Yorubaseeker's Blog

As we crash our morning sleep To contend with the challenges of life‎ So do we go late to bed at night Making it look like sleep is not part of life. As we rigorously toil all day To put food on the table at night Still we end up deteriorating our body system Like the food is not suppose to keep us healthy. Life give us life in the morning Making us feel like today is the day And she knock us down in the night Like there won't be another tomorrow. We start our life process with a cry Like we are not suppose be here And people help us do the last cry Like we are not suppose to leave here. This is what goes around This is what comes around This is the human living This is the hustle spirit.

Dear Lola, So am I a traitor Or am I a coward Which is it tell me I'm tired of looking inwards Some people I do not know were killed so I should surrender my life? Two blasts yesterday occurred On the ground was shrapnel; flaming sons spawned the children of ticking time bombs So father the retired soldier urged me to sign up Before I go I must inform u of this my new way forward I leave tomorrow in my ironed uniform Of khaki shorts and white tops, blacks gloves too Oh! Did I tell you I now wear boots And gone are the days where I wore expensive shoes. Dear Lola, Life here is fun, well not really I've been made a fighter pilot of course I'm just in training My dear I want to fly but this flight involves killing I must leave now my quarter master is fast approaching. Dear Lola, Its been six months already I've been commissioned so quickly They all seem to think I'm ready Myself and my friends The flying thunder squad team I'm the co...

That one thing that keeps you alive; probably music and u lost it. Beethoven relates to music  Yours could be love. Well you gonna find it soon.                     BEETHOVEN My fingers played the strings all night I must have put my head to work Just to make a thought that its alright Am sure this happens often than it ought But i have this unsettled feelings Don't know to whom i should turn That i lost my Beethoven Clouds before it rains Pain presides my tears Those scribbling and smell of ink have my gut hungry for words My lines are filled with signs of my ryhmes and solfa Oh I look out far from here If I could find a better sound 'Cos all I can think of is a Beethoven Written and composes by Joshua Adeshina aka op_j.x.z©

The thing about our inner demons is... Nobody ever seems to notice We're nose deep Sinking in our own bloodpool And with every inch we sinking... We smile and cover our hurts with cackles of laughter The message is screaming at them But they choose to listen to the faint sound of "I'm fine" They ignore the sound Of our hearts breaking on the background We're learning to love But just as tough Is a million people expecting you to be their good samaritan We are so close to each other And the glue seems to be fake smiles and plastic teeth Nobody cares about the pain wrapped up in that blunt The only thing he learnt to pass was that Joy Paper And he only knows Sativa is the botanical name of his bestfriend The only girl who didn't look right through him was Mary Jane And She is so angry at the world Nobody loves me is her mantra and when a man comes close is because he can't come from a distance. She slits her wrists and hopes to crash i...

Oppressed by honourable melancholy An anguish of knowledge and intelligence Held my heart in manacles of humility And my breast blooms of imperfect joy Life weeps more because vain it weeps Our backs bent to carry the catastrophe The personification of abstract – faith Volition and passion were satisfied Building our faith on politics and mountain If the man whose chameleons die often on Another man’s barbecue ashamed not; The man who owns the barbecue should be And God is so perfect and quiet To things that are than death important It is the battle of two perorated animals One has long horn and the other short Short horn large in size; long horn mini I cannot tell whose weight is better But one could lock the other outside That outside – we bend our heart to God With hypocrisy I think God should know If you were there last night There were pithy cold and catarrh With broad denial of identity in just congregation A revolution of will and countered will Col...

Tired Of life you see, The bird sings Yet no melody in it, Searching and seeking, Nothing beckoning. Of health you see Muscular yet faint, Walking around you fear Shall I faint "you despair" Shivering and shaking, And no movement. Of people you see Malice and backbiting, Trust is shattering, So many you know, Very little to show, With no one to trust. Of love you see True love you say, Infatuation you mean Breaking hearts, A sorry not enough; Fragile yet shattered. Tired you say Of life you see. Of health you see. Of people you see. Of love you see. God is never tired you see He remembers Zion, Understands the heart, So perfectly you see, By God he says; Oh weary and tired, Call unto me, And I will answer. Fulfilment I see. Love I see. Health I see. Live I say. Believe I say. Written and composed by IDUNDUN ABIMBOLA

