World’s Solution

M.L King Jr. said he had a dream,
Guess what! I do too, just like him.
I have a universal answer for every nation,
And the solution for this current generation.


I’m not only here to create an impression,
I’m also here to make a needed correction.
What I have is a revolutionary vision,
And this is a world’s restoration mission.


In a world that love has turned into a mirage,
And arsenals capacities are being enlarged.
At a difficult time and season such as this,
It is crucial to realize how important love is.


Love is divine and powerful,
It is a feeling that is so wonderful.
Love is what makes life beautiful,
And makes our living meaningful.


Love is real and it heals,
It heals better than medicinal pills.
Love is a medicine for the soul,
It cures and makes whole.


Love is the greatest gift of all,
A nation without love is heading for a fall.
The power of love can break any limiting wall,
And with love, any nation can stand tall.


Now look down deep into your heart,
You will find love somewhere in there.
Hatred does nothing than to tear apart,
So let’s love one another without fear.


After searching high and low,
I have finally come to know,
That the solution for the whole world,
Is only as simple as the four letter word…
L O V E !


© DK, Feb 2010

The Authentic Package

She is the real deal,
An original package with a seal,
Still wrapped up in a plastic bag,
That has the authenticity tag.
She is straight from the source,
Perfectly made and set on course.
She comes with a lifetime warranty,
And a proven satisfaction guarantee.
She is the product you’ll love to have,
But sorry this one has my name written all over it.


I am that scarce genuine package,
That brand new legitimate image.
I am the authentic standard chosen,
Just like Wendy’s: fresh and never frozen.
Uncontaminated, pure and super neat,
Brand new; never tampered with.
A product glowing in mint condition,
In an immaculate state of perfection.
I am that product you all wish you had,
But sorry, you all don’t deserve this package.


Birds of a feather they say flock together,
That’s why it’s both of us that should be together.
She knows just what it takes to keep this package,
Coz she knows how it feels like to be the package.
You would not wanna dress up a pig with a jewel,
Because a pig can’t just value that gemstone well.
We both deserve nothing but the very best,
And that best can’t be found in any of the rest.
The best I’m talking about is only in you and I,
That’s because we are the authentic package.


© DK, April 2010

Fear & Mistakes

I have always nurtured a fear,
A fear that I now wish to share,
Share with anyone who will care,
And help me with this burden I bare.
I scream that someone might hear,
Coz I can’t just fold my arms and stare.


I am so scared of making mistakes,
And a mediocre is what that makes.
The reason my decisions take long,
Is the fear of getting things wrong.
But then it is always better to try,
Than not to try at all and then cry.


Mistakes are not instruments of failure,
But tools with which to build success.
A mistake is like a teacher,
It makes one wiser and better.
Mistakes are simply inevitable,
But they make one accountable.


Fear does nothing good but to limit,
It Limits and condemns one to defeat.
Fear does nothing than to minimize,
To minimize the potentials meant to rise.
Fear is like an isolating prison or cage,
That keeps its host locked in bondage.


Fear only cripples your decision,
But indecision is also a decision.
Being fearful isn’t being careful.
Instead trust in the Lord and be prayerful.
Knowing that even when things go wrong,
They are still working together for good.


© DK, October 09

Love is a Virus

My heart blows up like it’s gonna burst,
It beats fast like a runner trying to come first,
It rapidly expands and retracts,
This heart of mine is no more intact.
I’m talking about a heart that was once strong,
I just can’t stop wondering what went wrong.
A once durable heart regardless of emotional load,
Now so fragile and often feels like it would explode.
What has gone wrong with my precious heart,
That it has suddenly fallen apart?


My mind halts and I wonder the cause,
It’s like a remote control was used to push pause.
Leaving just that single thought in my head,
Ruining my appetite that I can’t even eat my bread.
My once broad mind has suddenly been confined,
Thinking in just one direction like a shallow mind.
I have totally lost my mind; I think I’m going insane,
And the fact that I can’t control it causes me more pain.
What has happened to my once sound mind,
That it has degenerated to this weak kind?


Now with a defective heart and mind, what is left for me?
I’m so scared, is this how it will continue to be?
I’m trying to figure out what happened and how it began,
As I watch myself reduced to this gutless man.
With this fragile heart, halted mind and stolen soul,
I started wondering what I could do to be made whole,
Until I realised it all started when you came into my life.
Choosing to love you was like injecting a virus into my system,
And now this is what that love virus has turned me into,
Making me conclude that love is a virus.


