DAMILOLA DUROJAIYE

DAMILOLA DUROJAIYE.

 

Born in ’92 of an African woman,

more Martian than man

brilliance compared to an alien,

thrived stratospherically like Einstein,

Nigeria’s own young Darwin,

sky high soaring.

Shone brightest amidst the constellation,

Peers cheered, loudest the ovation,

sun to his parents,

a short life dint seem apparent.

Bloom of youth,

thirsted for the truth

wondered till sore foot

no fabrication seemed to suit.

Knowledge is hunger,

Curiosity is cancer,

The purpose he existed for,

acknowledged no creator,

doors led to further doors,

quest in for more,,,,,

Embarked on a journey

too expensive for money

willingly paid the price for wisdom

with his life bought freedom

boarded the train to oblivion

aboard the plane to confirm His kingdom

since 2011 31^st December

in seance for his answers

"Weep not" he wrote,

The red ink on his suicide note.

Siblings wept in dashed hopes,

                        As his neck dangled on the tight rope.

CHRONICLE OF DEATH FORETOLD II

CHRONICLE OF DEATH FORETOLD II

I keep having this dream

in my stream

of partial unconsciousness.

Grave the consequences

of ignoring the words

from this inconsequential bard.

Unlike the biblical Isaiah,

I forsee no messaih,

Rather, national disasters, volcanic eruption

of agitation, emancipation and secession.

Geopolitical earthquake

the fatherland threatens to break

but we fold arms,

watching these mad men dance.

Law makers, militants

Law breakers and politicians

Like a burning torch,

all eyes will watch

“Pestilence” what the future holds

Chronicle Of Death Foretold !!

To those who have ears,

Let them hear!