A Love, a selfless love A Love unlike any other A Love that wants nothing, expects nothing But to be loved in return A Love that gives everything, a Love that's endless I do not deserve this, no I don't But it's happening all the same, You entwined my life with yours Now, I can't ever leave you Now, I'm joined with you forever Your beauty is unlike any other Enhanced by a smile that uplifts spirits Your touch, your voice, very soothing Like a balm, to my aching soul And when I'm with you, all my worries vanish And so, I make this promise, To always love and cherish you, To be by your side even if the world deserts you, To care for and always protect you Because, baby, you complete me

I am poetry I speak with love I feel with pain I see with feelings I'll touch your heart And love your pain I'll stare at your memories And share your shame I'll talk to your soul And listen to your brain I am happy I am hurt I am words I am alone I am with you I am missing you I live in the thoughts That you struggle to say I am loves slave I am pains grave I am a poetic wave. Written and composed Adediwura

ASHAKE The mysterious lady of all time You cause battles among men's without stress The debate about you still at the helm of man's affairs ASHAKE Arewa, amongst all ladies Even the queens bow at your beauty Out of your beauty the princess wanna take a filthy ASHAKE Afinju, that detest any spot of dirt Your eyes so white as the snow As the stars fill the sky, so your eyes shine bright ASHAKE You cause battles among kings Even the slaves adore you The merchant wanna give you ring ASHAKE Even the animals adore your beauty The birds sing of you at their meetings The fishes swam up to see you bath ASHAKE The one with that charming smile Those set of tooth always shining bright With just a wink make the men go high ASHAKE Even plants adore you The trees wave at your beauty while passing Even the spirits you keep distracting ASHAKE My father wants you in our abode My siblings wanna call you their wife Even the whole town wants you around ASHAK...

She was there before I got my visa By me she sides when I wore akisa Even when I had a severe fever And she forgot to shave her beaver Because I couldn't afford a shaver My love in her heart was still non-negotiable even for a bidder She could even give me her bladder Because our love had out grown like a cancer Remember when we drank garri And hid from my Barry Because we couldn't pay in cowry And our house rent had been due since January Our lives wasn't flowery But you stayed though I didn't pay your dowry Your parent asked for a cow that produces milk that is a diary But still you wrote my name all over your diary You remember when I cried? I wanted to die But you didn't want to wish me bye So you faked smiles So my life could be beautiful like a multicoloured dye You told me all will be fine Without collecting a dime When she owe and couldn't pay When all hope was lost and we forgot to pray We were being tomented like an injured...

I dragged golden pen with fate keeping my weak fate in race We work in dark and late who knows when it pays I keep seeing stars in pocket My daily dream is getting rocket many wet days with dry pocket But where lies my success? Who knows! Who knows Where investor bj get is game where olamide get his fame Should I blame the fame ? Or flame the blame? Bed denied me sound sleep empty pocket makes grief Eliminate to make ease Gently my soul leave Call me when fate answer And we ride a Benz and venza When all hustle pay in naira And the devil become liar Why destiny keep me so long Who knows where my life wrong I pray the storm is not long. Written and composed by Adeosun 2017 IG: Positivistofficial

                                                       Hi guy’s longest time, so someone sent this to my inbox and wanted to be anonymous she  wanted to share a peek of  ‘HIM’ He makes me smile, He makes me laugh, He makes me happy, He makes me angry, He makes me jealous, He makes me feel loved, He cares for me, He is my morning. He is my sunshine. He is my happiness He is my best friend. I met him first over a year ago in a place I least expected (church)… I felt the connection the first time I heard him sing, he didn’t even know I existed then…                                            ...

Okay, you want me to teach you how to compose a "poetry", Is that even possible? Okay, you believe nothing is impossible, Although, I also believe this, But, can I teach you? Am I capable of doing that? Poetry is from the mind, Nobody teaches you, You have it in you, You just have to be observant, and get ready to learn, Talk to your inner self Your inner self will help you, The way will surely be shown to you! Do you still find it hard to learn poetry? If yes, you did not follow my given order, "Observation" plus "readiness to learn" and lastly, "good communication", Is the key. Wow! You have finally done it, Did you compose this? You are now a poet, Oops, Did I just say that? You can't be a certified poet, Until you inspire a person, Through your writings, You may not know, But, You have a powerful tool in your hands, And it is, "YOUR PEN" written and composed by ...

