Tag: Poetry

  • Tears

    Something you’ll very rarely catch me doing is cry. It’s one of my least favourite things to do. More specifically, crying because I’m sad is one of my least favourite things to do. I know this is nothing new to you. Even though we probably don’t know each other, we can safely assume that no one in the world actually enjoys crying. But for me shedding tears is a pretty big deal. The reason is my name. (Your spell checker is about to have a heart attack.) Ayotunde (i-yo-tuhn-day) Classic Nigerian (Yoruba) name there. I am so glad my parents...

  • Desire

    When I was a kid I would dream every single day. Ideas would be executed as soon as they were a thought in my brain. I had this energy that was palpable. It just kept me going. Now I’m older and when I dream, there’s no energy to sustain them. Plans and ideas remain internal; starting and ending life as thoughts. Not much gets done outside of university and church. It’s like I cease to exist by merely just existing. Doing the absolute bare minimum to get me through another day. In reality this materialises to hours spent on YouTube watching...

  • Prayer for my thoughts

    My greatest enemy is myself Detrimental to my health Always fretting about grades, looks and wealth There is no respite, from this my chosen way to live my life Sunday’s sermon is telling me, God’s got you – don’t worry But to worry is my story It feels like my destiny In fact it’s my identity I express nothing but uncertainty At a future laid before me, surely filled with prosperity? At least that’s what I’m told – the ideal that’s sold But I don’t see it. I can’t see it....