THE BANISHED DEMON | Tunde Abdulsalam AKA @savvyminded

You satanic being they call Ebola, Why wage war on us from Liberia, Break the boarder to Angola And crusade death promo in lagos and yola. You regard not the sacred jerusalem and mecca, Rampage America 
And rope your cobwebs in Europe would you murder even the pope? You spell cast us of diarrhoea, form an ally with malaria Using their armies of bacteria, You invade our blood stream areas. We shiver and squirm in a mud of fever, Slowly, we tranquil into eternal Coma Nurses,
 doctors,
 even our Mama Will not dare coming closer if they do, they you you take over You stir fear timid above the air: No warm clasp of our palms, how you dey Now we fist-lift the heavy air, twale and a distant 'rankadede'. You lieutenant to general death parading our town in murder, you must be On an order to erase human race . We bind you seven red and white candle, Your banish sacrifice We offer esu laalu: A fierce-hot palm oil, three burnt nut kola, A calabash of palm kernel And a two-toed cockerel. 

 Arubo ebo da no ooo, ajankoro dugbe,
Iku at'arun lo nile yi oo, ajankoro dugbe.

Odi gba! odi gbere! Igbo rere! We banish you from our land To the be wilderness of demons in the forbidden forest where you belong.

"A Seed Sowed With Greed" | Tunde Abdulsalam @savvyminded

I Tunde Abdulsalam hereby Speak my Voice to #GenVoices #100KVoices and come 18 January, 2013, I will be among the participants at TBS, Lagos Nigeria.

A Day

By: Tunde Abdulsalam

Today! few years back, my savvy mind sneaked out of
my chest escaping through my too teeny ribs, 'azonto'
'azonto' into our sky, he dances his way as he flees.

Oh! Our lovely sky that is smiling, spreading a pleasant
blue colour attire that is so cosy like that of the sea at
night...

I see my savvy mind dancing as it wave above all roofs,
past the mountains, height above hills, looking down at
the oceans, flowing calmly, steady, in a motion that is
friendly.

My savvy mind could see the moon dancing, singing in a
sonorous genial tune...chanting: its a wonderful day in
the month of June...

To my savvy mind's astonishment is a Stream of
stars, shining, shimmering, gleaming, and sparkles of light
blinking and winking. I see these funky happy peppy
stars dancing as they flood towards my savvy mind with
a gentle dance of the Daffodils dancing to a mild
breeze's melody.

Wink* Trust my savvy mind grow so inquisitive, prying
into every thin air in his breath, asking why delight
spread everywhere, even in the wee air that flees the
atmosphere ...

A star is born!
A star is born!
Their convivial chant continues:

A star that plight to shine its sparkles of light on our sky
at night.
A star that is so bright as it plight to make Delight and
our world Unite.
A knight with a white bright soul like that of snow
A knight that promise to make the fire of our world and
delight ignite.

Happy birthday my friend Ganiu.
You'll live to feel comfort like that of morning dews
Your joy will always be new
Our proud star of June.

OUR PRIVILEGED SIRES

By: Tunde Abdulsalam  @Savvyminded

Our privileged sires, your wave like that of the sea to sail

our country ship to 'Canaan' is well acknowledged.

 

You're privileged,
Not because you're the master of knowledge
Remember some less privileged also patronised the

college.

 

But, you're privileged because the people converge and

merge
To hand you this verge
that made you emerged.

 

My savvy mind was strolling along the people's passage,
I see these souls that you manage,
Wearing a pale smiling hope and courage.

 

My savvy mind stopped by with a sigh to ask why!?
Why is your hope and courage in bondage?

My lips wear a gaunt smile.

 

There's no yam in the village
To prepare their porridge
Neither is there orange,nor sausage
Not to even talk of beverage
In their food storage.
This engages their minds in a divorced marriage
With hope and courage.

 

Our privileged sires,
These people are your priceless baggage, a jewels filled

luggage
That you need to manage.

 

Let these words ring bell in your minds like an adage
Because, this 'Poetic lexical items" is the heaven's

message.

THE GIST OF OUR MIDST

By Tunde Abdulsalam

Welcome to our midst, our 'Splendid Glee.'
Today your breaths and ours meet with ease like the
breeze and sea that kisses each other with peace.

Welcome to a midst that will make your sorrows plea as
they flee because honey of joy will swim around thee like
a hive of honey bees.

Welcome to a midst where breeze is a gentle wind that
sings. Ding! ding! As its ring rings your sorrows into the
wee winds it flings. Your merriment and delight now
links, making your joy rule like one of our kings...

Welcome to a midst that will hug you like 'a familiar
stranger', looking past your image with its dagger, in a
spactacuz posture to ensure 'you' not been followed by
any danger.

Welcome to a midst of the legendary saga, a midst that
will not scare your presence with it dagger and will not
cost your essence any anger.

Welcome to a midst that will take you far like harp lager,
on a ladder to a 'peak' where your joy will dazzle and
dribble like 'Daniel Agger.'
A peak where your joy will never stagger, rather, it will
stride with 'An Elegant jubilant swagger.

Let It Go!

By Tunde Abdulsalam

You've got to let it go!
even though it hurts your soul
as a whole
and always costs you a Oh!
You've got to let it go!

Even though it melts your heart
and darts your soul
 leaving a hole
that serves as a road
through which your God oh!
Penetrates your soul ,
you've got to let it go!

Even though it wakes you up at night 

making you ignore your snore
like your heart sore
 and your bed is invaded by 

rain, you've got to let it go!

Even though it makes you wonder
 if the moon is still the lantern of the sky 

and all the stars in the sky form the 

pattern of a NO!
You've got to let it go!

Even though it transforms the breeze 

that kisses your skin with ease
 to a gloomy wind that causes your heart heat,

 you've got to let it go

Even though at the face of the mirror, 

with your excessive intake of liquor.
The mirror still reveals your true figure. 

You brake the mirror
and say;
 'I just can't let go!' 

You still have to let it go!

You've got to let is go!,
 it is so
because 

those that you need to let go,
Oh! 

They must GO!
Because they are not part of those poles 

that will upright the 

shelter of your goal.