A day in a speed boat

yes, i guess i have not been taking this blogging business as seriously as i should. i will try to give the time it deserves. this little piece came whe i was going with the company boat from the apapa office to the island.

A day in a speed boat

It sits with a restless calm at the office’s Apapa jetty
Swaying excitedly to the winds music,
In its bruised looking blue and white armour
With a look of one that had seen some battle
We step in, as it invites us warmly into its open cervix
Casting off its restraints it bursts impatiently into the open sea
Its waves parts behind us like its in hot pursuit
The twin engine spit out water mockingly
At times in unwilling acknowledgement to the seas fury it slows down
At other times it bounces up greedily like it’s also willing to take on the skies
With clenched teeth, sweaty palms, our eyes dart at the slightest prod
We are sitted tensely like pawns in a dicey game between machine and nature
Bursting past we see a few relics of nature subdue its fellow kind
From a distance we sight the shore line of the Ikoyi boat club
Relief overtakes the air of silent uneasiness
As the boats the settles into its harbour its bobs up and down
A slight display of arrogance in its victory over the seas
We clamber out of the boat, thankful!

Ayorinde Akinwale

Strange words

Strange words I hear
I hear from her lips
Where were those eternal moments
Eternal moments I held your hands and you never wanted me to let go
When I spoke you said my words were like fire
Like fire ravaging and stirring your deepest places
Times spent together seeming timeless
Timeless strolls, wild laughter, songs shared
When I looked into your eyes I saw a light that glowed
Glowed for me or was it
Sitting in the sunset golden fields, silently basking
Basking in the knowing thought that u will always be there
Now you speak such strange words
Strange words like “I don’t love you anymore”
Strange Words!!!!!!!
( to be Contd)
Written by Ayo Akinwale

BROKEN WINGS

BROKEN WINGS

I want to fly
Soar to the highest heavens
Touch the limits of the horizons
Mingle with the pristine beauty of the skies
Dine with the creature of the heights

But my wings are broken
Unyielding to my heart’s cry
Unmoved by my desperation
Impassive to my inner needs
Content in its inactivity

With a heavy heart I watch my dreams from afar off
With anguish I see others chart new heights
Enjoying the trill only the skies can bring
Away from the rot of the mire and the secured even of the earth
Allowing their minds to push them to new horizons; fulfilling purpose

I squirm; all to no avail
I cry; all to no avail
I wail; all to no avail
I fight; all to no avail
Just more pain

From my heart I say a quiet prayer; yet desperate
I stretch my wings to him in faith
The potter hears my cry
He heeds to my call
He reaches to me, lifting me into his healing hands

He mends my broken places
He heals my wounded spirits
Soothing my every ache
He girds me with strength
And helping me up

Beauty for ashes
The oil of joy for mourning
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness
That I might be called planting
A work of his delight

As I gracefully stretch my wings
I feel his strength propel me to higher heights
To the place I belong
With an overwhelming joy and a certain peace
I venture into the soaring climes of the highest heavens



Babatunde Ayorinde Akinwale