Separation

A decade away from me,
A 120 months away you,
Days turned into months,
Months turned into years,
Still battling with emotions,
Fighting the grief and tears.
No! I, I will not break down,
I refuse to lose it right now.
A war between the heart and mind,
Compromise or balance I seek to find.
Heart trying to find strength to move on,
But the mind strongly refusing to let go.
The emotions keep supporting the mind,
But the dreams keep propelling the heart.
Both are finding it so hard to get separated,
But separation started this in the first place.



That separation eventually made me lonely,
As the dark guy took away my one and only.
Knowing fully well that I could find no other,
None other to take the place of a good mother.
These bitter memories erupts my emotions,
Like a volcano about to cause a major disaster,
But then a disaster will make nothing better,
Actualizing my dreams will make a better letter,
To show that separation is powerless over the heart,
For even though you’ve been taken away for a decade,
That separation still couldn’t rip your out of my heart.
So I chose to allow the emotions to drive the dream,
As I vision how it would be when I get see you again,
Where there will be no more separation; no more pain.
For a decade of separation cannot be compared,
To an eternity of unity and joyous fellowship.



© DK, February 2012



In loving memory of my late beloved mother,
Omolara Aderenle Akintokun-Shittu
(April 19 1952 - Feb. 15, 2002)
May She continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord.



I LOVE AND MISS YOU LOADS!!!

Not Tamar, but Grace

Way back in the cursed land of Cannan,
Was a young beautiful daughter of Zimran.
She was tall, pretty, graceful and youthful,
To Zimran, they were qualities very useful.
Useful to make an alliance with the Hebrew;
That powerful Hebrew man called Judah,
Who’s so called God is an unseen wonder,
That destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah.
Now the sacrificial lamb was poor Tamar,
Who was placed on the marriage alter.


Once graceful, elegant and full of life,
She was made to look like a cheap wife.
Being kicked around like a soccer ball,
Abused and pushed against the wall.
Passed on from brother to brother,
But yet failed to be called a mother.
Fed with empty hopes and filthy lies,
Her dreams shattering before her eyes,
And her life turning into a living hell,
She turns to the unseen God of Israel.


Although she was forgotten by the man of the God,
She was yet remembered by the God of the man.
She called, even though she never really knew him,
And he answered restoring her shattered dream,
By giving her an amazing double for her trouble,
It didn’t matter if she wasn’t one of his people,
For in his sight, she’s found mercy and grace,
And became a mother in the linage of grace.
Once a cast out, suddenly budding in grace,
She’s no more that Tamar, just call her Grace.


(c) DK, April 2011