Two birds united, one parrot
the other cannot
two union in a knot
Each half makes a better half
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Rarzack Olaegbe. He is a journalist with about three decades of practice. He has been a reporter and editor of different magazines and newspapers. He has covered Politics. Health. Entertainment. Information Technology. Brands and Products. Telecommunication. Financial Technology. He is an active ghostwriter. He is working on many published book projects. He is a regular radio guest. He is a Fintech enthusiast. He is the pioneer managing editor of FinancialTechnology magazine, devoted to Fintech for over 10 years. The magazine circulated in 14 countries. He is a newspaper columnist. He is the co-host of the annual Lagos Fintech Week, Nigerian Fintech Awards since 2012, and Financial Inclusion events. He is a TEDxIkeja volunteer. As a Communications Advisor, he consults for many of the leading Fintech firms in Nigeria including Interswitch, SystemSpecs, Remita, Precise Financial Systems, Digital Jewels etc. Buzz him @RarzackO
Two birds united, one parrot
the other cannot
two union in a knot
Each half makes a better half
The prompt is not a gift nor a lift
Which it was and I would have floated a drift
If it were so, I would spread my wings and move like a fly
Kiss the moon and return to the Earth on a fly
The rabbit came cannot arrest the din
Nor was the giraffe tall enough
My legs could not see where my eyes had been
Pity, my tongue cannot taste the joy of reading
Daniel got the direction to his parent’s church on Church Street
For whatever it is worth
Aha, never possible to fly like a fly or kiss the moon
not with a long spoon
You do not have to survive
Life is not a 9 to five
Dundun dance at the funeral of a chief without legs
Not sure how but it did anyway
Loaf left in a bucket of water gets soaked
Like a fish out of water, dead
Omo, la ju e
It is a street talk to survival.
This egg was a shell cast under a spell
no route, no stout, no bell
merely an inanimate object in an embryo
waiting for life and moving to and fro
How many embryos do you notice and not see?
how many inanimate objects do you kick and not pick?
how many routes do you observe and not serve?
my story in a hurry – ten years ago
If eggs birth their contents and retain the containers
if inanimate objects could speak and not gawk
if my egg could voice the noise and shun other voice
This egg could have flown over the zone
Soon,
very soon,
this egg
will fly
above the sky
Life like love is on us if we let it be
It happens to us and never leaves us
If we let it, it can be never-ending
or it can press pause.
Love like life is on us, if we let it see
It inches on us and dwells with us
If we let it flow, it can unite oceans
or we can press pause.
It is with joy I have waited for the breaking of the day. The day this day will stroll in and stroke my soul.
It is with joy I have waited for the breaking of the day. The day this day will walk in and stoke my fire.
It is with joy I have waited for the breaking of the day. The day this day will saunter in and wake my palate.
It is with joy I have waited for the breaking of the day. The day this day will tiptoe in and cake my flour.
I am unwaiting.
Hope
single thread that knits
billions of hearts together as one
Single thread that sews
continents together as one village
Hope
One of my fav books, Buy.ology
explores the biology
of why
we buy
the things we buy.
Hadn’t thought about it before Buy.ology
the book opened the eyes
to many a surprise
of why
we buy
the things we buy.
Had thought sex sells before Buy.ology
the book debunked
that belief
and another
and you shudder
at why
you buy
the things you buy.
.
Snow are slow to melt
Lest the sun shines
The sun are wont to burn
Unless the umbrella appear
The umbrella cannot withstand
fiery force of fire
Like the gentle rain, tenderness needs no force
to melt a stony heart
Like a diamond
the almond
heals all ills
wrestle the wrestlers
and restore good health
add tag-team fenugreek
straight from Greek
Fenugreek attacks and defend the process
unsolicited ills are arrested
and wasted
guards are mounted
at the door post
no ill attacks
all ills are wasted
From the vantage height, all villagers gather to see
the reason the season has quit
the dew has also quit
farmers angered by this seizure
all gathered at the Watchtower
to say a few prayers