Olamide Santos
Olamide is a Poet, story teller and all round creative. He was Born in Monrovia Liberia and currently lives in Nigeria with his family
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Today I stayed indoors Embraced in the chilly warmth of home Behind tightly closed windows And peacefully all alone I stayed at home all day Peeping through my white curtained window And watched the sky turn grey Wondering what magic would respite this sorrow At night when the beast lies And I being free to roam Painting pictures on the canvas of the eyes Give hope to my home Home, my fleshy temple I am both master and slave The innerness quite and gentle Without me my home is but a grave #P...
I wrote this poem years again for my dad on his birthday... Thought I should share with you all. The Father in Me It is commonly said, like father like son I use to think my mother was the moon And my father the bright burning sun For the light of their love helped me bloom Now that I am a man, I yearn for my moon And one that will look to me as the sun For in my father I see strength in will And character, honesty and tenacity, A man blessed with humour and great skill Respect for others, lov...
Letter to My Girls To my daughters I write this because I have prayed God To give me two amazing girls So though I have not met you All the same I love you I write this because I am a funny man An unpredictable enigma I find expressing emotions Better with letters than words Yet best with actions Yet at times i could withdraw Become cold and distant Like Pluto's north pole So... Don't let my inactions or actions Make you think less of me Dear daughters You will be born into a fragmented ...
Aunty Social She slayed a yoruba demon Not by prayer and fasting But by looking and blinking Her long lashes lashed his soul Her contacts forced him to make contact He contacted an STD Sexually troubled demon She made him delete old contact She slayed with her curves A body posture so unbelievable They cant be drawn by french curves Augmented by girdles, belts, pads and wonder bras She wears a stress-strain curve She overloads the mans senses Traps him by strategically losing her menses Pl...
The Elixir for Love Last night I went to see the medicine man I walked a long, long, long path Fought through the frights of thick mysterious bushes And climbed his as high as heaven to get to his deserted valley It is needless to say I braved through eerie and unimaginable sights Just to get to his forgotten shack “What do you want my boy?” He asked emptying his bag of bones But before I could reply He looked up at me in contempt and called me a coward I told I was not but in love And not ...
Plug and Play How does the plug feel Finding a socket connected to And having power flow through How does the fell tree feel Being disconnected from its roots Or a volcano burning its own base Life is game with conflicting rules But in all this conflict I find solace In the warmth of your beauty face Its like another universe within your space I discover myself more We may end up being two side of a coin But nevertheless, the same coin See! You have reached down to my depth saving me from drow...
She Stole the Day She stole the day Eclipsing the sun with her gait Hair flowing over her shoulders Like the wings of a cherub Illuminating in her own way We were blinded by her brightness All of us captivated in a moment So she stole the day But not like the moon She made us swoon Not with beauty alone But with brilliance and wits She struck beaming like lightning And she stole the day Like butter in hot bread She melted her way into our hearts With sweet voice and pretty smile while we were ca...
To all my female friends... A woman's heart is like a sponge She absorbs ugliness and beautiful Peace and conflict, right or wrong It's man's world but women rule A woman like is a chiseled rock She is beautiful as she is strong enough She can endure or withstand any shock She is made of some solid stuff A woman's heart is priceless Though many will take it for granted A woman's advice in love is the best So a woman's words should be well regarded Every woman is unique in her own way So u...
ANOTHER TWIN STORY Kayode and kenny were best of friends. Though from different sides of town, different social and finacial classes. Both were distinct gentlemen, had the same taste of music, and saw life from the same view. The Universiy of Lagos was big enough with over three thousand intakes every quater. Beign coursemates it would be easy not to notice anybody. But the hostel block they shared created the perfect meeting spot. “Hey man” kenny peeped into kayode’s opened room door....
Roses for You If roses are a symbol of unfading beauty then you deserve not just the largest bouquet But an entire field Not just bunches of 12 red roses Expressing the depth of my emotions But White roses also for your apparent innocence Your Humility and spirituality For your passion and energy yellow roses Lavender roses because Like a blind man who gazed on you with his first sight I was enchanted on my first encounter with you Yellow roses of friendship and care Mixed with pink roses for a...
My First Christmas I can distinctively recall my very first Christmas No. Actually I can't But I can imagine what it would have been like Me, wrapped in reddish-green swaddling cloth My father doing his best to portray Joseph Would have the house stock with chickens and turkeys and if called for goats Not because he wanted the house to become a manger But in anticipation of that Christmas stranger Who came not bearing gift of myrrh, frankincense or gold But with yuletide greetings and a big smi...
NAILS We play missionary Ignoring the rules for pleasure that's momentary Enduring the pains of nails digging in Not reflecting on the repercussions of our sin It's our life and we are in love But I have seen no lover like Jesus He came just to die on the cross Atoning for our sins For us took nails in What lover could make such sacrifice? Woman I love you deeply But not like he does All the sweet words, gifts and gestures Cannot compare to the pain of the nails he took in All to save f...
I don't miss you I see your pictures and videos And updates on social media But I'm not bothered I don't care I just don’t miss you But i hate seeing u happy Laughing with friends Celebrating good times But i don't hate you Nor do I miss you I found Jesus So every night I pray for you I pray you have nightmares when you sleep And that your day dreams and fantasies scare you Because i don't miss you But I pray ur hair falls off And your pretty face will age and wrinkle That your lady curves wi...
The film runner With heavy eyes; the result of a short night, I stood before the beans seller making my order. Me: Beans 100 naira. Oya plantain 50, moi-moi 50, put two eggs, one fish. Ehen! Put small stew. Beans seller: Wetin remain? Me: Put 200 naira ogi for me. I had carried the food flask with an inner bowl. The diet was necessary to maintain my bulky frame. Unlike my neighbour and his hallelujah diet, telling me I'm not eating healthy. Rubbish. As I turned to head back home just after payi...
Complicated You are both the sun and moon A constellation of stars and a black hole You are a gentle rose and a basket of lies You are the dark clouds undecided if it should rain You are spectacular Likened to a mango tree heavy with fruits Or a** colourful** butterfly scented with nectar The awe of the ocean caressing lands Or the gait of the eagle in flight You are amazing Yet on the other hand You could be the busy bee producing honey The white and grey hair of the aged A hand to hold durin...
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