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Minus productivity
(Poetry)
5-06-2010
by Ayo Morakinyo
Picture, "Muri wanting to sleep :)," by Eszter
You wake up and it’s late in the morning
It’s ten o’clock but you’re still yawning
Your mates are already off to work
But for you, even that sleep was work!
You brush your teeth quickly...
A familiar Breathe
(Poetry)
25-10-2008
by Ayo Morakinyo
The breathe of a stranger might cause a snare
A smile from a stranger will I not spare
For like ghosts dressed in horrible attires
The breathe of a stranger frightens like a cluster of poisonous spiders
But, a familiar breathe could calm a...
Economic crisis: the good, the bad and the ugly
(Opinions)
21-05-2009
by Ayo Morakinyo
The prevalent economic meltdown has exposed the financial instability of many world economic giants. With countless losing their jobs in the US and UK , the situation in developing and underdeveloped countries is almost falling off the edge of...
If I were a Good Poet
(Poetry)
25-10-2008
by Ayo Morakinyo
If I were a good leader, I would show example
If I were a writer, I would write wisdom
If I were a teacher, I would teach truths
If I were an artist, I would create beauty
If I were an engineer, I would improve living
If I were a nurse, I...
The Rising Star
(Poetry)
23-02-2011
by Ayo Morakinyo
It’s a new day in a new month
The sun seemed a little impatient,
Scorching my back from beneath the clouds
The sky seemed pale and grey
As the rising star raised himself up
It’s another boring morning
He thanked his creator surely
And...
There was once a catechist
(Short Story)
20-10-2009
by Ayo Morakinyo
There is no work that Ada, my older sister, has not done in Lagos City. Since our escape from the village, she has done every job that the word “menial” fits. From load carrier to road sweeper, from store keeper to food seller, from sales girl to...
Water needs humanity’s help
(Poetry)
24-03-2009
by Ayo Morakinyo
Hear them calling for me in the desert
See them reaching for me in the oasis
Watch them play with me as I rain down
I wonder if man could ever do without me
Vegetation cries out for me
Nations give way to me
Lands open up for me
Who can...
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