It really doesn't matter
Ten, twenty, one hundred years from now.
The only thing you really have is now.
All else is like smoke.
The past is an inaccurate memory,
The future is an incomplete imagination.
Live life to the fullest now
It's only what you have that counts.
The Earth could be hit by a giant asteroid,
It's how it all began.
Who says it's going to last forever,
You must know it's all a cosmic joke.
Live, love, and be happy
It all really doesn't matter.
Ayo Sodipo
June 2022
The African Policktrician
A very interesting personality
The sorrow of a people.
Ethically bankrupt and diseased
Its level of physical self-destruction is appalling,
All in the name of power.
He poisons herself daily
Believing in one spiritual con man or the other.
Even though it has stolen billions
SHe is still a pauper.
This strange condition is guaranteed
By the poverty of its soul.
It has an ego the size of a cathedral,
Yet with the fragility of an overblown balloon.
Since it can be reduced to nothingness
By the tiny pin-prick of the truth.
Then it is exposed for all to see
The joke that has destitute millions.
An accident of fate
Where the worst elements in society
Are the custodians of its power.
Thus it’s exposed for all to see
A very interesting personality
The sorrow of a people.
Ayo Sodipo
June 2022
LET IT
ALL GO
Clinging!
Clinging!! Clinging!!!
Clinging so hard to nothing.
Plotting and planning, scheming and scamming
All in a bid to control the game.
The moment you think you are winning,
Something happens to throw you off your tripping.
You're jumping from one foot to the other,
Always on tenterhooks,
And screwed up all the time.
Then I remembered the Master
And laughed at my foolishness.
Why was I stressing myself,
When the Mahanta was in my corner.
So, I smiled and relaxed
Letting the Master play the game.
Thus, everything fell into place,
When I let it all go.
And got the Mahanta's love with me always
By Ayo Sodipo.
December 2021
A very interesting personality
The sorrow of a people.
Totally devoid of morals
Ethically bankrupt and diseased.
Its level of physical self-destruction is appalling,
All in the name
of power
It poisons itself daily,
Believing in one spiritual con-man or the other.
Even though it has stolen billions,
It is still a pauper.
This strange condition is guaranteed
By the poverty of its soul.
It has an ego the size of a skyscraper,
Yet with the fragility of an over-blown balloon.
Thus it can be reduced to nothingness
By the tiny pinprick of the truth.
Then it is exposed for all to see,
The joke that has pauperised millions.
An accident of fate
Crawling out of obscurity,
Where the worst elements in a society
Are the custodians of its power!
Thus is exposed
A very interesting personality
The sorrow of a people.
Ayo
Sodipo
April 2020
It’s not a consequence.
It cannot be given
It cannot be earned.
It’s nobody’s property,
Yet it is owned by all.
It’s there for all to see,
Yet almost everybody is blind to it.
So, what’s wrong with us?
Is it a matter of intelligence?
Or, are we such clods,
That we can’t see?
It’s all up to us.
Happy or sad,
Sad or happy,
A choice you must make!
Ayo Sodipo
April 2020
They can see it as clear as day,
It doesn’t have to be explained.
It’s there!
Right before
their very eyes,
Yet they seem as confused as drunken rats.
What’s wrong with my people?
Are they stupid, mad, or worse?
How can they claim not to see,
Something they can hear, smell and feel?
It all boils down to this –
Facts are facts
And the truth is truth.
Every son of man knows that,
Even though they try to say otherwise.
No man or woman makes love
To only one person in their lifetime,
If they live long enough, that is!
It’s the same way this goes.
Whether or not you like it so.
Only an idiot, thief, or confidence trickster,
Oh, yes!
Ever argues with plain truths and obvious facts.
Ayo Sodipo
April 2020
