Me n My POeTry




THE WORLD THINKS IT STRANGE

The world thinks it strange
That him and her be friends
Just ‘cos he’s got a girlfriend and she’s got a boyfriend
So you ignore one more of the very few persons who genuinely ‘love’ you
And swap the name ‘buddy’ for ‘wifey’ when you could have both
Further fueling their incapability to separate friendship from lust. 

The world thinks it strange
That you wanna be a singer with a guitar
Just ‘cos you’re the son of Dr. Mr. and Barrister Mrs.
So in anger you refuse the choir
And in conformity you exchange your guitar for grammar
Forgetting the place of your God given talent.

The world thinks it strange
That every morning you speak a language not of this world
Just ‘cos they don’t understand and refuse to speak
So you give your creator five minutes without connection
And mumble on your way out ‘it is well’ to yourself
Discarding the power to chart the course of your day.

The world thinks it strange
That after years of a ‘healthy relationship’ you walk away
Just ‘cos longevity ‘always’ end up in festivities
So you stay in a loveless relationship
And convince yourself that other things will make up for it
Forgetting that love is the greatest of all.

The world thinks it strange
That a girl like you gets a guy like him
Just ‘cos they say you’re ‘fat n ugly’ while he’s quite the charmer
So you hate him for trying to waste your time
And manipulate the inner beauty which he only sees
Trivializing the virtuous woman whom none can find.

The world thinks it strange
That one like you has the nerve to serve
Just ‘cos you’re neither a ‘thug’ nor a ‘conformist’
So you’d rather head another’s campaign team
And pitch your vision into his mission
Refusing to associate with ‘politics’ and exhibit your qualities.

The world thinks it strange
That I say to h*ll with the world
Just ‘cos they’d always think it strange
So you better embrace ‘your’ world
And revel in the realities of your distinctiveness
Giving God the assurance that he created you right.

Odu olubukola Titilayo; 
©2011.

DAYBREAK AT THE CRUCIFIX


At the wake of the dawn
I step onto the lawn
A realization hits
Just as the picture fits
A new day has come
A new hope is formed
Though the dew is cold
And instinctively I fold

Through the fog is my vision blurred
But clearly do I see my beloved
In all his glory and splendor
With all his strength and vigor
Smiling down at me
Telling me I’m free
just then I see the blood drop
And my heartbeat stops

Behold the cross!
The bearer of my savior
Symbol of my salvation
Source of my vindication
Stripes by which I am healed
Tears which for me plead
 My life suddenly turns gay
It’s going to be a beautiful day….

Ps: this poem reflect the several stages my life pass through every first few minutes of my mornings when I take my burdens and uncertainties to the Lord in the place of prayer.
Odu Olubukola t.
©2007


KISS MY TEARS
by Bukola T. Odu on Tuesday, December 22, 2009 at 6:39pm


In the corners of your streets
on the heaps of your refuse
beside the busy roadside
at the gates of your house
they wait...

In the heat of the sun
In the wetness of the rain
In the darkness of the night
and the light of the day
they wander...

under their dirt blackened skin
inside their numb hearts
out of their hunger ravaged belly
with their survival instincts
they cry...

waiting, wandering, crying................if only someone would kiss my pain.

P:S:- as you celebrate the birth of our Lord and your passage into the new year, remember to look above your head and reach out to the ones in need (of food, shelter, love, smiles, e.t.c.). Let the love of God be your motivating force in dealing with all men (that we might be true children of our heavenly father). HERE'S WISHING YOU ALL A MERRY XMAS AND A GLORIOUS NEW YEAR.
Love
Bukky.