Keep Walking

Keep Walking

Cracking of the leaves, chirping of the birds
Rushing of the wind; Sound of the water against the rocks
He wondered if it was how being dead felt;
struggled to his feet, grabbed a tree branch;
And then moved on
His feet were sore, as though he walked on hot coal
His body aches, from the fall from atop the rock
One step at a time; he moved on
His clothes were torn, from walking into three branches
Torns sorround him, piercing every part within reach
Yet, he moved on
Then came the rain, with its heavy-slapping drops
He was so cold, he almost gave up a second time
All he wondered was, can a man die twice
But, he moved on
His wounds were sore, but he couldn't reach
For most her in the middle of his back
He couldn’t but wonder why they say; “dead people are gone to rest”
If heaven feels like this…
Yet he moved on
Weeks later, there came a roaring sound
He carefully turned towards the sound
There was a loud screeeeeeeeeeeeeech!
Alas! The truck driver came down and helped the blind man in.
if only we would keep moving, we’d someday get to the road.


©Prince Popoola Olamilekan

Love hurts

Love hurts

She only wished it never started; For it would never have to end
She finds it hard to believe; its eight years already
For it felt like a night of gloom!
How she wished she never played; for she wouldn't have had to stop
There he stood; professing his love

''J'aime toi...''he said

Captured in the prowess of the self-confident orator
There, yes! There she stood
Her pinnae wide open, capturing every single wave
Body so light
Heart beating fast; six thuds a second
Blood rushing to the head; cheeks reddening so fast
Goose pimples all over
Throat dry, and mouth with sweet-bitter feeling
Temperature rising so high
OH! how he ''toushed'' her soul!
Her heart longing for more sweet words
Receiving all without blinking
Thinking if she blinked, it would all go away
Just like the dreams we do not want to keep.
Oh! How she wished she had blinked
Maybe, just maybe...
Her heart would not be shattered.
Love hurts


©Prince Popoola Olamilekan

L-O-V-E

L-O-V-E

“…you hang up”, “no, you do”
…tiny words from the phone, just last week
Two lovers, heads o’er hill in that monosyllabic word…
“LOVE!”
So short, yet so strong a word
So potent, like the strongest portion from Prof. Dumbledore
Sharper than two edged sword
Thrashing all barriers in life
Seeming like a new world in the hearts of new lovers
Appealing to all senses, + extra senses
Like a sweet smelling salvon
It appeals to the sense of smell
Even if a lover wears no scents
The nose still smells something so nice
Making the mouth run comments 
Like a commentator from a football match
Like the rainbows
It appeals to the sense of sight
Even in rags
A lover’s appearance is like that of the royals!
……“Oh! darling, were you the cast in Cinderella!??!!”
“Oh, Prince, you must be the charming prince!?!?!”…
Like shocks from a live wire
Rimming with high voltage
It appeals to the sense of touch
Taking over every sense of touch that can ever be
Electrifying every part of a lover
With waves so intense
Yet Einstein never found a definition for it
Maybe “Eureka!” would have been said twice in the science world!
If he had found a meaning
The taste is amazing…
Fades the ink on Microsoft word even
It won’t just print on your screen
Unless you are over 18
But if you do not get to see it, it means you are still underage
But, honestly
If you see between the lines 33 and 34
You would catch up
But 
Some school of thought claimed it’s like Pringles
Once you pop….
…you can’t stop
To the ears
Loving has no limits
Oh! Love! Won’t you agree is the best thing to happen to you!
But when the tables turn…

Prince Popoola Olamilekan©

Tables turn

A letter from a lover when tables turned!! 

7th of December was always a day for my reminder to alert me…something that puts a smile on this wrinkled face, a smile of comfort, a smile of bliss, a smile of joy…each 7th, I give thanks to the almighty and to fate for bringing you my way. And the day is always complete with you in it…either on the other side of the phone receiver or in person. But, today…OMG! Well, I had the rush of blood as usual, happy, with radiant smile, deep breath and fingers at work, dialing 079……….,oops, it rang and rang all day long, for the first time in six years, I do not know your where about on our day. That day, the story of 7th changed. Well, change they say is the only constant in life. 
Each day I lay my head , at the closure of my eyes, the image is always there, washing my face in my bathroom, your lovely reflection is what I see in the mirror, the space allotted to you in my heart can and would not be obliterated. Well, I dunno, I keep reviewing the plans we shared, our laughs, tears, happiness, folly, brilliance…all I ever wonder is why? 
Why did you have to go? 
Why does it have to be me? 
Why should we not be together? 
Why…∞ 
Even friends ask, and I can’t say or I do not know how to say you are my Ex, though I know I have to learn to. It is very funny though, I can remember some SMS we shared and I said I can’t imagine you as my X, not knowing it would come right back at me. You know I know not how to love before you came into my life, when girls were the last things on my list, and now, I hardly see anyone good enough. Guess I have to learn, after my heart as been shattered to pieces that can pass thru the eyes of the needle, God help me. I know you think you know where I am going with this epistle, but, I don’t think so. I just let out my heart, I know you’ve chosen your route and probably a new love, and that’s what you feel is best, but honestly, I just wrote to wish you the best of luck in life and hoping you find happiness in your new lease of life. 

Heart broken

the twelfth month

the twelfth month

Finally, i am at the last door, the twelfth door
It has been a long journey
Many times, i get shaken up
and i tremble
But you raised me up
and reassured me
that they are just trying times
on the lows, you lifted me high
on the rough plains
you smoothened it all
there was the twelve doors 1051370 minutes ago
each room filled with baggages
and all these i must carry
oh! how i wonder
wondering how to go
28 stairs in one
30 in some
and 31 stairs in the others
leading me to each door as i move on
yet i walked thru
day and night
now, i stand in front of the last
the twelfth door
where i lay down all my baggages
to start the journey thru another
wow, how time flies
1051370 minutes has gone
despite the turbulence
despite the tides
the depressions
here i am
standing at the twelfth door
looking at all my baggages
counting them one after the other
leaving those meant to stay
and taking up the ones i will leave with
i put my hand to turn the knob
but it wont open
i tried with all my might
yet it wont
raised my big skull to the covering of the heart
and asked he that moulded me
what have i done wrong?
why do i journey all through the doors
and can't open the last door
he said to me...
"you forgot the most important thing!"
shocked and annoyed
filled with dismay
burning like the furnace
eyes racing through the baggages
head calculating size and weight
but, can't figure it out still
then he asked
"what is the greatest commandment"

L-O-V-E!!!!

then i remembered you!
oh how i wish;
....i held you!
...i helped you!
...i didn't do you wrong!
...i did not hate you!
Here i am
at the twelfth door
on bended knees
have i wronged you in the course of the journey?
humbly, my buccal cavity says sorry!
Gimme you hand, please.
Let us walk through the twelfth door together
I LOVE YOU!