INESA

INESA

Angelic face in place
She makes em fall
A demonic shape in shades
She called em Saul
Don't blow her whistle
Else you dance to her tune

She whipped the crack
Her slaves in sweet bondage
She blinked but once
Their hearts skipped twice
And to her great design
We're duty bound

You hate to love her
But her web she spins
And Just like her spider
Am the croaking frog
Don't blow the kiss
Or I might be the prince

An enigma plus one
A beauty plus fun
A temptress in eon
She laughs in turns
But when she's done
We are hooked and gone.

NOTHINGNESS

Nothingness

The first shrilling cry of a new baby
The last heaving sigh of a dying body
The beginning and end of nothingness
From exasperation of a morning dew
To desperation that was overdue
From the quest to amass all
Whilst toiling from nothingness
To realisation that amaze none
That once gone, finder's kept.
And it all start all over again
The strives and pursuit of vanity.

By Adeolu Adesanya (www.okoatokewa.com)