Hello everyone! what you see here is the product of the pieces of my

thoughts gathered together to find and recall the true meaning of my
MEMORY...Please, I love you all to leave your meaningful comments to help
improve my Blog and may be through your series of comments...I may eventually
find my TRUE MEMORY...Thanks!


You are welcome to my haven! I created this in the memory of my memories...I can only hope you will always hang on here as long as you can. But if you have to leave, I want you to please:

Listen to your heart
When it's calling for you
Coz I don't know where you are going
And I don't know why?
But listen to your heart
Before you turn and say...good-bye...

So that our sweetest memories can linger on as long as we live...

Monday, March 9, 2015

ÌSÀ Ñ WÓ RU - The Boiling Cauldron...

                           The Boiling Cauldron     

We came here

To live…in peace

We came…to find love

We aimed…to share friendship

And hoped…to fully embrace life

To savour the cooling breeze of nature

We sailed long…long distance

From the warmth embrace

Of our mother’s womb

To inhale the healing scents

Of paradise earth

We came…

To work and tilt the ground

Forever cultivate harmony

On the lush green

Of this globe-like plantation

Alas! We found nothing

Nothing…but strange scurrying bodies

Violently lurking in the shadow

Of the moonlight blaze

Like some turbulent frictions

On an extremely hot galaxy

Gold flaming, silver burning

Bronze melting, copper fuming

Ocean surging, global warming

Forest blazing, poisonous gas poluting

Earth quaking, flood invading

Power tussling, arms proliferating

Scurrilous rumours spreading, war lingering

Al-qaeda deadly, al-shabbab scary

ISIS daring, boko-haram alarming

Mass weapon destructing, deadly terror striking

Sociopolitical acrimony ravaging,

Ethno-religious struggles consuming

Battles raging, men fighting

Gun shattering, blood shedding

Suicide commissioning, bomb blasting

Love fading, hatred ruling

Peace failing, harmony falling

Hope dying, determination wanning

Soul shaking, heart breaking

Aids killing, fear soaring

Hunger maiming, poverty biting

Life’s threatened, home’s drenched in chaos

Oh…this place is nothing

Nothing…but a hot, hot zone

Nothing…but a boiling cauldron.

©adeolagoloba 2015

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