Imole Olusanya

  Pot besieges charcoal Charcoal rages Pot is heated. Egg attacks water Water seethes Egg boils. Trash frustrates fire Fire flares up Trash burns. Flour invades oil Oil fumes Flour is captivated. We order our minds Our minds rebel We wail.

Beloved brethren, Look at me trying to better my life Exposing my delicate skin as fair as the moon, While it is ready to depart the sky To the noon angry sun, making a living, Begging like a mendicant without a begging bowl That people may take a look at my unlucky wares Time used to be walking on slippery floors But now it is limping on slippery sloppy floors. Beloved brethren, Look at me now expanding my coast, With many heads at my beck and call Cain and Ahittophel like weeds had sprung up in my beautiful garden and I had separated them from the soil beneath I am making merry but Time is no longer treading on boggy ground It is now in possession of metallic wings.

When God made us he implanted in us a device with the name IP and equipped us with the ability to insert a V by taking a step at a time but some of our men feel like the tower of Pisa though inspiring, bending yet unmoving and when they see the birds fly over the Burj Khalifa and over the Everest some chose to be so not static as the wife of Lot when she looked back but spreading their wings  over highs and lows some are bats and owls flying at night while we sleep in our cradles some are chameleons taking the appearance of others some are doves angelic and obedient some are hawks feasting on the flesh of the vulnerable VIP is not for some but VVVIP and for many of those their V turns R. Here is a poem on haste to get rich and powerful. God has equipped us with what we need to get all we wanted in the right way although it may be quite long but being long or not being satisfied has made some do a lot of evils to get all they want and this only turns them from VIP (Very Important Pe...