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I SAW HER
Yes i saw her, In my dream That elegant lady, in my sweet dream.
She hold me tight And took me up In the sky.
Above the sight of man There which we dwell, Like King and Queen Till our white go grey And heed the call of, our creator Yes i saw her.
©Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi All Right Reserved 2017.

I WANT TO BELONG

I want to dive with you in
The pool of poetry
I want to follow the lines and
Stanza of your pen
I want to step on your mightical
Poetic footprint
'Make me the Bard that write
For perfection'
I want to belong to the
Brotherhood of pen.

My suplicating soul seek to be
An ambassador of perfect poetry
My bleeding Heart plea to be the
Chef that prepares delicious poetry
Lead me to the perfect part
In the World of poetry
Initiate me into your cult
Lords of poetry.

I want to be call a Pen lord
Let me roast in the fire of poetry
Let me rust in the prison of poetry
Let no power empower my power
Than the power of absolute poetry.

Perfect my Haiku
Perfect my Sonnet
Perfect my Lyrics
Perfect my Ode
Perfect my Ballad
Perfect my Lullaby.

Bless my holy pen of thruth
Make my poetry the aroma that
Attract attention and appreciation
This, my rending pen ask in honesty
Initiate me into the world of Poetry
I want to be a Pen Lord!

© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016

HOW I FALL IN LOVE (Episode2)

Before the wink of an eye I saw my two friends walking toward our class together with the headmaster and their dad. I was feel with joy at last I will have more time to spend with my friends.
Just as they walked in we all chorused in our childish way of greeting ending everything with sir sir sir. The head teacher introduced them to the class as Ayanwale Kehinde and Taiye then we clapp our hand for them. They came to and sat beside me just then we gisted and I put them through in somethings.
Ibrahim Fatai is one of oloye's most brilliant pupil in our school then, He was so intelligent that he always come first in class then. Followed by Ola wale Oluwatobi, Opekun Samad Then Adedamola Quadri.
I wasn't that brilliant but I can bet I am among the first class of our class then.
It was break time s I escorted my friends to the food vendor where we bought some snacks food and pure water. We then went back to our classs. It was almost closing time when Kehinde whisper to me he want to make use of the toilet. I laughed at him wish make him a little bit angry but he got no choice, we took permission from our teacher and I led the way to the school toilet...

To Be Continue...

HOW I FALL IN LOVE (Episode1)

I walked down the road of Iludun l,Street moving towards the Amukoko wide known St. Mathew Catholic Church. I was well dress in my school uniform tore in my blue designed shirt neatly into my blue short going to school, As the sun made it early rise on me. I moved walk more faster to avoid lateness and beating from the headmaster.
Oloye Private School was a well known school around my area. They are known for the quality education they give, highly intellectual teachers and a cool and comfortable learning environment. I can beat my chest that a student of oloye private school is more respected among its friends.
I got to school early that day walk straight to rhe assembly ground, Queuing amidst the pupils of nursery 2. Then the we began with prayer, national anthem before the headmaster made his announcement then we sang and match into our various classes.
I was in nursery 2A maintaining the a position from my kindergarten. I sat on my chair amidst my classmate as our teacher walked in and we chorused "Good morning ma, we are happy to see you ma,may God bless you ma, Amen ma.
Then we sat down and begins the day activity, I was happy as brought out my note to write. I think I am the only in this class knowing we will be having new comers in class today.
Taiwo and Kehinde were my childhood friend we grew up together under the same roof they are my good friends. And we do almost everything in common. Our room is the next to their's and should I just say they are my neighbour.
Yes! T and K will be coming today I whisper in my head as I smile and continue writing. Baba ibeji called my dad yesterday as I heard them chat about him enrolling his twins into our school the the next day with is a monday.

To Be Continue...

HOW I FALL IN LOVE (Prologue)

How I all in love is a true live story of a young lad Adedamola Quadri by name.
He struggles to face his education just then love shows its way
Is he still going to concentrate on his studies? Hope he won't be distracted by love..

Well stay tune and enjoy this amazing story to know about the life of this lad. Stay connect read every episodes and don't forget to like,comment and share to motivate me in this my prose work.
And please to all the sages if you notice any mistake in my updates kindly inbox me for critics.

(c) Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2917.

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MY EXPERIENCE AT MUSHIN OLOSHA
( A SHORT STORY )


It was a cool Saturday morning, I woke up reciting my dua and I went straight to mosque. After praying I didn't know where that sleep came from it just took me away. Maybe because of the saari night or because I pressed my phone till 2oclock yesterday before sleeping. I was sleeping and enjoying my dream before I felt a soft tap on my back.

Omg who is that? Not at this time I thought. Opening my eye I saw it was my younger brother as he said "Boda Quadri babami n pe yin". (Brother Quadri my dad is calling you) I stood up at once and walk toward our room. I saw my dad already dressed for work. The look on his face one will surely know it's an angered one.

"Wount you go to work? How many times do I need to remind you today it's today we are going to fix those glasses for Mr. Yan" He yelled at me with anger on his face. I don't like going out with dad maybe because he is too aggressive or the fact that I don't really like his profession.

I immediately fetched water from our well, bathed,and since it was Ramadan period I already brush my teeth at saari.
I walked down Adeoye street moving towards Pako line 5 and I went straight to our shop opening the door and bringing goods out for advertising. Oops dad was already there.

