On Earth that we march harshly
Fly in air swiftly
Drift across the ocean smugly
Walk the land from here to there
Like seriously
You are still enjoying the beauty
Of one planet that holds that much bounty
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
BUSINESS OF FAITH
The good men knew they shall leave someday
They work to make it a heavy moment
Heavy enough to sit in history
But a pain for them and the kingdom
Is that the prophecies hold that
The destination of the world is the end
The proofs are evident
The Ayats cannot be doubted
In bountiful mercies of Allah
Holding up the pillars of faith
As simple as they are
Compared to worldly self harms
That we all prefer
Doing good, a thing to make humanity better
Piety and submission on the recipe of humility
Incorporated in all of these is ease
And of course, assurance of a blissful hereafter
Almost all you need to achieve
Is a blissful immortal life
In the hereafter of forever
If I invest my few years on Earth in the business of faith
And you roll around here in hard pleasure
And I get longer decades of enjoyment
And your reward is endless centuries in severe pain
Who lost and who gained?
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
LOVE; NATURAL DISASTER
Like tornado, earthquake and the rest of them
Love is a naturally existing disaster
A friendly enemy of man
Sweet like the fruit that the serpent gave to eve
The curse on Mankind
The first curse that we are not blind
What brought us here was not kind
The victims could bear me witness
In the name of love, a lot is deep in mess
Her offspring, jealousy
And this changed the course
Into a curse
If I had the reason to exist
My life and time could have been in paradise
The right wing of heaven
Our lives might have been in Eden
Love is just the nomenclarture for a phenomena one can't comprehend
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
THE ROOT
In the days that are old
Wealth was defined right
Women married farmers
There and then, joy of union
Contempt with wants
The sons and daughters of era
Took advantage of natural laws
The definition wasn't perfect
But perfect, somehow
In the quest for perfection
The progenitors' belief was entirely ruled out
And now, should an individual progeny be called upon to state wants
Off goes my ink in ten places
Yet one is still on the mention
When we search and couldn't reach the limit
It might be route of destruction
Just as it might be the right path
Let's come back to the baseline
Check where we missed it
Definition of what have we
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
SEPARATED
His life went before him
The drag on the mountain befell him
The life of his love vanished
She was more than love
He became a drunkard
Everything proper
Looking like she won't come back
That the remaining time here
Shall be spent in austere notoriety
In a state of eternal loss
He fought and won
But not with the ease
With which he fought a god
In the presence of his life
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
THE CAUSE
Life drama
Here, it's the academic banter
Somewhere, it's something better
Elsewhere, it's lesser
Whatever it is in wherever
The first question to answer
Matters attached to survival
And the secondary turned primary thing
Extraordinary liberation from being weakling
All of us, in the latter we sink
The more we struggle the deeper we go
Yet Man won't just let go
Life at heart as in world for man
As in the former, target of survival
That is a natural owndom of all that lives
But in the latter
The fervor for stupendous richdom
The ardor for stour fame
These, like wrapped weed at tranquillity
The greed in humanity flares the ends
The smoke drifts towards infinity
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
SOURCE OF DAUDA II
My big idol is in the market
My masqurade is a big one too
And he is at home
All glory be to God
All respect be to the two of 'em
The driver and the vehicle
Much as I was blessed at infancy
So I wish to be empowered
To multiply the return
Dauda Onawola
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
EXPERIMENT
It is possible you see it
See or see not
It remains immortally unexpressable
Life has no definition at all
Some things work here and fail there
Some works now and fail later
That was a major error
Seeing things is an entire condition
If you really met the light
As in walk out of darkness
Keep mute and stay away
Do not go into it
Keep unto the narrow path
Strong is your chance and hope of coming out
But most probably not understand
Do not step into the ditch
The first and foremost precaution
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
THE BOY BY THE ROAD (Part I)
He is the mirror of his own reflection
The wails of hardship and lamentation
Long curtained from his affections
The veils of which were in shadow
A pimp of his past from the window
Aligned the pains of a widow
Played from his memories in book
A tail from which the world must look
The pot where burns and pants are cooked
The enjoyable suns he trod
Eating from stones and rods ……….
And several chores too odd
A page earlier to read
The rhythmic chorus he heeds
From one head to another head
To guard his empty tummy
Written by
Muhammad Abdullahi B.
