The Gypsy Girl

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

looked like a Christmas tree

adorned with flashing lights

drawing attention at will

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

she I met on a bus ride

heading to work on a usual day

as I jealously guarded my seat

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

couldn’t keep her eyes off me

as she played on the little banjo

electrifying the ghost ride

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

played from her heart

with a rare passion

with steady eyes focused on me

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

reminded me of Mona Lisa

she was

indeed a living masterpiece of beauty

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

took me to dreamland

hypnotising me at will

romancing my fragile heart

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

led me to her lair

deep within the magical forest

far away past dreamland

the gypsy girl in the coloured gown

made my journey a mystery

made my trip adventurous

the best bus ride I ever had!!!

Last Night

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

last night

i pondered on a million thoughts

wondering what was right

fiddling with words

hoping to act right

last night

i wandered through the icy night

caressing the cold

depending on inner warmth

wishing i was right

last night

i dreamt while half asleep

weighing my options

depending on the scales

believing all was right

last night

i wish i was thinking of you

as hard as i tired

your thoughts gradually fade away

leaving my mind as void

i hope this is right

last night

i wiped away all thoughts

of the horror and worry

of you tormenting me

i cant remember you again

i am sure this is right

Who he is

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

he speaks through his words

drafted over a century ago

he laid down his principles

to be followed down to the letter

he made us out of clay

and carved eve out of me

he entrusted in our hands

the dominion of the whole wide world

he watched as we disobeyed him

by eating the fruit from Eden

yet he still sees us as his kids

he loves unconditionally

he gives in abundance

he protects completely

he cares with passion

that’s why indeed
he is God

FAR AWAY FROM HOME

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

Slow tears drop down my cheeks,

As I roam about in loneliness.

The cold of the scary night next to my soul,

Filters through my hole filled rags.

Goose pimples adorn my once smooth skin,

I resemble a paper filled with glued sand.

I remember the village of my birth,

Where we sat by the oil-lit lamp,

Telling stories into the dead of the night.

Many were days in the flowing stream,

Enticing fishes with our worm decorated hooks.

Mother alone at the fireside,

Aged by the thought of my whereabouts.

My sisters around the big palm tree,

Waiting for me their only friend.

Juliet in a distant land,

Far away from my warm embrace.

In the moonlit night, lonely and quiet,

A sharp pain disturbs my inner being, hunger?

I then remember mother's meals,

Hot and steamy from the black clay pot

My mouth waters, it's time for dinner

My share, far away at home.

What indeed have I achieved,

From my long event-searching walk?

Bruises on my legs, arms and face

Worn-out shoes and a hole-ridden robe

The only things I can call my own.

Here is where I feel a slave,

Unlike home where I'm treated as king.

I hear the trees whistling in the silent night,

Welcoming the arrival of a cold rainy night.

The sharp cold in my tired bones,

Penetrates deep like a desperate virus.

The green frog happily hops about,

Here for it is home, unlike me.

All alone in this thick black night,

Where I sleep with my eyes open wide.

Even though I'm housed within a square mile,

In this habitat, indeed I'm no tenant.

Home yet miles away,

Where I'll rather be and not here.

 *this poem was written 10yrs ago and i lost it online 8yrs ago...now its back HOME!!!

Miss Jones!!!

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

Between me and Miss Jones

We’ve got a thing going on

She sets me off my very feet

At the sight of her entrance

She smiles at me from a distant

And I could feel my heart melt

More like butter on toasted bread

Her steps are made in a rhythm

And I feel like am on a catwalk show

Her perfume takes my breathe away

The very best fragrance of Gucci

Her silent melodious voice

Sounds like no other

And reminds me always of Pavarotti

Her gentle and tender touch

Makes me think in 3-D

Her nicely cut shape

Indeed a perfect figure eight

Her natural morning look

Drops the Mona Lisa painting to second place

Her kiss is so unique

It leaves a tattoo on my cheeks

Her words and her thoughts

Reminds me only of Einstein

Her tender glowing skin

A reminder of a day-old kid

Her gentle embrace

Keeps me safe in a caged frame

And when she says hello

Lo and behold

She turns me into a different man.

Between me and Miss Jones

We’ve got a thing going on

And I give her roses everyday

Not only on valentines day.

PS: If you have a Miss Jones and you have a thing going on, give her a hug, a card, a gift, a ring, a treat, a kiss, a bouquet of flowers…..everyday, and not just on Valentines Day.

