Olúwafèyíṣarámi

I'm free, so free I'm free! I'm singing on and jumping high Cos I'm free Spring to my steps Dance to my feet I'm free, so free. I'm free. All that was needed was a reason Even a stupid one. We found it And you'll never know what was at stake Never miss what you didn't have I bow in peace. I'm free! Fly, Feyisarami. Fly!!

Well deserved, a slap on the right cheek. For refusing to listen to the voice of wisdom. Not everyone wants truth. Not everyone loves love. Not everyone talks so you can respond. I relearned this again today. Everyone has their own choices to make. And i can't Love them more than they love themselves. I have to respect that. It's the boundaries of definition. If anything, it's easy to overwrite everything love has been With one random flop. You easily hold on to the randomest words and skip the entire statement altogether. Just to justify you and yours. But you are exactly what you hate. You just don't want to see it. But it's not my place to say. You requested for a friend, not a judge. You set up boundaries And built your walls so high No one can reach it. But It's not all about you. Everyone has their limits And everything had its own time. You've gotta be willing to look beyond just you. You've gotta be ready to care about ot...

Baba mo wa si waju re, mo wa juba Tokan tokan ni mo wa Niwaju re, Eledumare oba mi, I lift my hands to you. Take all of me Leave nothing untended. Let your hand, Olowogbogboro reach deep And rearrange all that you can use, let life speak. Let the excesses fall away, dead. Make me a new being, leaving the quarry approaching the temple. L'ariwo ba tan! The silence of the temple!! Fi owo re kan mi ki n le ri o, To see you within the whirlwind, Hear your roar above the noise, Know the colour you are within the chaotic mess. Take all of me Leave nothing untended. Let your hand, Olowogbogboro reach deep And rearrange all that you can use, let life speak. Let the excesses fall away, dead. Make me a new being, leaving the quarry approaching the temple. L'ariwo ba tan! The silence of the temple!!

First time I caught a glimpse of you, I was walking down the corridor Of the quiet space And I heard voices up ahead and there you were. Brilliant. Vast. Well spoken. The first time I saw you, At the bus stop just got down from the BRT, After a long and awkward session on the bus. We stood, talking in front of the big grocery store at the bus stop,  And I saw, You. You..  Bright, Beautiful and Simple. Your light buried under lots of dross, Defined by the tags others gave you. Your beauty hidden with 'bragado', A child screaming in silence to be loved. Scared yet scarred. With open arms, I received you as you reminded me of me As usual, I revealed to you a side of me. It was a gift, a deposit...of something beyond time. But because you didn't know better, you couldn't just accept the gift, You could not see the gift to be accepted. But, time is short. Wisdom calls from the highest heights Can you hear her? Will you respond to love? I have call...

One drama on top of the other Back to back No time to inhale. I haven't gotten myself since May. And haven't dared to write since June.... No words, no song, no smiles, no tears. Just chaotic silence. Finally, I soar free I sail beyond the tides. My heart is glad I feel right for the first time in ages. I feel in tune with you. My love knows no bounds. I am truly grateful for these experiences.

Indepth reflection Taking stock of events.... December....through June. Finding my areas of deviation And hoping for restoration. All I want to do is run and hide Away from you, from your words From your face. I laid my heart out, vulnerable; bare. A first of so many long years. I had hoped for something different, mature. A reason to allow someone else be strong for me. Rather than do it all on my own, as always. Now I laugh. How wrong. How stupid. How near impossible. I look back on last night's convo And I see for the first time. It was all wind. After six long months of priming, May was just a dream; a fantasy of some sort. A stillborn... I guess I wished you to be real. Hoped for some miracle in you. But I guess you will tell the same tale. It was never what you intended. So, I pack up bags that were never packed. I cry with the rains of June, Shedding buckets like floods in the streets, The rest of my stuff.... Me, shattered bits of glass. Th...

Shattered bits of glass, I may be; Unexpected, you cut way deeper than ever was reached. That's how much I dared to unveil. You may never understand, But you touched the deepest parts and cut it. Still in the midst of it all,  There's nothing left to fear. I think I've seen it all in my short years. Yet, I bounce back with my scars, healed... And.....Forgiveness smiles through lessons learnt. Love bubbles on... Deep and wide; unguarded and unassuming. Like the song in my heart. Oh, I will sing for love. Hear me! I will not shrink back from being me. But all 'unnecessities' must go. I will love again, and again. And forgive as many times as I can. Love bubbles on in my heart for you. And because of you, I find time for this again. I write a new song. Nothing lost, nothing missing. Every mess comes together  Into one beautiful message. I write a new song.