DON'T GIVE UP


Don't give it a thought

Don't give it a chance

Don't try to be shake

Don't give it up


You are strong than strongest pillar of philistine

Don't fall like the fallen star

Don't walk in a loser's way

Stay strong


Winner never quit

Quitter never win

Believe in yourself

You'll make it to top


It will come to past

Bear it more, a little

You can withstand the pain

It's just a matter of time.




08-11-2016

10:20am

©Stefan

Olanrewaju Bolaji





Source: https://stefanbook..com/2018/06/dont-give-up-by-stefan.html

Passenger.


For Chinua Achebe
The sun withdraws its yellow eye and you gave in slowly to a new dawn of old parturition; it has been known, when man closes his last eye, he has kicked th' bucket.


His Black Soul, who was his black boy has lived on this hill of shedd'ng rocks 'n' our soul has left us, when he did. were we not to live as memories? we're pilgrims in the credo of living.
What essence does he speaks, if not from him? we have barrels of wine and our cups are swept by the wind, yet we drink all our passion and hold our knuckles against our fist.


Was it not here, that things fall 'part? and we close both eye, to see 'is eye — and we think of thought, and what 's left. is it not unwell, that while we entrust ourselves here, we're pilgrims?
Beloveds, wander as the cloud ev'n at its silent rumble. the constellations is in our palm, are we not the Black Boy he left? life rests not in shroud, but its breath.


You're gone inner and outer, gone. no moon, no ground, no sky, no you. and we are not close to be far; for, we're the shadow of your books and the murmuring of dry dust.


If the cage is kept, is the bird of his lips rent, or his wings plucked as bitter fruits? sweetness, is it not in struggle, as you did for us? is it not in the drunkenness
of the wetting mud? it is seen in the smooth weft of looming clouds and the emptiness of rain in a pregnant cloud. yet, is it not this life that you've lived, and we'll live?




Credit: "words from the innocent mind" Akinwale Peace Akindayo Philip Peace

source: https://stefanbook..com/2018/06/passenger-for-chinua-achebe.html

On the road of diverse

I’m blind

I choose to walk where there's no way

I pretend in pretense

just to deceive my own self

Through walk i was blind.



I’m blind;

For me to select what I supposed not to





I was deaf,

Many told me all their stories

Never took the path i chose

I was dumb to their words

I call it opinion of lay-man



Cocktail

Ponytail

Long tail

Short tail they give an end to me.



I was lost

Blind

Deaf

And later get dumb & dump

For that's what I supposed to get after all the warning.



©Stefan

OLANREWAJU BOLAJI


Source: https://stefanbook..com/2018/06/visible-blind-by-stefan.html

-Welcome Back-


Welcome back to my world

Rejoice rejoice in having you back

Feeling you near is such a relief;

Off incurable sore heal


I've passed through alot

I'd suffered alot without you

My part became incomplete when you are away

Everything around me looks abated


I have many in custody to exhibit

I got many tale to tell

Different tones in wary wave;

Scary, horrid is all they consists


Now that you are back

I bade you home with soft and sweet tone from harp and lyre

I present you the song of The Great Singer(David)

Stay with me,

Cope till end,

Endure forever,

As we are to be bond and fond of each other till call's day

Glad to have you back.


-Welcome.Back.The.Lost.Muse-
#Stefan
25-10-2016