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HUMAN RACE

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

END OF TIME

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.

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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