© DK, April 2010

The Irony of Life

There is something special about today’s date,
It’s my birthday and I’m pumped up to celebrate.
To me today is the best day of the year,
But wait a minute, what is that sound I hear?
I saw a black limousine with other cars at the back,
And many people looking sad, all in black.
Here I am excited on my birthday morning,
And there they are in deep sorrow, mourning!
It’s the best day of my life because it’s my birthday,
But for them I’m sure it’s the opposite they’ll say.


I remember once receiving a phone call at midnight,
The Caller said good day & I thought… that isn’t right.
How could one say good day at midnight, I started to wonder,
Until it occurred to me to me that It’s because I’m in Canada,
And my caller was calling me from Malaysia in Asia.
It was noon there because they were 12hours ahead,
But here it’s midnight and I am sleeping in my bed.
Wait! Does that mean when they say Happy New Year,
I would still be hoping and praying to make the New Year?
What an Irony, What a Life?


Now I believe that old wise saying,
That what faces one person, backs the other.
Joy & sorrow, tears & laughter, peace & strife.
The good and the bad, that’s what makes up life.
Which ever phase of life you are going through,
Just be strong, positive, trust God and stay true.
Remember when you are happy that someone is sad,
When you are feeling good, someone is feeling bad.
Whenever you experience any of these things again,
Just call it the Irony of Life.


© dk… August 2009

My Prayer

Fill my cup,
Fill it to the top,
Please don’t stop,
If it overflows, I’ll mop,
As long as my cup it is filled up.


It is my heart desire,
That you add oil to my fire,
So it can blow bigger & higher,
Such that others can acquire,
And connect like electric wire.


Satisfy my hungry soul,
Like a tasty soup bowl.
Like water, quench my thirsty soul,
And restore all the enemy stole,
So that I could be made whole.


Anoint my head with fresh oil,
Let me find it easy while others toil,
Let my heart be at rest while others boil,
Let my mind be at peace even in turmoil,
And let me blossom like a plant on good soil.


Touch my hands & make them blessed,
Blessed! That’s how I want to be addressed,
Gladden my heart so I won’t be depressed,
Calm my mind so I won’t be stressed,
And empower me so I won’t be oppressed.


Now to you all my cares I lay,
Please hear me as I humbly pray,
I pray that you guide me each day,
So that I will never miss my way,
And be led by the Devil astray.


This is my prayer!


© DK, April 2010

Greatest Love in History

From heaven to earth he was sent,
To give sight to a world that was blind.
All the way to the cross he went,
Just that he might save all mankind.


On his head rested the weight of the world,
On his shoulder laid the sins of the world,
On his head was a crown made of thorns,
And on his shoulder was that heavy cross.


Taking the mockery and the shame,
That we might be called by his name.
Enduring the brutal whipping and the pain,
That we might have everlasting life to gain.


He gave his own life as a sacrifice,
Used his own blood to pay the price,
Cried out in agony and tears in his eyes,
He even watched his beloved deny him thrice.


They spat on him and hit him in the face,
While making his way to his crucifixion place.
On getting there, they thrust a spear in his side,
Then watched him hang on the cross and died.


He died, but that wasn’t his end,
It was the gates of hell he went to rend,
And the keys to the grave he went to seize,
Triumphing over death with ease.


Innocent, yet he was punished,
And finally he said it was finished.
Blameless, yet he was killed,
Making millions now Sprit-filled.


He was dead, but now he has risen,
And that is the reason for this season.
He has finally risen to die no more,
And right now he reigns forevermore.


Oh! What a wonderful love story?
That he left his majestic throne and glory,
To die just to give mortal man the victory,
Displaying the greatest love in history.


Happy Easter!


© DK, March 2010

Wisdom

Where comes wisdom?
And where is the place of understanding? (Job 28:20)
This was an answer JOB was seeking to find.
And also a question on many people's mind.
Is it inherited, developed or simply a gift?
Is it only the ability to make good calls & avoid rift?
Is it simply out-smarting the other person?
Or devising evil to teach offenders a lesson?


Wisdom is the practical application of knowledge,
It is the principal thing in life (Prov. 4:7)
You grow and develop in it, even Jesus had to, (Luke 2:52),
In order to be able to rightly preach the kingdom.
Knowledge tells you fire consumes anything it contacts,
Wisdom tells you not to put your hands into it.
Wisdom is a tree of life to those who have it (Prov. 3:18)
And a crown of glory to them that seek it (Prov. 4:9)


Wisdom isn't hiding as it often portrayed,
It cries on the streets and public places seeking people (Prov. 1:20).
Wisdom is given by God (Prov. 2:6),
And whoever lacks wisdom should ask from God (James 1:5).
Wisdom is always profitable to direct (Ecc. 10:10),
It requires less strength and struggles to that effect.
Whoever walks with the wise would get wise (Prov. 3:20),
Remember Jesus in the temple with the doctors, teachers and the wise.


