Abiola Abidemi Olaoluwa

SHEPHERDS BLEED  shepherds of God bleed I notice a blade under their fabric A pin under their toes A fire under their pillow  Tears under the rain Fears under their bills Is it for real? Their lives appear like free But it is all on their knees For hours, for days They can't even be in haste Otherwise they can be in waste Your lugages is on his head His own lugged is handed in his hands The sheep scatters The shepherd eyes closed on his knees His eyes open in searching HIS MIND Only for his sheep to be found  The sheep found, Shepherd goes on his knees again for enquiry for the sheep Shepherd never sleep His phone never off His brain calculates the equation  I mean the equation to solve the situation  His Sweat like flood Ready to get him flooded away  But he struggles often to gain stamina Yet the sheep never worries Instead he is expected to see vision,  heal the sick and even raise the dead Meanwhile, he is equally sick Yet still waiting to hear for...

THE LIFE OF A SHEPHERD It is streaming down While he was screaming Somebody is filming Yes I got the linking He said to him 'soon it will be calming' He sing why Everything seems wry Even as Christian Lord! Why the rugged road? He ask in the ignorance of his heart He got a response from God He didn't remove the red sea He made us to see But he parted it He took them through the rugged road It seemed he wanted them suffer No! He wanted them tougher The shepherd sick The sheep were seriously seeking He was bedridden He looked pale and frail Everyday he hope for miracle To get to his ankles And be back to his pulpit But the healing renounce The sickness announced Yet the sheep pleaded for healing for her daughter Shepherd pronounces, authority follows (Oro jade, ase tele) Testimonies birth Yet shepherd sick and look pale No one to get him bailed Even though he morns and yell  He fought the tears But the tears force it way out. He holds on to the cross Yet death eventually get ...

*MIND PROGRAMMING*  I know we are all broke Like  withered leafs The sun is scorching Like a burning flame Our country is running in a regalia engulfed with fire I mean in a fire suit Smoke dishing out from our heads  As if we swallowed coal We pray for the rain to quench the process But instead, we got flooded And all we gathered with our pennies slide our grabs We have generator but no fuel We got cylinder but no gas We got book but no pen We got words but no voice Voice it out by force You got killed 2million naira token for the leaders was very shocking But quickly in disguise, it turns into prayer point through the phone. Who is fooling who? Now, let us learn programming: Mind programming is a general course in the country now. Cut down on your normal standard I must buy cloth, shoes, bags etc Go for basic for surviver Your rain is coming to ease the process Your mental health is important Don't check post on Instagram and Facebook, Filter effect can make you to comm...

MY CHRONICLE In the belly of september 11 in the late 70s a shout of joy was birthed in the  compound of OLAOGUN Living like no tomorrow in the village No letter, no word in graphic The reading slate was blank I couldn’t recognize graphic Living like no tomorrow When the going got tough Amidst the thorns The stage was left opened 1988 Lagos received the king without a crown I mean a king without foot wears No fabric to reveal the glory Almost nothing to something School authorities rejected the brain Father pleaded,not without a disgrace suit The brain was polished for a year  This is the rejected stone of yesteryears Journey at the forefront Hope is for the future Future truly lives in faith The definition is not accurate Days lies in wait for either good or otherwise I really don't know the content But looking through the maker's eyes I see there is hope I have two eyes but I couldn’t see tomorrow Yet faith says all is well Days are full of evil Who knows the cause? Yet, my ...

LETTER TO PROPHET OLADEJI HEZIKIAH By Abiola OlaOluwa In the heart of a desolate village In the age when the moon smiles When the stars grin  Shadows linger like a ghost  And despair clings to every stone Your birth was realized And your atmosphere received the grace Even though all seemed a disgrace When an unknown ailment surface It engulfed your uniform for proper schooling The wrinkle consequence got your thinking blurred It got your eyes defocussed I mean your leg disabled and crutches enable From pillar to poll, your mother ran to the END And Elegy song culturally sang, tears naturally flowed Your dull eyes became a vibrant globe of life A reflection of light that permeates your soul In the dim light of a flickering LAMPPOST  One can sight the engravings of hardship etched upon your face Deep lines trace a map of sorrow Telling stories of shattered dreams and broken promises Your hand seemed capable and strong But trembled with the earthquakes of a soul won tinny by...

