DR. CHILD HEALTH STORYTELLER

  POEM: OPEN SECRET  BY AYOOLUWA OLASUPO (ÌMÍSÍ) Was it a secret when the plot was written and sealed with acacia gum? Before the depths of the earth were dug, a thought was kept in the heart of the Great One.                                                                                  Was it a secret when Messiah walked the earth like a servant and made His way to a wooden cross? He hung on it till death's bell was rung and echoes of darkness hit the universe.                   That night, Lucifer was hosting a feast because it still appeared like a secret; How wine trickled down the throat of his angels and dance twisted their feet to tunes of an assumed victory. Was it a secret that the One seen but unknown by His own B...

POEM: ENGRAVED BY AYOOLUWA OLASUPO(ÌMÍSÍ) There are days when I wish I could speak to the ground to open its mouth So that I could get swallowed like bolus of  soft yellow eba Escorted by an entourage of assorted okra, Let it swallow me so I can escape from life's plate of plights. Just here, when my hopes are weary in motion, Like deflated tyres of a moving vehicle, I hear a voice amidst the rumble saying: 'You are mine!' 'You are engraved on the hollows of my palms.'