The answer is easier than what you had expected,
The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom (Prov. 1:7)
And wisdom is the fear of God (Job 28:28)
It's so ironic that wisdom seeks man,
Yet man still goes around in search for wisdom.
The following is what God's wisdom displays (James 3:17)
Purity, Gentility, Impartiality, Peace, Mercy, Approachability.
Here is the true wisdom we should get.


(c) DK... March2009

Mind Games

An old crush said I should have told her how I felt,
That made me feel like whipping myself with a belt.
I blamed myself and just couldn’t forgive myself,
Because she said she felt the same way herself.


My question is, did she actually feel the same way,
Or is she just looking for a mind game to play?
Would she have reacted positively like she said,
Or was she just trying to mess with my head?


If she knew, she would have eventually said NO,
Why did she insist I should have made her know?
Is it just for the pleasure of hearing me flow,
Or is she just trying to make her self-esteem grow?


Playing with my emotions isn’t just right,
That is injustice at its highest height,
Toying with my feelings is just so wrong,
My heart sure doesn’t look like ping pong.


Why not let your No be No, and Yes be Yes,
And Stop playing me like a game of chess.
In my own rights, I deserve some respect,
Because I love you doesn’t make me your subject.


What you show is not only an act of immaturity,
It is a show of your ignorance and insecurity.
It is better you learn how to grow up,
Than messing my affectionate mind up.


What made me so stupid to have told you my mind,
Could it have been love that made me that blind?
With you I’ve always been sweet, gentle and kind,
Looking for love, now its shame and regrets I find.


But remember what goes around comes back around,
Don’t cry when you turn the victim next time around.
You will surely pay for all the damage you’ve done to me,
And to think of it, someone like you doesn’t deserve me.


© DK, October 2009

The Fire

You are the oil that keeps my fire burning,
The gas that keeps my engine running,
The engine that keeps my wheels turning,
And the sun that turns my night into morning.


You are the inscription on my heart,
The description of my complete part.
You are the only picture on my mind,
Because I have set it on auto rewind.


You are the button that turns me on,
You empower me like a loaded gun,
You are the reason why I was born,
The reason why my mother bore a son.


You brighten my life like the sun,
Replaced my depression with fun.
You give me a vision of a sweet future,
That makes me want God to delay rapture.


You put a smile on my lovely face,
Stand strong behind me like a brace.
You give my wandering heart a resting place,
With your sweet kiss and warm embrace.


You give me a reason to wanna live,
Coz I see both of us like Adam and Eve,
Who were created specially for each other,
And were made just to love one another.


Whenever I close my eyes it’s you I see,
Even in my dreams, there you’ll still be.
Your love has completely captured me,
And I don’t even want anyone to set me free.


Our souls have been connected,
Our hearts have been united,
The fire has been ignited,
Lighted to burn forevermore.


© DK, March 2010

Conflicting Reports

My Pastor says practise what you preach,
My father says act what you teach.
But I guess you were not taught that,
Or maybe you just decided to be a brat.
You open your mouth and say something,
Then you turn around & do another thing.
Your words should be in line with your actions,
Instead you keep giving contradicting reactions.
Your behaviour just keeps confusing me,
Because what I hear is not what I see.


You say you are not falling for me,
Yet you can’t go a minute without for calling me.
You insist that I’m definitely not your type,
Yet you can’t go a day without messaging me on Skype.
You told me you can’t become my own,
But late into the night you call my phone.
You say I don’t have a game,
Yet, you can’t stop calling my name.
It’s like you are trying to get my mind screwed up,
Like you are only trying to get my head messed up.


Anytime you see me, your face glows,
You think I don’t know, but it shows.
I know you really want me,
You just don’t want to admit it.
I know you always dream about me,
You don’t just want to believe it.
I know you are in love with me,
You just don’t know how to say it.
I will advise you to stop saying what is not,
And just admit that you like me a lot.


© DK, Feb 2010

Dark Night into Bright Light

Dazed like one hit by a moving train,
Shivering like one drenched in rain,
Trembling like one about to be slain,
Confusion is taking over my brain,
My dreams are drifting away,
My hopes are fading day after day,
My course is leading astray,
My aspirations turning into child’s play,
No good testimony in my mouth to say,
Despite the fact that I always pray.


My heart is crying,
The tears aren’t drying.
My soul is dying,
Degenerating, despite me trying.
My bones are weak,
My blood pressure is at its peak,
My body feels terribly sick,
Not enough energy to speak,
And my vision is going bleak.
Restoration I desperately seek!


