PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

  2022 has been a good and awesome year, it has been a revolutionary year for some individuals. Gradually, 2022 will be over in some hours and many are yet to know what their achievement is, some are checking their wishlist to mark what they have achieved in the year. Capping it, numbers of us are actually used as a ladder or perhaps our efforts are used to build one individuals profile, just an individual profile! Most of us are caged under the vicious power of salary, we went through hard and thin of life to meet what we are expected to delivered before the month ends and we get our peanut peacefully. What I have learned in this year is that, my efforts and struggles have been used to build an individual profile, while burning my candles, that individual is busy sleeping and praying I forgot my salary with him at the end of the month. I could vividly remember that I prayed on New year Eve that I don't want to be prey to anyone but a predator, setting my trap and getting my fishes...

In the end, Let me unite  My heart et soul  With consecrated soil  And radiant light. In the end, Let no shadow of  Suffering and pain  Covered my soul. Let there be no  appealing dirge  At the entrance of an  Idol. In the end,  I want to embrace and throw the kisses of valor to the fearful transitor of men. In the end, Let the necropolis  Be full of joyful sound  And great trembling sound of  Trumpet for an icon  Who defeated the undefeated. In the end, Let loneliness  Pet me like newbie  And feed me with alluring  Addictions and inspirations. In the end, I want to have the peace  Like a living spring,  And let peace  Forever be my castle. In the end, I want to end  death and pains  Like I ended  the big toothy  Horny monster.  

mysterious child born and begged to honor,  Surrounded by Alabi and Atanda, Alabi the rare gem and The genius. Atanda, oni Ina imole. Eleyinjuege mi owon  Omo ta bi ni ile ola o dagba sinu iyi,  Akedun bi eyin... Eyinju awon obi re, Ojulowo Omo loju  Awon afenifere. Awelewa teminikan, Your beauty appears once in a full sliver moon, like a ray of the sun, the reflection of your beauty aid the radiant energy of the day light. Eyinfunjowo mi, no matter the volcanic Prodigy raging round us, You shall grow to fulfill your Divine destiny. You shall conquer all  fiercest thorns raising rootlessly.  

  With insincere loyalty, you worship and adore me Wishing and smiling at me With desperate and awful thoughts. You said You're my friend  But you're delighted stabbing me Right behind my shadow, and as​pers​ing my pious stories. You enjoyed goodies in my expenses But left me in the cold night With hungry and fever killing me. What a faithful and loving foe you are? Twirling your character doesn't make you worthy, Rather you are a worthless glittering illusion. When drum of good tidings is heard in my roof, you come like advocator of goodness Rather you are paragon of wickedness. When I have a pellet in my musket, I would rather stored it in your skull Than killed an innocent serpent. B'cause, I would rather died by venom of serpents Than died in your ironical kindness.

Window of your soul I looked into, I saw dung grave and unfathomable dungeon. Who is caged in your eyes? Deserted in desert Lonely and hopeless Yet you claimed he's apple of your eyes! Who are those peaceless soul, Hoping to be free from the spell of your mesmerizing eyes? Whose hands is wailing for help? Whose tears is flowing down like neurotic stream? Window of your soul where dreams become nightmares. Death and grave copulate with pain and suffering in the window of your soul. I wish in the end, After the death of souls, wailing and suffering in the window of your eyes, Peace comes with ease. ©️ Promise Olamilekan Odejide

I have die in nightmares, And heart broken in illusions I have been a victim  to flying scorpions But I thought  'death is not for the young'. My journey is  smooth and slippery  Even shadow of  death beclouded my path like a smoke  from the burning bush, Grave of scintillant  gold are digged on my path. I lost my beautiful flesh to, the fiery and monstrous thorns. My face became a Gorgon, And I scared away the goals. Hungry days, I sought to trade  my pride for a loaf. The beast in me fought with me but nothing can  change my sky  from being blue. I knew it a dream though a lucid dream, not nightmare, I will illuminate it.

I thought death is poignant, But there is pain dug from pit of hell, Burning the soul and spirit, Burning into our bones and marrows. I thought death is the only rider, that rides human like war horse, But there's a pain from hade, Waiting at graveyard to ride the deads. I thought death is the only trader of bodies and souls of men in the world But there's is a pain, sharpened like sword, Piercing bodies and souls into eonian wretchedness. I thought death is the harbinger of pain and suffering, Head of infliction and sadness, Tears and loneliness But why abject destitution is god of all? I thought death is father of serpent and scorpion, But why the graveyard full of maggot, serpent and scorpion? Why did the body frail after death? Why is the memories of our departed loved one struck us like thunder? End of all ages seem darker than coal, Even terrific nights never brings joy for the days, End of tunnel seems like the beginning of agony  Light appear like a mirage a...