BLEACH
No matter how clear is the sky
There'd be some dark cloud
Yes, by the sky originally is clear
The thriving place for plants and motiles
Mother Earth is the sweet home of life
Fire in the appropriate situation
Is to aid human meal and some other things
Water to soften the ambience
Water to house life in water
Human in part said water is life
The elements meant to house life
Four of them to please the living
In their immortality
Function to support the mortals
Easen all of live
One can trap the history of Man
Yes, how and what it was like at start
Lot done in the best of intetions
In the interest of then and now
Greeds and the likes darkens the soul
The world was originally innocent
All to be done
Is to bleach the world in material
The possibility of which is wind on Jupiter
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
SIDE EFFECT
This is a point
About the incesssant motions
Of live and the living
Of the elementary immortality
Think not
Even of what becomes of the after life
Assume it's an unending sleep
Yes and true
Hustle is the spirit of life
The soul of the ghetto
Talent is the first son of perfection
Be at best, exhaust the talent
All you can to survive, please do
But
Mind life in entirety
All the efforts of man
Had it been positive
Harmless as possible
When need be, least harmful
To the ambient world
Earth now
We may read as the synonym of paradise
Prosperity we must seek
But it is fate
Written in conditions beyond human reach
There is no need to go evil in her name
Let us go after it
Following an avenue
With positive side effects
Much as we can and all of the time
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
AKINTUNDE
In my last dream
I saw a boy and a girl
In thick, heavy, brown clothings
Their hair scanty and unkempt
They were doing the agro in the ancient way
Hitting things to reveal their content
Kernel of palm very hard
They looked like slaves
The boy got to a spot and sank very sharp
His name was Akintunde
Akintunde, the brave one has come again
The girl looked so blank
Maybe seeking what went wrong deep in her
It was an old woman narrating to an old man
I heard her voice so clear sayin that
The land has swallowed Akintunde
What a pain in hell?
Where is the girl's partner?
Could it be the woman's son?
Could the man be the father?
Akintunde!!!
Where are you?!!!
It's a must now that I ask
You appeared in my dream
Now my friend so close to my heart
Oh you mother Earth
I have a new friend and his name
Akintunde, the god of the land
Akin,
I want to see you again
Other Earth
Could you vomit Akintunde
Now that I'm awake
You have my blessings wherever you are now
And...
I love you Akintunde, the god of land
You took away a lot
come back with 'em
Or send 'em to me
With your sign on 'em
Your hands if not you
My Akintunde, the brave
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
CONFESSION
I was born weak
Though with ample strength
In the internal realm
I say no to growing weak
Numerous things from the ghetto
It's a but
That only a little gets back home
Bests you see
Possess diamond as the backbone of hope
Another reason why
The subject should not break in time
Here, they call me this
There, they call me that
They didn't name me just like that
It's truly because I be this
Sometimes too, I be that
On the ladder of time
I climbed the years
Yet not sure what height to declare
Hurdles and the likes, some I jumped
I can't even start that, journey still on
Name for the grace, I do not know
For and from the almighty
So I beleive
This or that
Parts of the legend is bigger than the hero
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
YOUNG MAN
My name is Young Man
Sometimes ago I was smaller
Now, I am stout
If you wish, you may spell out the differences
I can't see my own heart
But I can and will read it
Are you one of those
That call me Nothing
While I am Young Man
I've seen and I'm seeing
Even you have not and cannot see everything
Grossly,
Tell me your superiority over me
The something that you bear
Was nothing and no more Young Man
I won't say I'm better anyway
Yes, this is stout Young Man
Hello Mr Old Man
You know what I don't
Really yes and maybe true
When my name changes too
What if I saw a wider gamut
I listen to you Old Man
But tell me the rules
You never even got to it
Whatever we fill the box with
You and I ain't taking a step beyond terminal
Strength and weakness
Beginning and end
All must phenomena
In the story and all through
To a boundary that no one shall ever transgress
Am I even human
No, I am Young Man
And what is Young Man
Indefinite potential
Infinite prowess
The universe
And all of space is not enough
Only time is the boundary
It will never die
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
DREAMER GIRL
She lives in a world not near
She is always happy, smiling and dancing
The only reason Earth is unsafe for her
You might think she is an alien
She is just like you and me
Very real like all the things
From where she does live
She still smiles on the race
That the little children may come out to play
The life of a galaxy
Queried size
Oh you beautiful lady of the moon
You did't hear of her
But severally, i a state or so
You and even you
Must have seen the dreamer girl
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
BLESS ME NOW
All the things so wished for
A palace and a mobile mansion
Cool this and hot that
Shall be possessed with believe
But when
The prayer to the almighty
For the want to be personality
And all of the above
The road to being smooth
Royal and shining
The ups to be lowered
The downs to be raised
Levelled platform for the journey
Before the time we wait for
In addition
Bless me now
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
TROUBLED SEARCHER
The saying of my people
Reality that lasts
Till the end of time
They said
"Long life or no worries, you have to choose one"
See what man made himself
What we craeted with our hands
Are the reasons we are lost
The cause of the move without direction
"O pe laye, oju re koni ribi, okan ni o fowomu"
One mystery that is immortal
Is that all the worries
All the questions
All the pain
And the gain so far
Did not bring out from darkness
The definition of life
Even the shortest life is troubled
But it never made a difference
"Eni waye ko raye, eni raye ko damo"
He who looks for life doesn't see it, he who sees it doesn't recognize it
Despite all the troubles
For the short and long lives
No one ever found it
DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG: @d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA
onawoladaud@gmail.com
Compiled by: Dauda Onawola
