Posted in Dear diary, Injustice


Stop! Stop!! Stop!!!
Na the shout wey wake me from sleep be that
I shaperly jump out of bed to see wetin dey cause kasala
Na in I see one bros wey dey don trowe rope for in neck, ah!
“Beat am! Beat am! Hit am with Bat!”
Wetin in do, wetin shele?
Na the question wey me I just dey ask
Na in dem con tok say in steal pant
Fresh bros like this dey do ritual chai!
Sharperly sharperly I go line go check my g-string

Help! Help!! Help!!!
Na the only sound wey comot my mouth be that
Wahala don shele o! Wayo don gas!! Kasala don burst!!!
Abegi hold the broda
I no find my pant o
I don give the bros 6 slaps
In mouth don big, in no fit answer my question
“Amaka I don pack your pant for una”, my friend yern me
My bodi con come down
Na so my brain settle
Security people you are free to take him away
I don see am


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, Injustice


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)