(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Stephen Oladayo Oladokun (b. 1989) is a writer, photographer and educator from Igbeti Oyo State in Nigeria. He obtained his BA (Ed) in English from Ahmadu Bello University Zaria, Kaduna State, Nigeria. He was awarded the most innovative staff for three times at Queenview Academy Minna, Niger State, Nigeria where he rose from classroom teacher to the Principal of the school. He is a member of Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation in Minna Niger State, Nigeria. He can be contacted through his email address: firstname.lastname@example.org.
1. Escaped From Abyss
I thought I couldn't be but the worst
for all I had had been lost;
parents, friends were all gone
what miracle death had not done?
I grew wild like lips ready to kiss
on my tiny body even the sun hissed
I explored my environ like gun boom
that I might merry in my doom
my song, my shield and my own bowl
created deep wound within my soul
so I painted my walls with tears
as I held the future in terrible fear
but when I ate the lines of the holy book
my eyes then, cleared like the water of Ancient Brook
for in its heart I found His name to hail
and now, I am writing a better tale
2. My Perfect Genes
I sing of the daughters of my 'mother'
my 'sisters', great baobabs without bend,
your blood shall run in my veins till the end
for your dark hue is without bother.
within you, I've found a mind,
a brook that oozes limitless joy.
your tender love, I can't destroy.
at your glowing skin, I'm not blind.
daughters of my 'mother'!
you spread your heart to me like a mat
& together, we hew a perfect hat
that covers our land without pother.
my perfect mates, my best friends!
you hold a piece of me no one can imagine.
you are the perfect images of my gene!
within your souls, my soul is tend.
I will tell the world we're baked by the sun
Africa, we're your proud daughters &sons
It seems on me a spell you cast
with your outstanding beauty.
I am lured to only one task;
to tend you like flower is my duty.
my life I shall forever keep in your core.
like a man stumbled upon juice of bee
at the end of marathon by seashore,
so I walked into your heart without fee.
I am devoted to secure you without malice,
to water this seed of affection to grow
from the deafening brook of allies
and to fan this flame in me to glow.
what on earth shall I compare with you?
your love in my lips I shall forever preach
for your beauty causes mouth to boo
as I carry you on my head from beach to beach.
so I have one thing to boast
you are not a ghost to toast in coast.
4. Silence and Tears
Silence is a barbed wire
as sharp as double edged sword
fashioned for every wise war lord
strong enough to sink mountain in mire.
tears are not signs of pain;
they are flow from a broken jar
to nurture the beast in a sacred bar
to appease devil of his mighty bane
when silence unites with tears,
the demon in their midst becomes star,
glowing like a diamond in the house of Lar
and they would dwell in hell without fears.
5. Song of a Lover
No more delay
for my love for you is everyday
there is no cause for alarm
for i am on arm
so take my hand
i am leading you to the promised land
the reason for my joy is this
i can call you my bliss.
let every embargo give way
my queen is on her way
i have no business with the rest
‘cos in you i found rest
let your enemies terrify
even heaven and earth testify
that you are a god’s perfect duty
my epitome of beauty.