Posted in Dear diary, My Life

TRANSPORTATION SYSTEM (Letter to Dad)

There was a time when my movement was limited
And I had to be moved painfully from the areas I have polluted

I grew and all of a sudden my knees grew strength
And I had to move playfully by crawling though stressed

Further life smiled at me
And just one morning I tried to lift myself up by all means

I failed as I fell back on the ground with little gain
But a sweet experience I has so I tried again

One day, after series of falling
I stood and my life knew no crawling

I walked, ran and I danced
And gradually I was free from a life that I believed was canned

So many years went
And I grew tired of the same system yet

I went on an excursion and traveled by train
And I woke up the next day as if my head was sprained

I was glad my life made a change
And cheerfully I went back to my old way with no rage

A year passed and I traveled by boat
And I was scared of the ocean I almost made a wrong vote

Another one passed and I learnt how to drive
At first it was fun until I felt no more pride

I could drive so errands were made easy
Series and series of them I went on until I was dizzy

Now I’m far away from driving any car
And I geared backwards to walking along the bar

With a whispering voice I begged my dad for a car
I hope he reads this and make my life become par

I smile as I keep on walking
As I just appealed to my dad with this writing

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

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Posted in Dear diary, Injustice

WAR AND TEARS

The present state of the world is disdain And all that remains is left for those alive to claim We fight to live another day but in the process we get maim The world is full of tears but there are still smiles The war has penetrated our humanity but some still grinds Tears and war are end games of sweet turn bitter experiences Libya is overrun with tears Same as other parts of the world They live each day with fear Just like the ant which falls into a gourd I can’t claim to know what women feel But I hear their voices and affliction At the sense of danger they are forced to run on their heels Because they end up being the spoils of all annihilation Men are killed Women are raped Children are left orphaned The Elderly are kept sorrowed The tears have filled the sea And the war has yielded blood The ground cries for help But hell smiles as they journey down to her Let’s stop the war Let’s stop the oppression Let’s stop the flowing of tears Diary of a young poet Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary, My Love Story

SINNER AND SAINT

Like every dark night
There are stars that make it beautiful

Like every fossil
Though cold and hard, there are plants or flesh that are soft deep inside

Like every stormy sky
There are lightnings that precedes it

Like my cold stony heart
There is being that makes it soft and warm

Just like the devil
Who was once void of evil
There is a sinner who is in love with a saint.

Diaryofayoungpoet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary

MY WORDS, MY STRENGTH


Now what everyone wants to do is to chant
But I just sit still like a calm fat cat
But deep inside me I run wild like a hungry church rat
Just observing as people all over rant

Who is to blame?
The man that has both hands and legs but refuses to work
Or the man that resorts to begging just because he is lame
Or I who decided to keep quite when I know I have a better opinion but just sit there and croak

Silence is gold
That’s just the lie I heard that kept me from been bold
And my lips sealed tight as if its been moulded
And my soul shy like its been casted

If I refuse to talk, I lose my chance of making the world better
If I refuse to talk, I increase my chances of being dumb and would not matter

I lie under the Lord’s tent
And I make my words my strength
Its no crime to be silent
But there is a greater chance of making the world better if I gather my courage and breath
And I speak to the world and make my strength felt.

Diary of a young poet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi
Mcbumnik

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

ABUSE ME VERY WELL

I woke up just like any other day and all i could just think of is the phrase “Abuse me very well“, then i started to remember my days in secondary school when we used to joke and whine and call each other unnecessary funny names. Then i didn’t really know how to whine but i for sure knew how to laugh to those jokes.

The awkward part is that we sometimes whine about the persons looks and shape, what the Yorubas call ” ebu ara “. I was quite short then and my nose was quite big also so i knew my place was to just sit back and laugh to the stand up comedy. Although there were times i was picked on also but i sha survived.

My point here is about PERFECTION and ACCEPTANCE, i used to think that some people were made perfect while some others were not, until i got to know that no one is truly perfect unless you learn to accept yourself for the person you are.

The truth is that if you don’t accept yourself for who you are you will never feel or learn to appreciate yourself. Lemme give you a scenario, while growing up i and my younger brother were battling with the same height and i was always angry that he would disrespect me or people would soon start calling him the elder brother and me the younger. I didn’t look at the other properties i possess, i didn’t look for my own inner height as i should, i didn’t accept my perfection in other things. Well the truth is that he is now taller than me now but i am glad i was able to accept that before he became the giant he is.

My point is that you have to learn to accept your flaws irrespective of what they are and use them to your advantage. “You are beautiful just the way you are”.

Well i still have to write a poem because that’s what i do. And please do well to follow and comment, i would really appreciate your opinions and contribution.

