Posted in Dear diary, My Love Story

1+1=0 (One plus One is equal to Zero)

A VALENTINE SPECIAL COUPLED WITH QUESTIONS MUM AND DAD ASK

Mum always asked, “Iyawo nko?”

And I’ll weirdly reply, “God had not yet provided”

Dad always asked and smiled, “Is it your girlfriend you are talking to on the phone?”

And I’ll weirdly reply, “No ooo, just my friend”

Now that God has provided, all I want to do is run

Mum always said, “Bring a fine girl home ooo”

And I’ll smile to myself and say, “Who wants to marry an ugly girl because I’m not ugly myself?”

Dad always said, “Be careful of women out there” And I’ll smile to myself and say, “I’m taking my time so as get the best person for me”

Now that God has provided all I want to do is run

I thought and listed the qualities I wanted from my girl, “beautiful, dark skinned, blessed, caring, loving, wonderful mother and a home keeper”

I smiled and thought, “nothing could ever go wrong with this kind of woman”

Now that God as provided, all I want to do is run

I saw the girl of my dreams and evaluated my options, “I was expecting dark skinned but she is light”

“Nothing could probably go bad”, I said and thought my choice was right

“Some other qualities are missing”, I had to make a choice because Valentine was this night

I said yes anyways and make the move like a dashing knight

Now that God has provided, all I want to do is run

It felt sweet at first

And my One was added to hers

Now those qualities that were missing hunt me

I can’t proudly go home and tell mum, “This is my Iyawo”

I can’t go home and smile to dad saying, “she is on the phone, talk to her”

Now I run because we are not compatible

My One and her One could not yield many blessings, just pain

My One is my heart and it hurts

Not that God has provided all I can do is hope for better

DIARY OF A YOUNG POET

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

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Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational

WHAT DID WE CHOOSE?

Right from our mother’s womb
We had no much of a choice
Either been born male or female
We had no much of a choice
Coming out leg first or head first
We had no much of a choice
Being born into a Christian, Muslim or Indigenous home
We had no much of a choice
Born into a rich, poor or average home
We had no much of a choice
Choosing who gets to raise us, either both parents, single parent, a nanny, family member or an orphanage
We had no much of a choice
Sucking from either the left or the right breast
We had no much of a choice
Still sucking either sweet or sour
We had no much of a choice
Being carried either on the back or the front
We had no much of a choice

Till we came of age and started making decisions
We had no much of a choice
But at age, all decisions are ours
A life of crime or good
A life of aiming for success or being contended with failure
A life of giving up or continuous striving for prosperity
We have a chance to chose
What do you get to choose for your life?
Its a new year, choose wisely.

Diary of a young poet wishes you HAPPY NEW YEAR
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary, Injustice, My Life

Painful Africans Ideology on Men’s Emotion

They say a man should work until the day he dies
Living each second with either joy or hate until he passes
From his first breath to his very last
He keeps toiling until his life collapse

When is a man never bad?
Bad son when he does what he is passionate about and discards his parent’s
Bad friend when he avoids them and stay at home without hanging out
Bad husband when he spends his time with friends
Bad father when he works too much and spends little time at home

All he needs is a helper suitable for him
Not a leach fixated to the side of his neck
Extracting not just his life but his income

Africans, why can’t he help his wife with chores, without you saying he is a weak man?
Why can’t he wash his wife’s cloths without you saying he is jazzed?
If he gives a woman a ride from work
He is a Casanova
If he doesn’t
He is not a gentle man

The easiest way to a man’s heart is love
“Once he loves, he becomes a mindless zombie”
“He should be strong”
“A weak man can’t lead a family”
Or so they say
When does a man in love become a weakling?
This saying has driven men to hate
So as to be strong for the society

How would you say you can never please a man without even trying?
Make him happy and you have the key to his heart
Make him sad and you open the door to exploration
Man has emotions and also feels pain but he is just perfect at hiding, all for the sake of being strong.

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational, My Life

WOMAN WITH A PLAN

She is born just like every other being
Little, soft, gentle and pure
With no clue what life entails and means
All she does was cry and giggle until she came of age

Age does not mean number of years
But a stage in life where knowledge of life is attained
She is of age unlike many of her counterparts
Who just still see life the same way
Not for its capturing but as a game
Unlike others, she makes the world her personal playhouse
She constructs and enlarges it as part of her personal achievement

She is a rare combination
Hair made of silk
Eyes made of ruby
Heart made of gold
Skin pure as snow

She is a rare combination
Enigmatic
Gentle and strong
Kind and brutal
Soft and stony

She enlarges her coast
As she provides for her family and nation
Relinquishing her strength and struggling with emotion

She faces a lot
Struggling from all corners
Facing all sort of trauma
And still standing out strong

The woman with a plan survives all odds
Finishes strong
And attains victory in her endeavors
Nobody is perfect
But a Woman with a plan is a perfect kind of woman and a joy to her generation

Dedicated to all women who have a passion for success and seeing to it that they make impact and change in their generation.

#Share the truth

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

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)

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