THE SOCIAL INTROSPECT

Life’s a journey Trail the path; Though you will walk through the bush that’s thorny, Even sail through the sea that’s stormy And in darkness; you will need that Light It’s the Word that speaks right So you don’t become overwhelmed by that plight Just be led by that Captain, Whose faith can help you move mountains He will guard you By Him, the Earth was laid as a mat And the heavens; spread as Blanket Get your mind ready You will need to guide it steady Seal it; from those who will fill it up with perfidy Open it to Imports from the Word of Life; it will help you achieve your destiny Today could bring you rain; Enjoy quite well with discernment and Ears to the Spirit Coz Tomorrow might yield drought, and your soul could grow weary So be wise along with enough Simplicity. And note this; mind thy companions, the company of wolves are multiplied Search among the hills, down the greens; behold their; a company of sheep They will l...

Lately; It dawned on me; the redefinition of our set goals Our target to scale through the wide gloom To fight for the rebirth of our esteemed values The struggle to rebuild the broken wall of our Nubian Virtues What we were originally known for. Sailing through the stormy sea to the safe harbour We had a compass, howbeit; the pirates amongst us drowned it through the hole of evil intention. Now our goals; the scrolls that held the great virtues we highly extolled Have been manipulated! Adulterated! Yes; dilapidated!!!! I can’t imagine; that from diligence and focus, our young; have become fans of quick cash and shortcuts The goal is to get a full bag, many at a go; full of dough I heard of this one; that 10 bottles to wipe away your sorrow has now become a goal Or that you; perpetuating the immoral at the corner; infact, has been tagged a beautiful public show Ooooh! Would you listen to nay – Sayers? Who tells you to score a goal; into th...

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...

A lot plays out in a society where the values are shattered From top down; trickles mess that leaves one in awesome wonder Once a corner that occupied children receiving knowledge based tutorials The next time you are going there Or you want to peep over Please take cover or a dark eye glass For you might become shocked! When you see kids exercising disdainful acrobatics All in the name of the dictation of a tune; That tells them to Practicalise the devil’s scroll Of doing the disgustful; just at the corner!!! But where are the ones who should shield our future? Mama is busy dancing disgracefully to the rhythm of the same tune in the market square Papa; doesn’t mind; they are 21 st century kids and they’ve got to dance to popular tunz The young mind has been battered Our norms have been shattered Our direction has become scattered Our moral consciousness has suffered Just at new turn of a corner. Where are the sounds of old? Th...

With hands and legs garnering momentum and strength to start the race The toddler picks upon the platform of consistency He takes his first step All, wear beautiful smiles; non as vibrant as the sister of nature                                        He starts the course of which he seeks reconnection to the source that teleported him He is faced with an army of fine tuners The lot of multitude who wants to strike a stroke on his tabula rasa They even placed an identity tag on him, The battle between the instinctual and the moulders He gets fine-tuned; the Lot buys him an identity Now he has got to wear the moulders dress on nature’s given clay He begins to meet like mind folks and starts to reassess the dress he has been given He observes that some dresses though si...