WONDERING THOUGHTS

 

 

I WONDER

WHAT IT WOULD LOOK LIKE

IF ANTS RULED THE WORLD

AND ELEPHANTS THEIR SERVANTS

I WONDER

WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE

A WORLD WHERE ALL MEN HAD EYES

ATTACHED TO THEIR ANUSES

AND HAD TO WALK WITH HEADS BETWEEN THEIR LEGS

IF MAN HAD TO FACE THE SKY

WITH OPEN MOUTH DURING RAINFALL

ONLY TO HAVE A DRINK OF WATER

I KEEP WONDERING

WOULD IT BE BIZARRE?

OR SEEN AS PURELY NORMAL?

IF MEN BLEATED AND GOATS SPOKE

WOULD YOU BE ALARMED IN A WORLD LIKE THIS?

OR WOULD IT BE AS NORMAL AS NORMAL COULD BE?

I WONDER

I JUST WONDER

WRITTEN BY KAYODE SHOPEKAN

GRAVE MISTAKE

 

Basking in the euphoria

Of what I had done

That cannot be undone,

I wait for the glorious hour

When I swallow the bitter pill of justice

Knowing not my doomsday

I run helter skelter

Not relishing my pranks

Nor savoring her consequences

Whatever you do remember, I’m not at fault

Suppose the breeze had not revealed it.

Only that I was not vigilant enough.

Swaying to and fro

I ought to have known.

That beautifully arrayed,

And spreading forth like a peacock,

Was the enchantress,

Meant to enchant me.

Gullibly I left my senses

And strode, straight way into the web.

Never at that point

Have I seen a logical Adam

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,

So they say

Even lust resides in the eyes of the beholder

My Bath-Sheba lieth in wait for me

As Potiphar's wife did

Like Joseph, I ought to flee

But like David, I went in unto her

Yes, I must be banished, punished, rejected, excommunicated

Or even hanged and killed

Yet the truth must not be revealed

That I ever lusted,

Or went in unto her

That I am supposed to preserve

MY HELPER

I ask for my daily bread

You give me Agege Bread with Ewa Agoin

When am thirsty

You do not give me pure water

But Eva bottled water

 

I ask for knowledge

You give me wisdom

I ask to be comfortable

You give me riches

I ask for a helpmate

You complement me with a wife

You constantly put fried rice and chicken

With fruit juice in front of me

Surely goodness and mercies will follow me

All the days of my life.

Written by KAYODE SHOPEKAN

WHAT IF

By Kayode Shopekan

What if Dangote was the president of Nigeria?

And ruled Nigeria like he runs his company?

What if politicians were paid on commission and not salaries?

What if elected officials had to swear at ogun’s shrine?

 

What if teachers were saddled with the responsibility of appointing rulers?

What if politicians were pastors?

What if governors could be flogged for failing to perform at the end of their tenure?

What if senators and reps members could be made to forfeit their properties after their tenure in office?

 

What if our police uniform was white and not black?

What if Nigerians fail to comply when asked to give bribe?

What if all Nigerians could just be truthful?

What if honesty wasn’t so rare in Nigeria?

 

What IF?

 

PAPER Q.

 By Kayode Shopekan

Running helter skelter, from pillar to post

Is man’s activity

“No dying no resting “

Is the motto he drives

He swiftly blends in to pursue paper

On his behalf 6 years are pledged

So for some twelve hours of the next 6 years, he is a prisoner

Nobody consider him a factor in the situation

On his behalf,

A plan is carefully constructed

Which he must follow through

Again he is isolated in the decision making process

So still in the pursuit of paper Q

He is dedicated to confinement

Though this time, his jail term of 6 years can be divided in to equal halves

But, he still must follow through

He is always locked in,

Within the four walls of a gate

At times cries and fights but it adds up to nothing

In the pursuit of this paper

Which can be a tissue that ladies use

Paper!

On his own now

He dedicates the next 4 years of his life

Just to acquire paper

Which can be bought at the market, bookshop, printing press etc.

At last he gets it

But he uses it not

Oh! What a waste.

HAPPY IDIOT

By

Kayode Shopekan

A grand reception announces his arrival

Though his presence not important but highly feared

Rather than welcome him with a warm embrace

Onlookers hide their faces

Passersby quickly disperse

Though as gentle as a …

Yet as fearsome as a …

He walks past oblivious of all side talks

Gorgeously arrayed in an half naked attire

Carrying an unimpressive dreadlock

With his almost shredded basket hanging around his neck

He walks with his shoulders high

Sitting on a road where three foot paths meet to enjoy his delicious meal of

Spoilt bread and akara

Then poses with a weird smile

“Haven’t you seen a happy idiot before?”