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Who are you to me…

Thinking of me with you (him)…
I have broken so many rules,
I have gone out my way not a few times
I have done things I’m not supposed to do.

Thinking of me without you;
I was just a lonely girl, an innocent sweet little creature,
Trying to find life, be happy and free.


Thinking of me being with you;
That brought out another part of me,
A part that I believe is strong enough and can resist anything.

Thinking of me after being with you
I don’t know what to feel;
Whether, hate, remorse, dread, regret, like or whatever
But certainly not love.


Thinking of me and you in the outside world
We are just like strangers,
Who has never met or spoken
And still, we get on like it’s absolutely nothing.

Thinking of me seeing you again,
Makes my heart skip and my head spin
But the moment I see you
My heart race for a few seconds
And I become cold and calm like nothing happened.


Thoughts of coming to see you again
Its like, am I mad?
Certainly not. I’m not. So I stay clear, off.
Even though somehow I think I’m enjoying the flirting idea.

Thoughts of you getting angry with me
Though it disturbs my spirit,
But I still can live with it.
Than having to live with regrets
Like me beating myself day after day.

Thoughts of not speaking to you.
Well, if you don’t talk to me
I will speak to you
Can’t just forget my baby sweetheart,
Cause most things were first times with you (him)


Thoughts of the whole scenario in my head,
I decide to spit it out.
But to who?…
To my friends, my babies and somehow,
They weigh more than they do.
And the more I let it out, the more I become lighter…

So now with all these thoughts,
What are you to me?
What am I to you?
And what are we in conclusion?


Oluwakemisola ’14


This Fleeting World

This fleeting world
…It’s eluding me
I say life is just a pot of beans
But more than a steaming pot of hot beans
It’s like a beautiful lady
And beauty is fading
Fading away in vanity
All is vanity, vanity upon vanity.


This remorseful life (full of regrets)
Living at the edge of it
I could tilt over anytime from now
But being held back by the string of hope
Hope of the morrow
Hope of forever
Hope of immortality
…Eternal hope.


This sober life
Sad in all its shades
Deep In all its form
But not to wallow in it.
Life is life
But glints of Light spark it up
Life oh life

Oluwakemisola ’16.

Don’t we all…?

I want food… Don’t we all
I crave for chocolate… Don’t we all
I hate school… Don’t we all
I want a new supervisor… Don’t we all
I want to graduate fast… Don’t we all
I want a surprise… Don’t we all

I need money… Don’t we all
I need a bae… Don’t we all
I love my boyfriend… Don’t we all
I miss my Ex… Don’t we all
I want my man… Don’t we all
Stop judging… Don’t we all
Keep starring… Don’t we all

Well, I might use a friend with benefit… Don’t we all
I don’t even know what you are talking about…
This would be the last… Don’t we all

I wish I could bomb Glo… Don’t we all
I wish I could fly… Don’t we all
I wish I had a Ferrari… Don’t we all

I wish life was never a pot of beans… Don’t we all
I wish I was always a winner… Don’t we all

I need a hug… Don’t we all
I need a kiss… Don’t we all
I miss his body and face… Don’t we all

I need to read… Don’t we all
I have exams… Don’t we all

Always on the go… Don’t we all
I love the roads… Don’t we all
I see the trees… Don’t we all
I watch the sky… Don’t we all
I hear the birds… Don’t we all
I love life… Don’t we all

I need love… Don’t we all
I feel like crying… Don’t we all
I want to scream… Don’t we all
I want to let go… Don’t we all
I am holding on… Don’t we all

Don’t we all want something…

I wish life was more than vanity… Don’t we all
I can feel the wind… Don’t we all
I smell the rain… Don’t we all
I hear the beats… Don’t we all

I wish I could be seen for me… Don’t we all
I feel like I’m choking… Don’t we all
I want to scream… Don’t we all
I wish I could be heard… Don’t we all

I feel like soaking away in a hot bath tub… Don’t we all
I want home… Don’t we all
I want calm… Don’t we all
I want peace… Don’t we all

I refuse to crash… Don’t we all
I refuse to drown… Don’t we all
I refuse to be depressed… Don’t we all
I refuse to be frustrated… Don’t we all

I want to keep forging forward… Don’t we all
I always want to smile… Don’t we all
I refuse to regress… Don’t we all
I refuse to be stagnant… Don’t we all

I want to be pulled up… Don’t we all

I’ve had a long day… Don’t we all
I need rest… Don’t we allblow_kiss

Everybody’s thoughts, everybody’s wants, everybody’s needs…

23:58 – Sheilas day… happy birthday girl.


I see you along the alley speaking with and caressing another,
Immediately, I unsee.
I see you cheating on our beloved…
I see you showering love on her instead of me,
I unsee immediately to avoid complications.
I see your chat with him snitching on me,
Immediately, I unsee.
I see your messages to her gossiping about me,
I smile and I unsee.
I see you taking out mine,
I quietly unlook.