Who I am

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

I was made in Britain

Born and bred

But lived my life through

Waving my green and white flag

Ace-ing my pace

Through thick and thin

I swam with the sharks and feasted with the eagles

And I marked my boundary

Where I alone was king

I’ve felt the bee sting

And the mosquitoes awful song

And I’ve dined and wined with my grandma

From the black clay pot

Am addicted to Africa

Home: Motherland

I’ve travelled through the forest

And swam through the sea

I’ve maintained my position

In the midst of great men

                Am glad am black: am a born Naija

I SERVE A GOD AND NOT A DOG

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

Am amazed at the awesomeness of the love that he gladly showered upon us as men. His plans for us as always has been for good and not evil because he had prepared and orchestrated the routes to a fulfilled end for us: as long as we followed his instructions, laws and daily enriched ourselves with his word (which luckily for us is free).

When he prepared for this exciting and important mission, his plan was to create a likeness of himself (more like needing a brother, a sister, a friend: someone and a people he could share thoughts with; a people that looked like him). He moulded us from clay into an image of his likeness, he filled our beings with the breathe of life and he called us ‘’MAN’’. He was a great scientist who understood the principles of the attraction of unlike terms and he therefore moulded out ‘’WOMAN’’ from the very rib of ‘’MAN’’.

He made adequate provisions for food, water and was responsible for the creation of life in all forms. After creation, the whole world to him was like a village and he placed us in the city of EDEN as a King and a Queen.

He gave us dominion over every single thing that he had created (as nothing was too big for him to give away) except the forbidden fruit (which he forbade us to eat).

Even when we disobeyed and were cast out of our original home to fend for ourselves, he still was always there waiting earnestly for us to call on him in our times of need.

He has given us a second chance of a kingdom where we can live forever (which was his original plan for Eden) but then it has only been prepared for the worthy (those that seek him and do his will). He is a supreme being, not an animal on a lead (that is controlled by men at will), He speaks and doesn’t bark, He loves his words and not the bone, He is not just mans best friend (a dog as most people say), He indeed is GOD and not DOG.

My other Half

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

To live as one, you and I,
under the heavens a vow we made,
on earth and in heaven our love was bond,
you and I as one to remain.
Betray not the love we share
Betrayal indeed is the saddest pain of love
the cure of which is hard to find.
Together as one to live...we vowed
for an unsolved riddle life would have been
without you here by my side.
Love is a riddle difficult to solve
Love is real; Love is sweet
The taste of honey to it I compare
The rainbow colours so brightly lit
Reminds me of the you I know
To God I'm grateful for making you
For me you were made... to care and to love
In my dreams I see you again and again
Love is amazing... so divine
It demands my soul, my life, my all

PS: I stumbled across this poem that I had written in 2001 from poetry.com where I had pasted it 10 years ago. Hope you like it?

Time up

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

drenched of all strength,

weak and shivering,

am a prisoner caged in my own body,

enduring the pains from within,

threatening to eat my inner bits.

while pains un-endurable

reside in me

making my body a temporary home

wielding the iron rod at will

claiming supremacy over my being

forcing me to bow and kneel at will

a slave to my own self

it forces me to follow a routine

and wakes me up at odd hours

against my wish and will

it cripples me

and puts all activities to a halt

giving commands and taking charge.

this ULCER has overstayed its visit

am showing it the front door

am gathering inner strength

enough to send it back to hell

the PRODIGAL woman

by

nicholas ayoola oladehin

full of mischief

unpredictable

cunning and unstoppable

an exact copy of Eve

a replica of Delilah

born of a woman like all men

learning the trade of the barking clan

right from her youthful days

she melts into the night unseen

carrying her wares as she goes along

yearning for so much more

even though she lives in luxury.

she is a wife to a thousand men

a concubine to a thousand more.

she delights

in sharing the beds of her men

she loves with her body

and gives with her heart

and her soul is free for all to share.

she adorns herself with diamonds

and she swims in piles of gold

she changes her partners like tissue

selling her wares on sale

her once radiant frame

becomes a shadow of itself

gradually depreciating

revealing an image of wear and tear

she has travelled the world

deflowered by a thousand men

of a thousand tribes

now she retraces her steps

back to

Africa

Motherland

in search of her very first love.

Just the Two of Us

By

Nicholas Ayoola Oladehin

We started the day alone

waking up from different beds

We started the day alone

travelling out on different routes

We started the day alone

having lunch at different times

We started the day alone

searching through our worried minds

We started the day alone

making friends with the tall Big Ben

We started the day alone

watching as the hours go bye

We started the day alone

relying on our mobile phones

We started the day alone

yearning, longing and hoping

We started the day alone

but the night was full of smiles

We started the day alone

and we kissed as we said goodnight