Despite how discouraging it feels,
I will lift up my eyes to the hills,
For my help comes from the Lord,
The creator of the whole world.
He will restore my defective soul,
Heal my heart & make me whole.
He shall relive the dream that was once lost.
Therefore, in no one else will I put my trust,
Than the only one who is more than able,
To turn my sadness into gladness,
And turn my dark night into a bright light.


© DK Feb 2010

The New Black Race

( In Celebration of Black History Month)


Yes! I’m black,
But that doesn’t mean I lack.
Don’t judge me by the colour of my skin,
But by the values I possess within.
You may have made my ancestors your slaves,
Used them, beat them up & lock them in caves.


You may have kept their body and soul in captivity,
And made them carry out your dirty activities.
You may have treated them like criminals,
Whipped them with sticks like animals.
You may have utterly crushed their spirit,
And condemned them to defeat.


But now, the new breed has arrived,
You tried to kill the African dream, but it survived.
The long awaited generation is finally here,
A generation that is strong with no fear.
A people showing up to prove their true worth,
Who’s been preparing themselves & now breaking forth.


We might have been accused and jailed,
In the past we might have woefully failed,
But we have come to take our rightful place,
A place that has been deprived our race.
We have come to demonstrate we can stand tall,
From now on, united we stand, never to fall.


We are black doesn’t mean all we do is smoke weed,
Gone are the days when they say we don’t read,
We are now great writers and readers.
We have become role models and leaders.
Once subjugated, but we have bounced back,
We never give up, that’s why we are black.


We are a race of valour,
We are proud of our colour,
We are black, but we are beautiful,
We are strong and we are powerful,
We are a race of rich tradition & culture,
We are the hope & the world’s future.



© DK, Feb 2010

Tribute to the Brave Soldier

I woke up early to say a prayer with dad in the morning,
Never knew that the morning would turn into mourning.
It was still very dark outside, at about six o clock,
When I got what turned out to be a devastating shock.
An unusual incident had just happened in my town,
The mighty and giant tree had just fallen down,
The great fish in the river had drowned,
The happy face was suddenly frowned.
The mighty warrior had been slain.
Leaving all with broken heart and pain.


She battled so brave and strong,
She had held her own in battle for this long.
She thought this would also end with a victory song,
Unfortunately this time around the brave soldier was wrong.
But she was also right because she’s only passed on to glory,
Turning what seemed to be a bad news into a glorious story.
Now grave you tell me, Where is your victory?
Death I boldly ask you now, Where is your sting?
The kingdom soldier has only returned to her king.
Now her duty is no more to fight, but to worship and sing.


Although you are gone, but you will never be forgotten,
Your legacy has already been emphatically written.
Written and stamped on this broken heart of mine,
And now generates a light that makes my life shine.
How I wish you were here to see your little boy’s rise,
I owe it all to you because you paid the price.
Please say hello to the Angels for me,
I thank them for warmly welcoming you.
For me, I’ll keep the legacy until we see,
Eight years without you and I’m still missing you.


© DK, February 2010


In loving memory of my late beloved mother,
Mrs Omolara Aderenle Akintokun-Shittu
(April 19, 1952- February 15, 2002)
May you continue to rest in the bossom of the Lord

The Rain of Love

Dark clouds gathering in the sky,
Making the blue sky turn grey,
Tension is starting to go high
What is becoming of this perfect day?
And asking myself the reason why.
Why the clouds have chosen to come today,
In frustration I was beginning to cry,
Hoping the cloud hasn’t come to stay.
I am just gonna go on my bed and lie,
Or better still go on my knees and pray,
Pray that this dark cloud rolls away.
But seems like it has something to say,
I hear it saying it’s about to rain,
And this rain is not of water, but of Love,
So let the rain of love fall on me right now.


Thunder striking so hard,
Lightening striking so bad,
Thunder sounds terrifying,
Lightening looks frightening.
It’s the most horrifying scene,
Unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
My fearful heart heavily pounds,
Each time the great thunder sounds.
My fear increases and my tear abounds,
Each time the lightening comes around.
Terrified, I had to lie down facing the ground,
Stay there until the purpose of this change is found.
Then a voice spoke that there would be a downpour,
But its gonna be a flood of love and not of water.


© DK, November 09

You & I

You are a great catch,
Coz you & I are a perfect match.
If I had this known all along,
I wouldn’t have taken this long.


You say that I make you real,
But words can’t explain how you make me feel.
You say that I beautify your life,
But you wait till you become my wife.