                                                                                             I write this with a sad heart, As I have my sober reflections, I remember the days I had dreams, ambition and purpose, The years my dreams were intact! I was 14 years and 9 months old, Just fresh from my junior school getting into my Senior years, I had that dream of becoming a "neurosurgeon" and owning my own business, Then I started my journey into my teenage years not knowing things, Oblivious of the world's distractions, Then I fell into the pit of distractions, complacency meeting "dem babes",  Smoking "dem craze" and "dancing my days off". In a twinkle of an eye, I became 18, finished high school got into ...

I repeat no animal like lion in the jungle, No bird like ostrich in the forest, No food like pounded yam among the Yorubas, No man like the woman. Her beauty is like a soft glow of light to the world, Her whole life is a sacrifice for the satisfaction of her home. Even her youth days are clouded with "don't" and "never". Too educated,she is a victim of fakers, No education,she is a liability. She is like a tree that can't be still because the winds won't let it. So tell,isn't she precious? Written and composed by  Kolajo Blessing©

A loaf of bread is now an instrument of injustice, Our unity has been slaughtered by feeds of the ravens Still,the generation of the birds sings through our sighing, The flocks sincerely lives while we are keeping strife. In their old glory we still rejoice. Unknown to them that old star is getting weaker day by day. Old vessels on the seat of governance, Trying to buy my future with the cheapest notes and pen, I asked,is this the education you were given? They turn themselves to farmers of harvest, The land of the queen is their hidden cottage. My teacher used to say"children are the leaders of tomorrow" I say to you,my tomorrow has come,but my hairs are turning grey, Is there any other tomorrow? My certificate is being devoured by hunger. All hail Boo-Harry. Who are the thieves? The fatherless lad with the passion to eat? Fraudulent lunatic in the market? Great midnight visitors of the rich? Or the political oldies whose graves are begging for their...

Having studied circumstances surrounding the world of women..... The gender insecurities, abuse, responsibilities, Feminism, the African belief of "Women belong to the kitchen", gender discrimination, strengths and flaws, the struggle through childhood to old age.... To mention but a few. I decided to come up with a poem which summarises all the experience in the words "The woman I Have Become ". I'm not writing in appraisal or discrimination, but in realisation. Happy women's day. I'm so proud to be a Woman. The Woman I have Become So much for a child, So much for a girl, So much I have seen, So much I have experienced, So much that hurts a while, So much I seem to overcome, So much I look back on, So much I wished would change, So much I wished would remain, So much in this I was engulfed, So much I have become. Life has taught me a lot Life nurtured me along, Life gave me a little that counts so much, Life hurts me to heal me...

The world best creation. And no,there's no discrimination. Produced to produce. That human version of blessing. Isn't that amazing? Her vitreous humor,captures big visions. Her ears pick the cries of her loved ones. Her upper limbs, produces all the care they'd ever need. Inside her heart lies all the love in the world. HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY. ©BoluAde

Am feeling sleepy, Let me retire on my bed, Just now, I remembered something, What If i slept and never woke up? Take it or you leave it, Every time you sleep, You die automatically, But if you are able to wake, Your time to die, Is not ready! There comes dream, What is dream? I honestly don't understand it, What if I eat "pounded yam" and "egusi soup" in my dream? Will I be in trouble for that? Is it really connected to evil? How I wish my sleep, can be connected to heaven, I would like to see it for a second, If you say am in a hurry, Then, yes I am! Can you see what I did? I merged "death", "food" and "heaven" together I connected them to dream! When I sleep tonight, I pray I don't die, I have eaten already, So I don't need any food in my dreams, At least for now, I would be glad if I can see "heaven", and not die permanently! Written and composed by  Creative Lopez  ...

   Firstly, what's emotion? Emotion is any strong feeling someone feels towards something or somebody and breakdown is to disrupt something from its existence. In this case when I mention emotions, I'm referring to love- that story feeling one has towards a particular person. Falling in love with someone and hoping to have a good future, that's what most people dream of. Although, most times such dreams never come to reality. An average teenager nowadays is into a relationship, even if not long lasting, or just for fun or pleasure.     Most people go into a relationship thinking it's love, thereafter the relationship sees an end and they say "if I had known", but then it would've been too late. Emotions lead to love, but at the same time not all emotions lead to love. The theory that whenever you walk up to someone you feel shy and can barely talk and when the person isn't around, you can't stop thinking about him/her is LOVE, is false. If...