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Sunday Olaniyi
Monday 24 October 2022

Drums and Crowd

It's as Early as the first drop of a water

Water from no ocean, just purification and sweat 

All are illusion. 

In a square garden full of grown habitant full of beard, squirk face,beautifying set of rags and a weakling nature of ideology 

Stretching and footing like a king in a Palace, living luxury in the sphere of dirt, fears and tears 


Comes a sound and word like a blowing breeze of Eden 

Shaking the ears with tunes of rhythm 

Dancing, moving,, laughing in an happy tree manners 

A sound move intrigue of Bullets, Aggression and Oppression 

Thereafter, a shining chariot with flames of fire and lightening shows a fang of and smile throwing stones with a whip leather asking 


"Lord'd we start the Dance? 

Lord'd we start the merry?" 


Shabbily! Shabbily!! Shabbily!!! 

We sing the joyous of our heart into iniquities 

We Dance our moves into shell. 

The Gathering went off and woefully.



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Sunday Olaniyi
Wednesday 24 August 2022

AKUKO GAGARA

In a tattered street of no Clemency
A very big cock laid a egg
Whales of the sea got Drained into the harvestation of Gunslinger

Oh! Ye the Antecedent of a Soft Raw Land
Where hath had you looked unto.. ❓
When the Heavenly Colored Bodied fly in Mirrors to Enamor our beloved Land. 


The Assiduous of our Aborigine has been the foundation of the Heavenly Colored Bodied Fortunes that engross Privileged Aborigine to the upper echelon of the Heavenly Colored Bodied.


Red Ink was the only Presentable and Lovable Panacea to the Assiduous Aborigines Hope.... 



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Sunday Olaniyi
Wednesday 24 August 2022

COMING HOME

They say we're off the Bar

Likewise the red-pen off its ink

Whilst we stand outside in a foreign land that we yield no appraisal

We glamour unto to the Ode to hold the feelings


No one but someone could glance through its cup

We're being drawn closer from the ancestors we've been forgetting

Hearing of a roar lion was like a hope for the fears in ones customs eyes


Leaving off the street

At night!!! Will it be cold?

Said by a soul that couldn't comprehend its sadness

Will there be a welcome warmth?

Said by a soul that has lost respect from his lineage.


While on the way 2 bird chirples there claws

Fear gripped mortal with no fangs

No Seer while the Hellhound was lost

Smooth road got tattered and blood was a measure of a pool


How long will it take to get home?

No answer will be given to the infant that knows not what Homeland looks like

Every soul got Drained all just in the fear to make it home but no one will do without the sacrifice of hate nor love 😍


A home will never be a home



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