Posted in My Love Story


*BOY*: I saw you just the other day
Like a bright sunny day
As the dew fell in the month of may
I fell in love and I don’t know how to say

*Girl*: I always walked alone
Not I am a gnome
But because I always believed the right person would meet me and make me his own
I know as time goes on, I will never walk alone

*Boy*: You alone are like a flock of angels
Seeing you makes me short of words
So take this yam and plantains
Which I have brought from my village which has many names

*Girl*: Oh thank you dear
You have always been there for me like someone so dear
My heart beats loud for you and so I dare
I dared myself to prepare the best delicacy for you alone I care
This rice and egusi from my hands I bare

*Boy*: Oh she loves me so much
Let me make the move as it is time to rush
The food from my village did the trick as she even tells me when she is in pain
My trusted “agbo” will break her sorrows made of chain


Posted in Dear diary, My Love Story

1+1=0 (One plus One is equal to Zero)


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


Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational


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, Inspirational, My Life


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
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 Love Story


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.

Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)

Posted in Imaginations, Inspirational


When you hear “chicken and cockroach” what comes to your mind? Well, to me, at first when I hear chicken all I can think of is a delicacy before I start thinking of it as an animal that lay eggs, but the thought of cockroach gives me the chills. Now back to the discussion, by chicken and cockroach I’m not referring to the animals in their natural context but more figuratively.

The society tags the chicken as a coward; imagine this scenario, the cock runs after the fowl and then rapes it, well this is quite funny to me but that’s how they were created. I was thinking can’t the cock show a little pride and just have a real smooth dialogue with the hen like a true dude but what’s the point, it’ll always be a coward. Well the cockroach on the other hand is more like a freak of nature, disgustingly creepy and also a coward since it is always hiding in the dark and in corners. I’m sure you must have questions about where I’m going with this analogy, the thing is that most times people call us names that depict us as cowards and there are times that we actually feel that being a coward could be the best thing. For sure there is a difference between us and the animals earlier stated and analyzed. Our difference is our ability to choose, it won’t hurt if we try to man up and face our cowardice, we have the ability to stay in the light rather than in the dark corner, we have the ability to stand tall rather than lie down in shame, we have the strength to hold up and say yes or no to what concerns our lives. Unlike the chicken that has a crown and still acts the way it does, it fears rejection, you can choose to stand out, you don’t have to have a crown to be special, what makes you special is in you, dig it out and you will be surprised by what you find.


You have a crown yet to act childish

You were born special yet you gave it up with lack of faith in yourself

Like the chicken you are scared of rejection

Just like the cockroach you are scared of the light

Why don’t you decide to take charge and control?

You might be surprised of where you will get to

The success and turn-around of your life needs just a little push

Don’t hide under the cloak of cowardice


Posted in Inspirational


Actually I didn’t have anything to write for this particular publication until I received a call from someone very dear to me and this gave me the edge I needed. I noticed that we bring ourselves down in one way or the other due to one or few things we face. The truth is that self-pity is a natural phenomenon of which humans face and it’s a very hard feeling to drive away, but have you ever wondered that there is a very simple cure to this self-pity. Well, if you don’t know then I’ll be very glad to share it with you. Our journey has been smooth so far and I just got to the part where I discuss the cure for self-pity. The simple logic there is that self-pity is self-inflicted and can only be cured by self-confidence. That sounds quite funny right? But have you ever been in a situation where you felt heart-broken because of a particular situation or a breakup? In most cases you are the one that helps “you” to get back on track; well there are some instances where you receive help from friends and other people around but the basic point there is that “it’s only you that knows where the pin is struck and how to get it out, unless you describe it to others“. Well, that might not have been what you were expecting but if I’m wrong about this then try and count how many situations you have been into and if most of them wersolved by you relying on yourself. I hope you won’t mind if I end this with a poem on self-pity since that is the major thing I do and probably love doing…


I was cut short

And I lie on the rock hard ground alone

With no one by my side but my hope and my smile

I look up and all I see are blinding rays of the blistering sun

Then I look down, deep into my soul and I weep

This time there was no one to bring me back up

So what do I do?

A thought then came to me

Do what you know how to do best and smile

I did

And guess what

I was back on my feet


Posted in Dear diary, Inspirational


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.


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


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


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.


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


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?
Sanyaolu Olubunmi (Mcbumnik)