Segun Ozique

People draw lines and privileges rules Who belongs is based on content that Sometimes are determined by the weight Of your pocket personality or potty bank Only he called Obatoyinbo junior Mr. Hutzpa Would not give an ado about what status  Make you eligible for considerations of who Ought and can be part of his inner circle Now it seems, his apostles trends his ideals And, luckily I’m at in line rather than outside And that I consider privilege nearly forgotten Grateful I’m the eminence brotherhood rules This Inner Circle is not about fear or exclusion But about synchronising our hearts as minds.

You are so young a nymph I see through To make me want to wrap you in blanket Keep you warm from cold reach of prying eyes Umbrella keeping you from so many early wets So you waste not bits of warmth and hope A preserve meant for your time in future when Life feeds you stormy ageing as fading beauty If only I be the one longed to take your hands But I cannot be for I have a conflicting crotch.

  Like the steel door closed, until all noise are no more Human, plants, animals, properties, fine or beastly Like all come to dark when silence reins in; light out That neither tumbles, lightening, waves, wails nor roars changes But still, death is nought but metaphorical; a simple symbolism  Humans come, love and live in a time and space then give Or plants that grows, serves; consumed or rot to nought Like breeze that touches passing; sweet but moves on Like morning turns afternoon then evening that must scheduled In this fountain called world, we are like but as in willow Death we call it for convenience stands for taking turns A placative metaphorical euphemism for moral riddance

  Friendship is an engine making life worthwhile.  A friend to confide in, your troll of banters Brings hard time and suffering bearable,  Drives pleasures to height of most intensity. Money and women when pursued in greed  Like bad oil and adulterated fuel applied to engine Is bound to knock engine as would friendship    That, whether or not best, carries degree of hurts A hurt so badly: thinking thought of such deed For truly this girl seen from far a twinkling star Was my handiwork, my bequests of wrapt gift Thinking no mountain or valley can touch us I pray you find gold in the greed of your mount Above all, I still treasure our decades of friendship

The human Being is habitual routine creature Individually we have what we do automatically Mine as most is see what messages I missed Habit not addictive is progressive as positive Mine, my prayers remain to lead all day long On plotted journey that adds value to my life Imagine first message on my phone, turned on Picture and words from one sweet as delicate Epistle told in million words-stare at my picture So now I’m all smiles-such good thoughts on a Beautiful morning of bright glowing sunshine Whist birds of my vicinage yet croon. Surreal.

  Many years I have come through, weathered Raged and weary but dogged and determined To move beyond societal destined prescription Through restricting beggars principles to abide I made my bones; draw boundaries of my own From which I have endeavoured not to strain Even as the bands I made of my friends have I refused partaking as sheep won’t with wolfs When I look behind counting lines I crossed Seeing what obstacles I have strivingly devilled Knowing this short journey called life is a raffle Pressed I must to gather strength to do the bits What burning the fire in me can consume such That my demise would have not mine foraging His mates garbage pails to make decent living Plenty of which I have, do and would see as be

  In the serenely beautiful estate of Bamishile is The House, 44, home to fortune as blessings Home as safe haven away from the disease Ravaging the entire city and causing havoc Yet, though it roves around like heifer grazing Planted plants of greenery walls protected us As trees danced sweetly to the breezy beats. Children found so much peaceful arena to play While adults would drink to fill, flowers ferment Outside surrounding as floors inside exquisitely Clean: an effervescence of decency as culture Until an invasion of Jezebel an incantation vile  Cursed to dress as walk like pig in coloured dirt  Who turned the cynosure place 44 a stink alley 

Beautifully are the ideas and the aroma brings Colours grade as ideas exquisitely thought out Consumption of them, the ultimate dream stuff Strange though are the hands and heads makers One hand maiden, softly sweetly spoken taken Like scent of magnolias fresh as it sweetens Unwinded by her kids ably swings unhindered Endlessly strewn though are her takes as ideas Here however are the stranger still of the fruity True gutters are needed for a gathering of rain So, two good fruits combined makes for quality But mixed with strange as loose and rotten one Something of such always run a course to loss For darkness always wait to take light reverted

  A moment of sweet surprise I got today It is Adedayo, the fruity woman’s birthday Good trees do not bear bad fruits she showed Days back was my altercation with her partner Suppose that her root was one such that bears Bad blood on the root to take to the leaves and As would the strange bearing of discord fruits Take be bear endless train of estranged strains But to my office she breezed today gift in hand Her face the scent of magnolias fresh as sweet Her gait, like the remains of her body, delicate Her nicety is devotional even the devil be quell  Thank you Ms Adedayo for your thoughtful gift May your new year journey bear sweeter fruits

Family can turn a circle of strength When every birth of the Union turns up To the joy of a particular moment shared 2nd of February was the turn of Obehioye Of who next anticipated to take the joy a notch Same prayerfully be the bind in times of crisis Maybee, you are like last ray of sun; shining to And lightening that bit that was darkened path That was the Alabi legacy; the tower of a man Who lived kindness, love, shoulder to everyone But, his immediate children who neither death Today has been able to stop from their destiny Today is a good day to look to heavens from Where the angels takes him from limbo, home.

  One thing you never allow taken from you: That inherent nobility the good Lord bestowed; The bit, sunshine which poverty touches not Which you should forever hold onto, is dignity Let them at any rate take away whatever: strip Away your ability to feed well, cloth well the etc That bits about prestige self respect, decency Are yours, an inalienably yours to keep or give So, when they come, have hurt you to lower Your self-esteem but someone brings you ray Of reality, do not let where they have drag you Have you fighting that appraisal opportunities Yes, often you may have to put pride aside But not to loose class, importance or honour.

  Dear darling, you are life untapped love Eros Dept of your sexuality, wonder-filled fairy tale. Every wake to witness such love 💕  , a miracle For that I’d not leave what need said today For if this day had not come you ought note My true thought always as has been is that Often as nature’s gifts are taken for granted So too your warmth and charm unappreciated Every bits apart you are missed: your heart the Gateway way and extension of a lover’s soul Every of your unsaid feelings is cherished as Your condor as passion making love, treasured

  Often I’m once awhile drawn to debate   I always manage getting through... Because I know who I am, I live in my skin And, know difference to stand to narcissism Can’t stand Nazi-like, lamp post, I stand assured Not some, paperweight, Confused.