THE SOCIAL INTROSPECT

OMOLUABI; that was the call! From granny But when Ade and Tola came forth; the atmosphere became funny Fascinated at the new state of affairs Trying to extract meaning from the current disorderliness Like a deliberated scratch on a smooth panel Or a blockade to a free flowing channel The hands of the young that tears his own decency in our land of sanity What’s his claim; He wants some public popularity It’s all around and has gained some normality She chants; Excuse me!! But their nothing wrong with the style And for your info; this is our own time; our clime! Moreover; stars roll with this same attire I wouldn’t have focused a lot of attention; Except for the fact that you are transcending back in time In times when men wore rags and they hoped for decent shirts and Skirts But with their knowledge of you; they can’t help but shed tears As you have chosen to follow the bandwagon of those embracing backwardness. ...

Strength sets out to manifest itself among the gathering of folks It looks for space amongst the aged; but found it lacking therein Searches for some gap among the infant; but the door was yet open to it But among the vibrant; space was afforded so much that it dwelled amongst them for so long The Glory of the youth is in their strength; Saith the WORD of LIFE So they should restrain from the idle mind Reiterating; whatsoever your hand findeth doing; do it with all thy might For the grave has nothing to offer; save a stench – filled arena You could say we’ve got a lot of time To wine and dine, to play well now; for our times are still prime Lest you forget; that a stitch in time saves nine Pull the weight; avoid the weight pulling you For the vibrant; our future is bright and we must get there But the devil is braced up to drag many into his own snare Shun the colourful but dirty, the pursuit after vanity So your light doesn’t vanish...