I am who I am, but some people call me black. They don’t just call me black, they also say I’m dirty and dark I do what others do; and I could even visit gutters in search of food When I do so, they call me a fool.. They know me by dirty rags, and … Continue reading They Say I Am Black and Bad
Tell the moon not to complain, go to the sun and leave a note, We are not a broken piece of poetry campaigning for love and affections, we are crystals, lest you forget! clear rays penetrating into hearts and souls of humans that seek to make themselves gods into godhood. we are not grasshoppers to … Continue reading Lest We Forget The Boychild
Toronto – December 2015 Dolapo stood in front of the mirror in the beauty store critically assessing the sample short fringe wig she was trying on. “That looks good on you.” the store assistant next to her said.. “Yeah, I like it too.” “If you want to be adventurous, try it in color 33. The … Continue reading Blooming at Dawn 04
what about the boys in Pakistan’s war front? what about those boys in Iran battlefield, those boys learning how to pull the trigger with a warning fingers on the crossroad of Iraq & Afghanistan? what about those boys raped in the street of Nigeria? those boys in the act of loneliness in the army, what … Continue reading What About The BoyChild?
Women are like dogs, but they are not dogs. Whatever name you call her, that name she would bare. Should you call her a dog, don’t you expect her to act like a hare She would certainly give you a home full of dogs. If you call her a queen, you’ll live out your life … Continue reading A Letter to My Virgin Brother
(SOLACE AND SOLITUDE) if all tongues wag for the girlchild then, what happens to the boychild? if all the rivers run to the hut of females, the farms of males will be left unattended with hornful thorns! Boys are dreamers of tomorrow’ pains Painstakingly breaking down mountains &hills through the celestial wildlife of vulnerabilities & … Continue reading For The BoyChild: Solace And Solitude
Toronto – November, 2015 “Hi Stacy” Dolapo greeted as she picked her call. “Hello Dolapo” Stacy’s pronunciation of her name sounded like Dolapoe instead of Dolakpor. ” My team & I have enjoyed getting to know you during the interviews and we would like to offer you the position” “That’s awesome! Thanks Stacy! It’s been my pleasure … Continue reading Blooming at Dawn 03
have you tried to freeze your thought? have you tried to print your smiles? have you tried to be normal like a child? have you tried to laundry the layers of your laughter &found no soap &water? have you tried calling your names & the echo bounces back on you like a pricks of a … Continue reading For The BoyChild: for their broken thoughts
You’re the strings that holds her heart together. The glue that keeps those broken pieces glued together. An elixir that makes the heart glow with love You’re perfect; maybe you don’t know. When she heard those words, she couldn’t believe, She didn’t ignore, neither did she emit. You made her heart glow with emotions, Like … Continue reading strings
Michael ran his fingers through his foaming beards as if he was doing a head-count for his hairs. The spray tube sprinkled waves of gentle bubbles of warm water at his face… and indeed, the warm bath suited his mood and was exactly all he needed to seal his long day. His wife’s birthday was … Continue reading Every Man Has a Price.
when rape is visited, a girlchild comes to mind as if we exist not; remember, we also get raped. when Afghanistan assault is mentioned, the name of a Girlchild glue to their lips like they forgot those boys at battlefield made to forget their father’s name. are we not assaulted too? when Iran violence is … Continue reading For The BoyChild: Fire
Toronto, November 2015 “Your resume tells me that until a month ago, you lived in Nigeria. Is that correct?” Stacy, my interviewer asked with a curious expression on her face. “That is correct.” Dolapo responded with a smile. “So, what brings you to Toronto?” She asked. “Interesting question that.” Dolapo gave a small laugh. Even … Continue reading Blooming at Dawn 02
Hail the hero who embraces troubles. He does not make troubles. He may be challenged by adversities. He would rather ignore all trivialities. He would strive to make history. He is willing to die for others to tell his story. He upholds and treasures his inferiors He upholds and pleasures his superiors. He is the … Continue reading A True Hero
When someone looks at you, what do you normally think? I don’t really blame the eyes because, beholding is a free gift of nature, and they will keep beholding the enthusiastic nature of worldly attractions. For sure, not everything is appreciable towards sight; yet the beholder keeps beholding. PROFESSOR BUSH IS A BEHOLDER Professor Bush, … Continue reading Looking At Me
We snapped memories into photobook Watching the edges of songful hedges Draw a hopeful singlet of grace of Testimonies conquered in neglected verses. We played from the check of honoured Dimples crossing routes of perfections. Here are tunes playing from the photoshop Of our hearts designing graphics cards Filled with affections &bubbles of love. Portrait … Continue reading Photo Boys