Thursday, May 19, 2011

Depth

I always wonder what exists inside a person. What else typifies or personifies the usual flesh and blood that we sight each day. I tend to believe that we are much more than the organic materials that covers our essence, much more than our eyes can see, more than our minds can comprehend. And today, I proved it yet again.

There's this hawt lil' Phd student in the Lagos Business School, who recently posted a note on facebook (who does that these days? RME). She's beautiful yeah...but beauty, sometimes, isn't enough. Depth is an uncommon essence, and such is reflected in this piece. I shouldn't say much. Lemme know what you think.

But before you do, remember the morale: we are more than what we think we are.Always remember who the next person really is. Not what he does, or how he does it, nor his mistake or frailties. Open your mind and look. And see.

Enjoy it!

PS: She's also my friend. My very good friend. Lol!

Miss Match

In a man’s world with a man’s drive and a man’s name
In a woman’s body with a woman’s heart and a woman’s pain
I need to fit in and I want to stand out
I must conquer the world and yet, my victory must not corrupt my humility

Miss Guided

Life is a game whose rules can depend on Grace or on tact
And love; a curveball, an illusion – only clear after the fact
The world is meant to be understood, says the philosopher
The world is meant to be left behind, says the believer

Miss Represent

There’s more to me if you’d only look within
But you cannot see past the clothes that I wear, my smile, or my hair...
I am a wealth of knowledge, a sea of curiosity, a lover of wisdom...
But then I distract you with my very need to appeal to you

Miss Conclusion

I know what you’re thinking; your eyes give you away
Your actions, they tell me you don’t mean what you say
But wait...I accused you, and then did the same to you
I didn’t look past that which I could see
I didn’t think twice about the things that I heard
I am the Judge and I am the jury.
And you are guilty because you are guilty.
You lost the case based on my conclusions –
I made my conclusions based on my preconceptions.
Fini.
(c) Segun Olomofe

Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Fool

Lay a whisper on my pillow
You heard the song once,
Now I'm singing it wrong. Dunce.
Yes, you. Fool!
You heard me. See,
Don't touch me
Don't even start:
I'm tired of you, and your katakata
So, biko, carry ur load from my heart. Patapata
I don't want you anymore.

It must have been love?
Shut up jor! it was nothing of the sort.
It was one lousy headache after the other
Recount all we went thru, hurt by hurt?
Where is the love?
In fact, don't go there.
It wasn't even chemistry
Twas more like chemicals flowing through our arteries
Why do you think my heart speeds up at the sight of you
as if plugged on overcharged batteries?
Love? Bullshit!
Had the same feeling driving at 140
Maybe I love the steering wheel as much
Or my pristine posh leather seats
Chemicals! Plain and simple
I don't love your smile, nor do I love your dimple
Don't let 'em deceive you
It's not me, it is you. If you're in love, you're the fool.

Deuces.