ABUSE ME VERY WELL

I walk down the street and you laughed

I dance the way i can and you laughed

I dress in what i have and you laughed

You know what, i also laugh

Do you know why?

I have found the secret to perfection

Looking deep back at you i see your flaws also

But i choose not to use them against you

Why?

Because I’m aiming for a better me

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Accepting who you really are and working on making yourself a better you is the key to perfection – Olubunmi Sanyaolu

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

ONE CORNER (The Poem)

So this one corner dance and act is presently taking over the net and i only saw the dance just yesterday. I was so desperate to find out what people have been hissing and ranting about that i started asking my classmates if any of then have the video of any clip.

To my surprise those that had it said they had deleted it and this grew my suspicions… Well to cut the story short, i finally decided to hunt for it on Instagram and all i could see was people climbing poles and looking for any corner or edge to dance the song with (Truthfully its very hilarious).

This blog is mainly known for poems so i’d do well to write one but not based on the dance though.

ONE CORNER (THE POEM)

It was a lonely day

All i could think of was fame

I took my notebook and i wrote myself a play

Of how i want life to turn out for me i pray

Rolling in the latest car

And having the perfect bae

Then i just heard my friend say

Baba you better leave that one corner you dey

His shout brought me back to reality

And i saw sense in what he said

“…leave that one corner…”

Motivated i was

To go far in life you need to leave that comfort zone

And leave that corner

You need to explore

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Majority of us tend to live our life at a corner but the moment we break lose we’ll see that the room has a lot in store and it even has a door to a world that could be explored – Olubunmi Sanyaolu

Posted in Dear diary, My Love Story

THAT NOT SO PERFECT LOVE STORY

I have liked her for more than two years
I tried to escape the feeling
So I decided to move on with my life
Not knowing that I’m moving in circles
Now I’m back at my starting point
All I could ever imagine
Is packed in one mind and body
In one being who I share many realities
Talking of intelligence
Talking of beauty
Talking of a person with a plan for the future
Talking of a person who would never set for less
All packed in one mind and body
But she is far from perfect
That I can accept
But she looks down on others
That I can’t accept
Why? I just can’t explain
She hardly listens and does only what she feels
‘Please listen to my advice’ I’d say
‘Don’t tell me how to do my things’ she’d say

I wish she could just listen
Because all I want for her is the best and I have my reasons
My heart has long been locked in her prison
And the gate is open with a choice given
I can decide to leave or stay
But the future is dim and gray
She wouldn’t make me happy and so I say
I’m still in love with her but our love story is not so perfect
I’m the one with the issues because I can’t accept you just the way you are
And you like you the way you are
I’ve got my bad side but I’m willing to change for you
But would you change for me?
#Diaryofayoungpoet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

A Chance

The strangest thing about life is that we all have a chance to choose which path we want. Although there are times when our paths are forced on us but we can choose to make the best use of the path to get us to our dream destination… You have been given a chance, its your decision to maximize it.

A CHANCE
Opportunities come and go
Lucks come in the form of both good and bad
Decisions are at times life changing or deadly
The chances you get now shape your future
The people you meet along the way give you stories to tell
You have a chance to choose life and love
And also to choose death and hate
The chances are clear between success and failure
Just as they are clear when you choose the wrong path and a person lights up your way
The choices you make today makes you who you are tomorrow
Don’t be defined by your past
Choose a glorious future
#we are rising
@diaryofayoungpoet
Diary of a Young Poet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary, Imaginations, Inspirational

My imagination. My strength

It’s very funny when I solve problems with my mind
And find drastic solutions just with my imagination
It’s very funny when you crush on someone
And you picture yourself dating the person
It’s very funny when am hungry
And I imagine that perfect delicacy my mum makes
It’s very sad when someone hurts you
And you can only keep quiet about it
It’s very sad when someone breaks your heart
And you imagination becomes shattered
But think of the possibilities
Think of the power of imagination
Think of the strength it yields
And think of the impact you can make to your generation.
#we are rising
#Diary of a young poet
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary

MY POEM, MY INNER TRUTH

I lie to myself
When I say my poems do not depict my thoughts
I lie to myself
When I say I don’t get hurt
I lie to myself
When I say I like being alone
I lie and I know
But I also say the truth

They say the truth will set you free
So I lay down my truth
I love and I hate
That’s what makes me human
I feel jealousy because I care alot
I have a lot of heartbreaks which is really sad
But I hide it under my smile

The truth is I smile so you won’t know my weakness
The truth is am not proud but I have a functioning Ego
The truth is i want my name to be written in history

But all I do is write in my diary

Olubunmi Sanyaolu (Mcbumnik)
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