MYSTERIOUS CLEANSING In the shadows of ancient prophecy, Where truth and mystery intertwine, Lies a tale of divine redemption, In the cleansing blood of love divine. He purchased our pardon Debt was paid on the tree He ignores the water for cleansing And opted for blood for cleansing What a mysterious cleansing A blood like hypo It is unbelievable but it is better believed He bought us from death to life The story of the cross is agreed to be mysterous From Bethlehem's humble manger bed, To the cross on Calvary's hill, Jesus Christ, the Savior's name, With love and grace, our hearts He fills. He bled and died yet still alive Your debt was paid just by His precious blood The blood that flowed up from His wounded side He died of a broken heart for you Only for you not to get broken heart He had a crown on Him Graphically the crown is beautiful But in reality it is a thorn-crown A sacrifice beyond compare, Blood was streaming down from His head His face was disfigured His bloo...

LETTER TO SOLA ALLYSON By: Abiola OlaOluwa Your beginning was a letter that seems to be untold They are letters with endless ending Piecing into your world from behind One could see the quiet of Night, a girl’s silent plea Echoes unheard, lost in a world to free Your mother’s love is a distant dream In loneliness, Sola's heart does scream No tender touch, no soothing embrace In the wilderness of thy heart You real out your mind in lyrics In the realness of your struggle You projected your brilliancy A girl of strength, though none understand Abused, betrayed, your innocence torn Yet your heart, a flame is burning You sleep beneath the staircase cold A refuge bleak, your story untold But in the corridors of your mind Brilliance blooms, a rare find You never rode with depression I guess you suppress it in your expression Even without any affection Your expression created affection You reminded us of who we are in your lyrics Yet you still need a soothing balm of love Your mother trul...

I WILL DIE SOON He is a sickle cell Whose ability is locked up in the cell And has nothing to sell Yet I believe it is well Please think not of hell I know you have a date A date to visit the grave Where dust will be for dust My voice like a scaring hover Praying for your deliverance Don't blame it on them It was birthed out of ignorance I am sorry ignorance birthed the disease Your pains is their thinking cap Yet they can't help the healing Don't think of suicide Already you are with a suicide Soon it's children will strike again And then, your pains are noted You are truly flexible Not as fragile as Nylon But your agility truly marries fragility My ink flows in pain But not writing in vain Cos I tame you in frame Why do you think of your pain? He has bored your pains on the cross Now He is ready for your bail Embrace Him and trade away your pain He will restore you gain And your healing is ascertain in Jesus Christ  Abiola OlaOluwa Poet & Author

PROPHET OF DOOM By Abiola OlaOluwa The winds are blowing, Secrets are unfolding, The chicken’s rear is exposing. They call you principality—who called you to ministry? Before you say God, my question is rhetorical. Just listen and watch: Are you a prophet turning people into puppets? Your beginnings were rough, Your heart mirrors your looks, You manipulate reality, People die in silence. Charity was a mask you wore, But it only covered part. Your mask, a pivot of deception, It’s all written in your screenplay. Now the ripple effect is on display, Please, someone tell me it’s not real. A chameleon's lifestyle, Your calling, a merchandise, We call it spiritual GBAJUE. Psychology replaces vision, Unthinkable miracles on display, Magical power manifesting, Twisting fingers to control minds. Principality, who called you to ministry? Oh! Sorry, I know nothing about you, But these days, your boxers reveal your buttocks, They know the odor of your body, They perceive the smell, They know w...

A Plea from the Heart To my friends and family, I write with a heavy sigh, For in my ministry’s journey, your support has gone awry. I pour my soul into videos, Movies, books, and heartfelt spiritual songs, Yet your silence speaks loudly, as if my efforts are all wrong. You refuse to share, to like, to comment, or follow. Ignoring my calls, leaving my hopes hollow. I craft stories and messages with passion and care, But your praise halts at the covers design of both my books and movies, not venturing into the content. When I seek your financial aid, your assistance is denied, But if I were to die, my works would be amplified. You would print my books, watch my films, and share my videos You would follow my YouTube channels, as my spirit sleeps on All in the memory of a good man. Chai! YOU NO TRY! But I am alive now, with dreams burning bright, I ask for your support, not in death, but in life. Bless me with your clicks, your likes, and your shares, Subscribe to my channels...

A FRIEND IN PRIDE A friend I have, a friend so dear, Long time companion, or so it would appear. From afar, a friend indeed, but up close, a different tale, Ignoring my handshake, with a haughty gale. Expecting titles and prefixes, a sign of respect, he'd say, But I refuse to play along, for our birth year's the same day. Our class may differ, but that's no reason to create space, Between us, my friend, my equal in this human race. You may be brilliant, I, intelligent too, Learned and lettered, our paths diverged, that's true. You pursued a career, I chose a profession's call, But success and influence, we both stand tall. Eight books to my credit, films and poems galore, My prowess on display, for all to explore. My success is evident, my testimonies abound, Google holds my story, for all to hear and sound. Though my mansion's not complete, I'm building one anew, Where termites can't devour, a legacy that's true. When I sleep in the Lord, my memory ...

