WIBENATURE

Egungun yi sora re Egun bi eyin osi  Egungun yi fura sirare Okuta bikaun osi Egungun makoja aye re Iyo loga awon yerupe Egungun yi mo iwo ara re Egungun bi Lebe si Tani je foju di Ladogba Ninu egungun. Ajobiewe akoni onijo ni Oga olokiti si ni Dasofunjo Ile gbogbo won Loje Ti o ni ogba oro. Ojetunde agbo ile Alagbaa Lo to wa. Se bi baba egungun ni Ile ti won se. Ba ba mo ki, Are-oje egungun Olori gbogbo areku jaye ni. Are-oje o! Ojelarinnaka o wa moju to Awon omo re ti nrin ihoho Woja yi. Omode iwoyi o naani a nwoso Reja mo, ekisa loku ti won wo. Are-oje o ! Ojekomologbon o wa mu atori  Fun omo alainitiju ti nboju bora Wa atori na awon alawose ti won ba oje lojuje. Are-oje o! Ojerinde omo aku lodo ma fara kan omi. Igbori, Omo ku nile kodaa pon Oku eko awon ni ijagudu akara. E fakara bomode tagba  Ki e fi Eko kowon logbon asa. Sebi odundun le ndaso fegun Ti ngbagere lara won. Are-oje o! Ke si, Are-ilu ko filu kowa lasa igbaye. Are-ilu ki opa bolu  O nfi ok...

It is an inky mouth The whiting tooth had been dyed Yet they clean their mouth Three times in a day. It is a bloody eye The neutral the eye's ball had been contaminated Yet they tear when they lament In the time of sobering. It is a bushy head's hair The natural growing hair had been attached Yet they lack appreciate the horses and moles in sacrifying it's hairs. It is a slipped sleep in a spot She pours out blood all over the place Yet she could never stop vomitting. She is behind the long time problems. It is an amazing grace She will bear his deeds in peeps Yet the loads is less heaviest to carry It will soon be weigh to lament out. They are closet to my heart They are in next breath to my spire Yet they are the warlords in my veins Soon my blood will flow of their body. The pairs of shoes are given to the Legs impairment to dance on stage. They take away the costumes of the masquerade at the ovationed time as their respire. They give hens to take cows, give ...

THE STONES OF STORIES  by Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele  They marked the story of life It kept the stones to document The events of their fore fathers. They belong to the aborigin of  the kins as a father of the kings. They marked the story of a town It kept the records of the events The magic of the Establishment Is to be a learner at all costs To show the deciever in the garden. The magic of the Earth Is full documentation of the crabble. Stone crackers struggles to archieve The glory of the builder's senses, Keep the Earth to the Earth. One by one in collecting the pebbles One per day amounts to a hill of stones.  The trippled drops of the water become a pool. The smoking rubbish lits to a burnt litter. I did never drink liquors and beers But I do give to the gyms, I love this flowers giving to the Right spouses at right stages. The steps go with the rhythms. My mother breastfeed for years I breadfeed myself for some years The dreams feed me to grant my missions ...

It starts in visual studio to the dream The beats of the warriors sound As a thunderstorm on the rock of the top. This is a sign of the great battles in the field of life. In a nightmare the arms was given Later in the day the prophecies was brought to the heart of the warlords. The warlocks in the next night as a wedding night. The hunter lonely searched for Invaders on only one yard white wrapper. The warlords dead to the dream of wars, while the butties of the war remain. Their children must leave a legacy not as their forefathers lost in a wayward war. The curses fade to the great warriors. I am never being a laughter to the dreams of a white mansion, but the history most never repeat the dreams again like wars to whom who gave a war, the grudges to those kindle it's. The film of the family has been attached to the bloody war in the dreamscape. The winning windows lay on the bloody lullabia. Give a doll to the kids, give a day to be kind. A day off among the day the...

THE GIFTS AND DESTINY  by Gbadegesin Akeem Ayodele  Almost every new cloth becomes old and aged.  The cotton wool will fertile the land in return. Almost every old seeds regerminate to the seedlings.  A plant can never live the life of the seeds. Almost all new things becomes old only reemeblishing makes a life gains. A beat and rebeat make an inventor of an earliest time. Almost an incarnate of letters makes a word and th e world. Almost all records are astral destinated to manifest in a time. Always natural to see the springs of human being in emotional words. Always sure to sense the heat of the efforts to explore a feeling. Almost fall again and again the water that goes to a vapour. In beginning, the air create the fire,  the heat gives out of fire to bond as water, the larva cools to be rocks and earth, you're the weather. Almost fall again and on the traps that you make with your own hands.  Your creations that dwindle the future of your...