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One of the major reasons why we still find pleasure in killing our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers and our children, is because we keep stretching the lifespan of evil, by dreaming of fictional future. If we desire a peaceful world, we will start now – not until we sign treaties or exchange arms. It is left to us.’ – Olaitan Maryam Mojisola

Happy Easter Celebration!

Happy Easter Celebration!

It’s been long I appeared on this platform, and it is nice to be here today. Though, I am not fully back, I still have some weeks to tidy up examinations and the semester. I hope that you are fine at your end! 

From The Secret Room Talk, here is wishing you and your loved ones a beautiful Easter celebration

Oníkòyí Òrò

Oníkòyí Òrò

Let me tell you
Of Oníkòyí;
One whose mind bleeds,
Whose heart pants,
Whose ink spills,
Like a fresh cut,
Like the feet of a cheetah,
Like beer from a King’s stupor.

Should I breastfeed your mind
With his royal pedigree?

Let me spoon your ears
With his celestial eulogy.

Oníkòyí Òrò!
Your words are like friction
Between day and night.
Their quiet noise ding dong
Like the King’s gong.

They rend the hearts
Of our enemies
And mend our pieces
When we are shattered.
Can the King’s eyes slumber
Without your command?

Oníkòyí Òrò,
Even, the maidens
Do not pamper you
For the sake of the gods;
They want to lay your bed
And suck your words’ nipples!

Think of it, Oníkòyí,
I befit your bed of words.
Make me your rhythm!
So, I can have a taste
Of their beauties
When we take that celestial journey.

I pray you,
Make me your rhythm,
Oníkòyí Òrò!

©Olaitan Maryam Mojisola