MUYIDEEN AGBALA GABRIEL By Abiola OlaOluwa Muyideen Agbala Gabriel, why have you embraced poverty's snare? From the depths of despair, your destiny was revived with care. Yet, on the screen, you appeared unstable, your words devoid of grace. Your gap-toothed smile, like a house without windows, lacked beauty's trace. AGBALA GABRIEL DISCOVER YOU In just a month, your life was transformed, but gratitude was scarce. You indicted your mother, oblivious to her pain and disgrace. How many car chargers can buy a house? Now you own one, it's true, Can you woo a lady with words,  In that state of broken and blue? Destiny found you, but I saw you chopping down your own tree, Your downfall imminent, without remedy, a tragic sight to see. Deliverance was conducted,  But ancestral battles still rage in your mind, He is yet to bornagain, salvation lost,  you returned to your old ways, left behind. You gamble, smoke, and squander character, relationships in disarray, Muyideen, now Alaba...

EGBA WA O, EBI NPA WA O "Nigerians cry in unison, a chorus of despair Who wrote this song we sing, with no end in sight? Politicians, perhaps, who fan the flames Of discord and division, with no cohesion in sight Dollar and Naira, a jamboree in our land Forcing us to dance to their tune, at their command What's the difference between tamboree and jamboree? Just empty words, as we suffer, you see Egba wa oo, or ki epaa wa ooo, we cry Save us or kill us, we're tired of asking why Emilokan, where are the testimonies of old? We did it in Lagos, but now our voices are cold We lost our unity, our purity, our sense of right Everybody's chasing seniority, day and night ILE TO NLO ASO ROCK, a stronghold of power and might But even angels from heaven can't fix our plight Why? Because we're tribalistic, divided we stand Hunger ravages the land, rice and beans, a luxury to hand KILODEEE! we exclaim, as prices soar each day Na so we see am, the seller's resp...

LETTER TO PASTOR ADEJARE ADEBOYE By: Abiola OlaOluwa Adejare Enouch Adeboye Permit me to call you by your name From grace to grace is the chorus on my lips In the mire of your living, your mind got framed As if somebody taught you fame Your desire to be lettered fell their deaf ears Education was expensive, Ignorance is cheap Don’t you get the gist? Father reacted, mother rebuked Quickly, you created a template to force them out of will Your decision to go hunger strike was your driven force In thin and thick you scale-through the elementary ‘’ENOUGH IS ENOUGH FOR ACADEMY’’ That was your father response You have tasted the light You cherish the light from the turnel Having tasted from the cup of knowledge No doubt you had seen beyond normal And you have taste for being extraordinary You broke the chain of illiteracy Because you have seen the sun from afar Shouldering the bright stars Accompanied with rainbow of many colour After many years, your vision came animate The rainbow appeared...

  LETTER TO TOPE ALABI The mount that speaks honey The voice that sounds melodious The tongue that wag peace Who endowed you with grace Even in your experimental disgrace Yester-years speak your struggle When you are lipping from pillar to polls Just to make a living Yes, we noticed errors engulfed your suit Bloomer chorus alongside with you Deceit mounts the stage with you With your innocent mind, you played along Yet you pen is often spilling the ink I mean the ink that stains and starched us to you Tope, Please, tell me the truth! Who is dictating your lines of song to you? Even when you compose for secular You never expected it in dollar   In the realm of your melodies divine   You turn a beacons’ shine Your voice is a vessel of pure and factual singing A tale of faith in every hue With notes that soar like prayers on high It lift our spirits to the sky Lyrics woven with threads of grace Your stage, your pulpit, yo...

THE JOURNEY OF LOVE AND LUST By Abiola OlaOluwa Poet & Author   CHAPTER 1 I met OMOLEWA through a friend at a party, and from the moment we spoke, I knew she was someone special. Her pointed nose added a touch of elegance to her long, dazzling face. As for her complexion, whether she was dark or otherwise, I couldn't focus on those details because I was completely captivated and enveloped in the love she brought into my life. Her smile, especially her set of teeth, was like a reflection of my own happiness. Just seeing her was enough to make me feel complete. I remember how tender and delightful her hands felt whenever she touched me; each touch seemed to affirm that she was indeed a goddess in my eyes. Calling her became a daily ritual that I cherished. The sound of her voice, and the endearment "Adeori mi" she used for me, filled me with so much joy that sometimes I didn't even feel like eating. "Oh, I've found love," I would tell my ...