I came to the world with an insurmountable need to cry.
I grew with a constant and unbearable need to try.
My mum was never there to lead me, the devil took her away.
My soul almost failed me. The Lord showed me the way
I grew strong like the fervent Iroko tree. I was indomitable!
There was an abundance of sorrow I had to see, nonpalatable.
Life was my sole teacher. My father was with other seeds.
Mama’s parting word was to dream and choose from life’s abundance.
Choose from good examples. Do not booze! Do not relent!
Follow rules! Pray! And don’t be a buffoon! Manifest your talent!
I anticipate getting to Eldorado when I look at the moon.
After years of hard work, my blood is drained!
The bosses were a moving train.
After thirty-five harmattans, I stopped the struggle for the grain.
I ask the omniscient one for sufficient rain.
The weekends are now interminable!
The flattering is no longer lovable!
I constantly dine with Saturn!
The moon never has its turn!
All my seeds have gone to a greener pasture!
I look out the window as I think of my pasture!
When I am gone to the great beyond,
Who will cater for my corn?
The Old White House
The old White House is a place of antique products.
So much happens in this dark residence decorated
By inherited glassware she got nine harmattans
Ago. She is now so confused by their cracked patterns.
Her flamboyant first seed excessively warns his red tail.
He has travelled a lot. Christopher Columbus toured his trail.
They both love old glassware. Her son said they were adorable.
Five decades ago, the old white house was lovable.
The old white house and its contents are now cracked.
For all the good times it carries, it will be parked.
I am not fascinated by it. It is not my own.
The ugly mug is liked by eyes that detest phones.
Round she moves in the clumsy house from one trap to another
Nobody seeks to check on the graceful grandmother.
The glassware keeps the memory of her loved ones vivid.
What appears to be beautiful to her, to us are tinged.
When I suggested a modern white house, she snapped at me.
She thought I was blind, and she sensed it was mutual.
As We March Forward
And as we walk, we must pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.
And as we walk, the past must be corrected. We should make an effort not to lack
The compassion that eluded us. Our future is dependent on lessons we choose to learn
From the East to the West, from the South to the North, we should remember King.
And as we walk, we should make a commitment to rewrite our unkind gestures to one another.
And as we walk, the bitter truths should not remain sour, they should be a sweet point of order.
The admonition of King is for every one of us: every nation, and people of all religions.
The best of us can lead a change to continuously admonish our neighbors. We need a legion.
As we walk, we should embrace the golden rule, and we should evolve with the platinum rule.
As we walk gracefully in the path that leads to Zion, Eldorado shall be a matching stool.
The sun shall become brighter as our hearts joyfully sings. We shall hear a perfect symphony.
The songs of the birds shall become clearer; the rustle of leaves shall become lovely phonemes.
As we walk, our steps shall be more elegant. Our footprints would be in gold.
As we walk, we shall hear applauses, and songs of accolades shall abound till we get old.
As we walk, King and Christ shall look in admiration as we keep their invaluable admonitions.
As we walk, laughter shall abound. Our energy shall remit peaceful, harmonious radiations.
Ademolawa Adedipe is a student in UC’s doctoral leadership program, with an expected graduation date of August 2022. He currently lives in Winnipeg, Canada with his wife and daughter. In addition, he is an entrepreneur and author who has published several articles in peer-reviewed journals. Adedipe has a Bachelor of Arts (honors) degree in French from University of Ibadan and an MA in English literature from Jackson State University and the University of Saskatchewan.