I see you hailing me, hear you praising my deeds.
I unsee and unhear immediately,
I do not let it get to my head,
Or let it interrupt my train of thoughts,
So, I move on.

In life, we see, hear, think and know a whole lot,
But most times, its best to keep it to ourselves and “un”-do;
Unsee, unhear, unthink, unpercieve… even unknow.unnamed-1-1-740x431

Because the more you see the less you know,
The more you look, the less you think
So unsee whatever can make you gloomy or takes away your peace and calm.
The more you hear, the more to think about
And the more you think, the more the problems created.
Avoid giving yourself unnecessary trouble.
Immediately unlook things that can make you sad.

Be like me, be smart,
Increase your happiness space
Step up your unlooking game
‘Cause at the end… its but a game.

Oluwakemisola A.

14.3.16 (All photo credit to bing)


Do you remember me?
Where were you last weekend?
Can’t you remember our last discussion…?
No, sorry, I can’t… I think I forgot.

Actually, if I search deep, I think I can remember
But then, I choose for it to remain forgotten.
Recently, I choose what I forget and what I want to remember.
This way life is easier and I don’t have to worry over too much,
I don’t have to brood over sad things or over indulge in happy things.
But in whichever way it saves my memories,
…it saves me pain and saves me smile.selective-amnesia2 (1)

You would probably think I have short term memory,
But you have no idea how much is etched into my memory…
I think I have selective amnesia,
To selectively and preferentially pick what I remember or not.
But I know I selectively forget things.

Oluwakemisola A.



Go over this…
Its all about “I”

I smile at every little thing,
Both funny and unfunny.
I see sense in every vague thing
Both nonsense and intelligence

I think of the oddest little things
Take note of the tiny little details
I laugh so hard
So I don’t cry

I reflect and meditate so deep
So I don’t weep
I hug so tight
I let the stress out
I hug for so long
I shed tears silently; biting my tongue.

I am not a racist or a sexist
You could call me a narcissist or an extremist
My life is more than just a pot of beans.

It all almost doesn’t make sense
But it does to me.

Doesn’t make sense.
Now, start from the bottom.arrows-up-down-green.jpg

Good night
00;05 15-5-16
Oluwakemisola A.


We are single and proud!!!
Can I get a witness to that?!
“Sighs” #Disappointed.
Guess not as I expected…
But really, am I single and proud?
Come to think of it,
Been single isn’t a disease.
And after all not as bad as people portray it to be.
Let’s see some instances…

I am a girl.
In my teenage years, single and proud.
Not because I can’t have or get what other have.
But then I am different, smart and chic,
And don’t just go for what everyone else is running after.
Don’t get me wrong #winks#…

I am a single child,
Not born as a twin,
No brother, no sister.
If you think it’s easy or indulgence,
Try living with so much expectation from you.
I am single, not alone.
proud of me and of my parents.
I’m single and I am proud.

I am a lady.
A lady with class and dignity.
I am single, true.
Not lonely either… but proud.
You know why?
Because I know what I want,
I know what I stand for,
And won’t bend a bit to get anything less than that.

I am an independent woman.
I don’t need to lean on anyone or beg.
I got my back.
This might make me single and struggling, but then…
I am proud of myself! (No offensive pride intended)
Single, proud and getting ahead.

I am a parent,
A single mom to be precise.
You might under look me
But don’t undermine me.
I do the work of two and go through a lot.
I am strong and I am proud of me and my babies.

I am an entrepreneur.
I labour day in day out for me, myself and i.
Not self-centred but work better on my own.
As my team, I am single and proud of my work.
I am a sole entrepreneur.

I am a soul singer.
Not that I am over confident in myself.
Expressing me with my lyrics is all I’m doing.
Just me, my musical instrument and I.
I am single, getting heard and proud…

I am a writer.
Though diverse in all I write,
But then it’s my passion,
Me believing in “variety is the spice of life”, Single handedly.
And that’s no small job!
So I am a SINGLE writer and proud.

I am a teacher.
I solely take a class of different kids yearly.
I teach them, imbed in them and build them.
And I do this, all by myself.
I am single in this and totally proud of myself and my students.

And so on and so forth…
We all are single in one way or the other in this life,
And that doesn’t make us sick or less good than others with “help”.
We are just able to handle things alone; some by “choice”, others by “no choice”.
But definitely, not lonely!
Therefore, in our various walks of life,
Someone, Somehow, somewhere…
We Are Single And Proud!!!
Can I get a witness to that?!
Hiyeahhyy!!!… Yes! better than before…
So you see, it’s really not the worst thing on earth or the end of the world.
#TeamSingleAnd Proud.