http://slow.writerscafe.org/Olamide_Ayo1 The original writings of author Adeosun Olamide en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996787 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A man who looked old- always for years tidied and swept the floors of the church. He’d mop the fans, chairs, walls…he did everyday- indifferent…on cold mornings too when the breeze exhaled cold and most like you and me wrapped in the blanket of our beds- embracing warmth, he&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945474/ There is a mild mind from which your priest forth his sermons, a holy mind, a repentant heart. But this past days I haven’t had such, perhaps for the errors I have done_ my soul hasn’t craved guilt and there remains hanging that aura of pride. I searched, trying to conjure your meal toda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945473/ If I die before the august cold,Lay me there in aegus highWhere the youths and babes are buriedIn the deep mist, where eyes have no useLay my face in the earth, From blinded vultures hungry for my soul-Lay me in the familiar grave, deeper,To reach needed warmth in that cold,Hidden in the depth,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945472/ When light sprout in overgrown darknessWhere fate was preset ‘pon palms lineJourneys one in dying phase of old dayTowards seers to unwrap imminent' morrowBehind light curtains, enduring darknessLain men sullied breeds sad out of measuresOf mane hair, rag robes and cowries shellHere watched sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945469/ Crow of the c**k calls into pleasant dreams,The ray from the aged untamed fury sun gladdens and saddens him,The greet from the aging locust peddler seem a bleating scream,He forever lay in a mere shell of old ache grim.The curtains of reminiscence aloof, except for memories unknown,Mood wavering in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945468/ Descend atop soul sanity mask in madnessFrom above heaven whose eyes within seeBeyond shores existence laid meBurying me in ere twainGusting world mine to world hersUp on thoughts, string illusorinessThat separates’ from us youAnd yet makes special, unique, different’ diseaseWhereon sham.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945467/ My father says-We live in vanities and disguise is no lieThat we must go hungry sometimesTo remind us of those without foodAnd stay outdoors in the frosty morningTo remind us of those without shelterMother says we spear our roofs,So the light of the sky may touchFor we shouldn’t hide or runFro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945465/ Night cometh, -With the absence of you-It wakens a loathing for the eraAnd there in it I whisper-Day shall come, it shallWith the presence of you-And though it crawls, at slowest paceI hurry to it, to your airFeeling presence in all that you heldAnd in all that touched- was warmthEmber -warmth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945464/ It was the season-The sun endangered the flowersWith its splendid warmthWhen fields were green with hayAnd lovers stirred mad by emotionsPut to death- the best of rosesIt was this season he was conceivedOn a field dressed with shriveled rose and warmthIn the open- where the sheep grazedBut in Saphil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945462/ In a garden of rosary pea I do lie, a gentle wind-There to perish, I softly swirl- yearning release-From undying grief brought by a season, mad in nature-A cold cold that slain the snowy lilies, my only loveA parallel of roses once swirled, I deeply- tooThat nurtured from earth where buried-But rose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945460/ Wake, wake, wake �" she called to meThere’s a sun waiting for no onePut on your socks, put on your feetThere’s a sun we now must catchThe birds could fly against the windAnd the fish could swim against the tidesAnd the grass grow without the rainBut the sun couldn’t shi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Olamide_Ayo1/1945457/