0

Profiting from death

posted on , by Michael Olafusi

Lagos is where I live And some other 15 million souls I'll tell you a little tale I once had a neighbour   Who profits from death Selling hand made coffins From woods that rot fast So this faith-ful day Having prayerfully secured a customer He was suddenly given the delivery job The coffin must be delivered that night He rented a ghost of a car That wasted half its fuel on unnecessary sounds And vibrates a little less than my grandpa's alarm clock After three hours on a 6km road With ...

0

Not a little loved

posted on , by Michael Olafusi

I am of most men most fortunate An object of numerous affections A source of ceaseless infatuations A point of innumerable considerations  A recipient of unmerited accolades A focal point of several love A store of overflowing delights A castle of spoken beauty A channel of hidden charm A mist of eternal swoon  Extremely dear to many Constantly reminded by few Never made to see my flaws Believed in beyond reason Trusted way too much And not a little loved&nbs ...

0

It is time that changes and not man

posted on , by Michael Olafusi

The capacity to change is beyond man That a monkey learns to walk like man Never makes it any less a monkey  No matter the brightness of the moon  No one will ever dry his clothes in it Even if the night be made brighter than day  The period of sleep will hardly notice Though man's dreams ceaselessly change And his desires are no less change freaks Yet his self and needs have not altered once All that embodies a man remain the ...