You call me your sunshine.
But you are the only idol in my shrine.
You call me your treasure,
But loving you gives me pleasure.


You refer to me as your heart,
But you stole all of my heart.
You are so humble & fine,
I’m proud to call you mine.


Each time you give me that smile,
I fall in love all over again.
If I don’t hear your voice for a while,
I feel like I’m going insane.


You are the mystery that was never hidden,
The question, the answer & the clue.
You are the dream that has always been true,
The hope that had since come through.


You are the sweetest thing life has offered me,
You are the best gift God has given me.
You are all that I have ever wanted,
And everything that I ever needed.


With you and I together,
Nothing else could be better.
You and I in this romantic love,
Has long been ordained from above.


© DK, January 2010

Kill Me

My heart is filled with fears,
My eyes are filled with tears,
My soul pierced with spears,
My spirit weakens & wears,
My body wears & tears,
Suicidal thoughts my mind bears,
Battered beyond repairs,
Been dying slowly over the years


You kill me like a slow poison,
Destroying me for no reason.
You feed on my system like a virus,
Contaminated my blood like HIV.
You break me up in little pieces,
You treat me like faeces,
You torture me emotionally,
That I run mental occasionally.


You descended upon my heart,
And you totally tore it apart.
You utterly crushed my spirit,
And devoured my flesh like meat.
You pleasurably fed on my soul,
Like a scrumptious meal in a bowl.
You took advantage of my body,
And treat me like I’m nobody.


The gifts you bring me is pain,
Your presence drives me insane.
But, onwards there’s nothing more to gain,
When you come trying to hurt me again.
Coz my feelings have been killed,
And my emotions can’t be healed.
If there is any worse thing you can do,
With all pleasure, go ahead and do.


And if there is nothing more you can do,
Just kill me now!


© DK, December 09

Beautiful Devil

She is so fresh & fair,
With the long brown hair.
She's got super sized hips,
With soft, tender and sexy lips.


In her eyes there is electrifying fire,
Which transmits current like electric wire.
In her heart, there is a big magnet,
That attracted whichever guy she met.


She is like a special pearl,
She’s every guy’s dream girl.
She is beauty’s measuring stick,
And all the boy’s number one pick.


She is the queen diva that rules,
Makes cool guys look like fools.
She is strong and dominating,
Unparallel beauty so intimidating.


She’s the type to take to momma,
A proud one to call your baby mama.
She’s the kind to take to your guys,
To make you a superstar in their eyes.


She turns boys into stalkers,
And turns the girls into haters.
She turns players into lovers,
And straight chicks into lesbians.


Your problem starts with beholding her face,
Coz the picture sticks forever, never to be erased.
It gets stuck in your head, never to be replaced,
Getting her off your mind now requires God’s grace.


She robs & torments simple hearts.
She captures & tortures weak souls.
Her beauty is good but at the same time evil,
That is why I call her a beautiful devil.


© DK, December 09

A Note to My Oppressor

You are a beast,
With a deadly fist.
I am like your prey,
And I have to pray.


Pray that when you launch your next punch,
It won’t take my pathetic life.
That when you swing the next blow,
It won’t take me 6 feet below.


A beat-down is how you say Hi,
Your joy is to give me a black eye.
You find pleasure in my cry,
And love to see me slowly die.


You hit me fierce & hard,
And said I made you mad.
You kick me around like a ball,
Pushed me hard against the wall.


You enjoy treating me bad,
You are happy seeing me sad.
You are the enemy of my soul,
And to destroy me is your goal.


You beat me up blue/black,
But now its time to fight back.
I swear to God!
I’ll fight till the last drop of my blood.


I have had enough,
And now, you tick me off.
I’m not scared of you animal.
You are nothing but a criminal.


You deviously stole my soul,
But now I’ve been made whole,
And everything you have stolen from me,
I’m gonna fight back to take it all back!


© DK, December09

The New Year

It's a New Year,
And this is the voice I Hear,
So loud and Clear,
Saying thou shall not Fear,
For God will not give you more than you can Bear,
Whenever you need someone to Care,
He is always There,
Even though life throws a big challenge like a Spear
Even though you are attacked from the front and the Rear,
Even though your heart skips like a Deer,
Do not Err.

Your God is Near,
By his word he did Swear,
That his glory will no man Share,
He will surely switch the Gear,
And wipe every Tear,
Then people will open their mouth wide and Stare,
Because you will not longer be the person you were,
Take praise as the garment you will wear,
And take God in your heart very close and Dear,
Assuredly Yea,
The new year will bring good news to our Ears.
(Amen)

(c) DK