ENSLAVED!

They broke into our borders,
Disrupt our peace,
Seize our land,
Confiscate our resources,
And put us in obscurity,

They took away our love boat,
And planted within us a seed of discord,
Our pride was trampled upon,
They took from our mouths the songs of joy,
And hung them on the roofs,
So that our hands would not reach,

Bound in shackles and chains,
Being surpressed by an upper hand,
We could raise no head,
Strangled by the string of overwhelming force,
Embittered by the brutality of the white hand,
We felt like gold in the smith's furnance...

TO BE CONTINUED...
Copyright Lysious

THE TRUE STARS

They are not the celebrities we celebrate,
Or the divas we admire,
Neither the media personalities we adore,
Nor the rich and famous we exalt,

Hidden from the cameras they are,
Far from the spotlights they remain,
Unrecognized by the media they exist as,
And unknown to fame they continue,

They were not born with a silver spoon in their mouths,
Or conceived into royalty,
Neither were they surrounded with an opulence of wealth at their delivery,
Nor drenched in riches upon their arrival into this world,

But they are the hands behind the scenes,
The stars that shine from the darkest clouds,
The ones with a purpose for which they live,
And the true heroes and heroines of our generation,

They are those that weathered the storms of congenital defects and lineal disabilities,
To rise to the top and remained humble,
The actual movers and shakers of our world,
And the pillars of the downtrodden and destitute of our society,
They are the real stars.

GRASS TO GRACE- THINGS FALL APART

CHAPTER SIX
BACK TO GRASS
The first semester in the Oxford University was really very easy for Abayomi, Kunle and Bisi who had made all their papers with excellence. For Kunle, and Bisi the second semester started off auspiciously, but this was soon going to change. Kunle’s parents had just moved into their new apartment in town and their children were regularly sending money to them. The money soon intoxicated Mr. Taiwo that he became extravagant and close to the bottle. He would go out every morning and come back very late. When he  returns, he turns his wife into a punching bag, when she tries to scold him.
Mrs. lyabo couldn’t stand her husband’s recent incessant alcoholism and hostility towards her, and so had to go packing. She moved into a new apartment distant from her husband’s. The news of their parent’s rift had a traumatic effect on their children, and they gradually started loosing concentration on their studies. In fact they had three carryovers in the second semester and had to start all over again. The British government thus had to confiscate their apartment and withheld their monthly allowances. This even worsened the entire situation.
Two months later Kunle and Bisi moved into Abayomi’s apartment with the intention of being domiciled there until they sort themselves out.  . Abayomi gadly received them into his apartment and sympathized with them over all that ha appened. Weeks ran into months, and months into years, yet the siblings had not sorted themselves out.
“I can’t continue like this” Kunle said to himself.
“No matter how rough the road is there must certainly be a way out” he added stamping his foot as he left the room.
Kunle and Bisi had soon lost interest in their academics and were now both interested in money-making. In fact, they were no longer thinking of their parents. Kunle soon joined a gang of robbers called, “THE BIG GUYS”. Bisi had turned herself into a commercial sex partner. They had surprisingly ignored their parent’s advice and were no longer the morally-behaved and innocent children their parents had raised them to be.
One night Abayomi saw Kunle through a lattice window exchanging guns with a group of suspicious men. Not knowing that someone had seen him, Kunle quickly ran into the house and was about sneaking into his room, before he was shocked by an unexpected voice from behind. It was Abayomi.
“Where are you coming from by this time of the night and what is in that bag you are carrying?” Abayomi asked.
“And what business of yours is it?” retorted Kunle.
“You see Kunle we are like brothers, and I would not sit back and watch you ruin your life. We all came here with the goal of making the best of ourselves academically and to make our parents, clan, and nation proud” Abayomi said in a still voice trying to advice Kunle.
“Oh spare me that my ‘ brooother” it’s all over! My apartment had been confiscated and my monthly allowances withheld. So you see I have to struggle to make a living. So you dont just worry your head about me, I’ll be fine” Kunle replied in defense and walked into his room. Not having the intention of creating a scene, Abayomi decided not to confront Kunle about what he had seen outside. Bisi had been to a brothel that night with a white man and so did not come home that night. Abayomi had to tolerate the excesses of his friends because he believed that one day they'll come to their senses.

WHY GIVE IT UP? II

But the queen of this castle is you,
You run this,
This is your nest,
You decide which bird(s) nest,
It is your hive,
It's your choice which bees live,
But let me ask you,
Do you really want to give up all your stuff,
So easily!

You say you love him,
You are sure you would marry him,
But sometimes  the "knowingness" of a known person becomes surprisingly unknown,
The familiarity of a friend becomes the unfamiliarity of a stranger,
Even if you are sure he is the one,
Why would you give up all your stuff?

You should make him buy the nest before nesting,
And pay for the food before asking,
You are a treasure,
He should seek you, to find you,
You are a jewel,
He should purchase you, legally,
Before using you, freely,

Why give it all up,
So soon, and so easily,
Why give it all up,
So quick and so freely,
Why?
Treasures are to be found,
With hardwork and determination,
They are not be sold out with a mere bait, and presentation,
Please keep your "stuff" for the right "stuff",
You don't need any "wrong" man to make you glow,
You beauty is within you, this you should know,

It is lack of confidence in yourself that makes you desperate,
It is lack of appreciation of yourself that makes you unappreciated,
There is a man for every woman, and a woman for every man,
Your life is not a competition,
Your "Mr. Right" is on his way,
So why do you want up to give up all your stuff?

WHY GIVE IT ALL UP?

Beautiful, Gorgeous, Ravishing, and sexy,
The desire of most,
Scintillating, Titillating, Enticing, and sassy,
The desire of a host,
Decent, Virtuous, Intelligent, an angel,
Every one's desire,

Face so smooth and round,
Shape so curvy and sensual,
A perfect creature,
Rear so attractive and calling,
Breasts so juicy and full,
A perfect feature,
The object of most's attention,
The subject of a host's obsession,

The sugar is set,
So the ants have formed a colony,
The hive is best,
So the bees have created a family,
Everyone is knocking,
On that beautiful door,
Everyone is seeking,
Willing to pour,
Desiring a bite off the cake,
And willing do anything for sure,
Even if it means being fake...