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.'

MY SCROLL OF OLD In the cool and still night when fierce breeze makes trees bend, Where white sheets of snow spread on naked street Was all my sunken eyes were spared to see; Like the pulp of a doctor's finger over weak and thready pulse, Tracking every bit of blood beating against a bleeding artery, Hoping to find a jot of life left of the fainting soul who lay helpless; Here where my breath was vanishing into vivid vapour, My heart rode on a stallion and strove to make its way into my scroll of old: There should still be some songs left in my scroll of old. There sure should be some songs of hope left in my scroll of old; So I won't let this cord cut. Imisi

"But the vine answered, " Should I give up my wine, which cheers both God and man, to hold sway over the trees?"