Baba Muhammed is a rugged man, Very playful, wicked and aggressive, He do warn me about me sagging my trousers. I remembered those time I was young one slap from him is equivalent to me urinating on my body.He is the younger brother to my dad. Dad trained him and he is going out with us today, we will be going to Mushin with his car. Since we are going in his car I know I must behave normal and tighten my trouser to prevent A gigantic slap equivalent to one bag of cement.

In less than 10 minutes he arrived and we loaded all the materials we will be needing for the work.
Zoom!! We are off to Mushin Olosha.
Baba Muhammed is a perfect driver, learnt driving from his dad who passed away few months ago we drove down to orile following the two Lane road down to Costain. In less than 30minutes we arrived at Mushin as my dad greeted Mr. Dayo his co-worker.

I alighted from the car, trying to gain my balance just then I felt pains in my stomach, It rumbles and sound as if there is a flowing stream in it. Just then I remembered I ate too much last night. And now I urgently need to visit the toilet. I told dad I want to make use of the toilet and he told me to go and meet one of Mr. Dayo's junior worker. I quickly went to the man explaining my current condition to him.

"Yes sir I wan shit I yelled in pidgin"( yes sir I want to make use of the toilet). Please direct me to a public toilets around here. He laughed and laughed hitting his table so hard. At this moment I think I am the most angry man on earth as I looked him with hatred and anger. I felt like giving him a puch but he is far way older than me. Old enough to born me. After making jest of me he finally told me to follow the road opposite to us that I will see one First Bank there that I can defecate there.

At this moment my head was boiling like a hot water I was like sir are you kidding me I asked for public toilet you are directing me to a bank are you mad!! I yelled in my mind. He noticed the question look on my face and he told me. You see this place is where we call Mushin Olosha so you have to use your 36. There is no public toilet or whatever you call it in this place we make use of banks pretending we want to save money then walk to their toilet then we defecate and go out.

I was like this people are really crazy here Mushin Olosha indeed. I know what I am a about to do is not right but because u have no choice I quickly grabbed a pen from my dad office bag and was about going when the man told me If you don't like First Bank just look arround you will see other banks. I smiled and walked down the road I saw the bank. As an Amukoko sharp guy also I walked confidently into the bank the security man opened the door for me I was like "Ehh see this man of im think say I wan save money" (just imagine the man though I want to save money).

I quickly picked their saving slip and write rubbish on it joined a queue and was waiting just then I saw one of their cleaner, He should be my age mate or a year older than me. Immediately I asked him silently where there rest room is. He pointed there to me and I quickly rushed there leaving everyone unnoticed. I got there defeated wash my hands dried it then spray perfume on it. Then I went out this time I didn't join the queue again since I know my mission has been accomplished.

I waited a while then played my ringing tone and I off it back as if someone just called me " Make I dey come make I no save that money again about, okay I don dey kum. (I should come home,I should not save the money again, ok I am on my way) I said as I walked out of the bank smiling happily. I got back to the man and gave him a Hi five as he told me that's how they do in Mushin of that banks are there toilet and that as a Nigerian I shouldn't dull myself.

It was time to go as I got back into the car and we drove off to Adeola Odeku Street Victoria Island.

Note: This is a true life story
Location : Mushin Lagos Nigeria
Setting : City, 21st Century, Time, Day.

(C) Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2017.

MAMA

Hundreds of thousands years ago,
We live at home perfectly peaceful
Mama was faithful,loyal and obedient,
Papa was a lion in the jungle brave and gallant.

We have traded peacefully
In the ancient market square
Where great heads collide.

In our home,
We are taught to respect
Elders, when present and absent.
Help them with heavy loads and
Greet them first with gestures.

In our home
We are taught not to point
Someone or something
With index finger
Our culture forbids it.

Mama taught us food etiquette,
Do not talk while eating and
Never eat with your left hand,
It's unhealthy and life risking
Eat with right, Dispose with left.

Silence, yes silence
Mama taught us also,
Silence has numerous
Meaning in our land
Silence means viewing
With wisdom, Maturity..
For what is to be said will be said
And that which is not, will never be said.

We are taught not to display
Anger in public, For our honour
And dignity is at stake
Mama taught us self-control.

Mama taught us morals
The power of I AM SORRY,
Tolerance,obedience,trustworthy
Patience,dignity and wisdom.
Is all we need to live in our land
For we are the children of the soil.

(C) Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2017.

MAMA
Hundreds of thousands years ago, We live at home perfectly peaceful Mama was faithful,loyal and obedient, Papa was a lion in the jungle brave and gallant.
We have traded peacefully In the ancient market square Where great heads collide.
In our home, We are taught to respect Elders, when present and absent. Help them with heavy loads and Greet them first with gestures.
In our home We are taught not to point Someone or something With index finger Our culture forbids it.
Mama taught us food etiquette, Do not talk while eating and Never eat with your left hand, It's unhealthy and life risking Eat with right, Dispose with left.
Silence, yes silence Mama taught us also, Silence has numerous Meaning in our land Silence means viewing With wisdom, Maturity.. For what is to be said will be said And that which is not, will never be said.
We are taught not to display Anger in public, For our honour And dignity is at stake Mama taught us self-control.
Mama taught us morals The power of I AM SORRY, Tolerance,obedience,trustworthy Patience,dignity and wisdom. Is all we need to live in our land For we are the children of the soil.
(C) Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi All Right Reserved 2017.