Poesy

Dear Freshmen,

Dear Freshmen!

I see you in the space of eagerness
In the field of a new version of scenario
To and fro unfamiliar chores
In the circle of new life
While you might feel the fear
Of the unknown

Dear Freshmen!
You may want to sigh so deeply
To mingle with new being, having
A lonely deep thinking
Oh!
Life is tough!
Life is sweet!

Dear Freshmen!
This new world is weird but worth
Commendable and yearning for
No need for hey! You!
Go, come, sit, this and that
But beware!

Dear Freshmen,

Dear Freshmen,

I see you in the space of eagerness
In the field of a new version of scenario
To and fro unfamiliar chores
In the circle of new life
While you might feel the fear
Of the unknown

Dear Freshmen!
You may want to sigh so deeply
To mingle with new being, having
A lonely deep thinking
Oh!
Life is tough!
Life is sweet!

Dear Freshmen!
This new world is weird but worth
Commendable and yearning for
No need for hey! You!
Go, come, sit, this and that
But beware!

On Making Fire

On making fire

One cold night,

Over the skies,beaconed the glistening stars.

 

I asked her:

“Àmòpé,

What if we make fire,

Without striking stones together?"

Without striking wooden matches

On matchboxes?”

 

She said to me:

“Look me in the eyes

Look into my soul

Do you not see the inferno

Which you set unto it?

You already made the fire yourself.”

 

I said to her:

“Let us make more fire

With ourselves.