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Scattered Thoughts is an anthology of poems by writer and poet Ogunyale Adegbenro Daud. It is a brief look into the thoughts and ideas that tend to storm his mind, it also features the author of the Negroes Journal; Omobodunde Ajayi, the author of the Dawn Of No Return: The Secret Nights Mist; C.J. Ellah, the author of upcoming anthology Aces Journey; Joseph O. Awujoola, the author of upcoming anthology A Thousand Poems of Love With A Price; Adeyinka Atilola, Adeoye Victoria a talented young poet with vast knowledge of Literature, Adekanmbi Oluwasemilore an intelligent,  bright and well furnished poet, Akporube Clive; a critical thinker, subconscious philosopher, tech genius and poet, Adeogun Excel; a brilliant poet and writer with his unique style of writing, Adeyinka Ayomitide - a poet and writer that sets a standard. Last but not least Soyelu-Aro Esther; the author of Firefly: A Collection of Poems.  Click the link below to download Scattered Thoughts by Ogunyale Ade...

WHO AM I? I park my car by the roadside. In case I didn’t mention it before I drive a 1958 Blue Convertible with Black stripes. Cool right? Yeah, I know. I leave the warmth of my car and start walking into the woods, all by myself—towards the old circus. I can hear the sounds of crickets, frogs croaking, insects buzzing around. I'm not with torchlight, but I can still see. I guess that’s one of the perks of sneaking out once in a while. The distance of the circus from the roadside isn’t that far, so I get there in less than 3minutes. I've always been able to think here. I have no idea why and I come here anytime I get in a fight with my Mum. I walk deeper into the woods. The circus hasn’t been used in over 10years, it closed down or the authorities closed it down or something like that. An incident happened that claimed the lives of people, or at least that’s what they said on the news. Memories come rushing back from when my Mum used to bring me here when I was young...

I GET PISSED I wake up feeling a slight headache as I open my eyes, the bright light forces me to close them immediately; I recognize the environment instantly, it’s my room. I sit up on my bed and look around. My rooms empty. I stand up, open my door and head downstairs to the sitting room, hoping I'll find my Mum. When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I hear two people talking. One voice belongs to my mum, the other belongs to someone I do not know. From where I stand I can’t help but overhear them “She shouldn’t have made now, he’s not ready.” My Mum tells the strange man. “You know how the oracles work, they’re unpredictable and he’s been separated from her all his life. What did you expect to happen? An email coming in to announce its time he begins his training?” The strange man asks my Mum. “Well a heads up would’ve been nice!” Mum replies. “What do you mean a heads up? You mean you haven't told him?" The strange man asks my mum. "No I hav...

Nigeria, our suffer-reign state... The hub of corruption, bribery, all the worst vices. Nigeria, our suffer-reign  state... Where only God can cleanse our dirty practices.  Have you seen the leaders of our "suffer-reign" nation? With their pig sized stomach and hunger for power? Do you think the least powerful of men can resist the temptation? To frolick with the band of thieves in their castle of sewer? Some of them preach about change and the next level... Others giving "power to the people" all while making Nigeria great again. We know who they are, what they are; they're associates of the devil. As you read this, don't over think or you just might go insane. They cannot sweep away the problems we face with their broom of doom,  Neither can they hide their sixteen years under their umbrella of deceit. Our suffering has continued to loom,  Getting out of it is no easy feat.  The force meant to protect us ...

BLACKOUT History class went by with the same speed Mondays come after Fridays. I'm in the last class for today, Math. I’ve never liked math.  They had to make the classes we hate the really important ones. "Jay would you like to explain to the class the first law of indices?” I'm far-gone in my thoughts to even hear her, typical math class drama. "Mr. Jay Walker" This time I hear that loud and clear, unfortunately: quickly I snap out of my fantasy. "Yes, Miss Liz" I answer pulling myself together like I’ve actually been paying attention.  "Apparently you haven't been paying attention in my class." She points out blankly as she walks towards me. “Busted” I say under my breath. “What did you say?” She asks. “Nothing Ma’am” I answer. "Would you like to share with the class why you haven't been concentrating?” She asks me, I look around the class, all eyes are on me—damn I hate being the center of attentio...

BEGINNINGS Monday September 4th, 2014. 7AM. “JAYYY!!!” I hear my mum yell from the bottom of the stairs at the top of her voice.  "Jay David Walker" she yells again.  "Heaven’s sake, what is wrong with this boy?" She murmurs as she climbs the stairs towards my room feeling frustrated,y yeah I do that to my Mum a lot. She knocks on the door, I don’t answer; she knocks again. This time I answer:  "I'm awake Mum; I'll join you in a few minutes" My mum wasn't ready to leave, not this morning. "You better get your ass over here and open the door, in the house I pay for with my 3 shifts at the hospital".  She yells louder as I open the door and peek out.  "I know you're working really hard Mum, and I appreciate and love you".  I try to calm her down. She sighs, looks at me with sad puppy eyes and heads back to the kitchen. "It’s the first day of school after summer; you don’t want to be late" s...

Dear African parents, We want you to actually listen to us! For once, let us clear the cobwebs that has gathered in our hearts over the years, a certain darkness you've plunged us into. “...look at Dele. Does he have two heads–" You keep hitting me with these bullets. “...can't you be like everybody?" I just can't! Everyone wants me to be normal. The world see me as crazy, 'cause my opinions differ. I'll definitely not succumb to your norms, so as to become normal Hypocrisy at its finest. Dear African parents, Whats your definition of normal? I wonder. Staying in line with what everyone knows? Following the path those before me did? Or listening to your caging beliefs over and over? “We all can't be sane", I keep reminding myself. Let me break free and make my opinion heard! From the rooftops, let the world know, My flaws are beautiful and that's who I am. Maybe, just maybe, you'd come to understand, I am a ...

We always talked about forever, It was our quote. Our anthem. I remember sitting every night with you, staring at the skies, You in my arms, my breath against your neck, My hand rubbing your tummy so slightly, Our thoughts far away, yet at a converging destination - future. I miss the name you called me. No! Not just the name, but the sound of the name as you pronounced it. It made me wonder if that truly was my name. I miss the times our lips locked, And our hormones became an erupting volcano as I found the nape of your neck. I miss the silent moans that escaped your lip against my ear, They became my favourite verse of our song. It's hard to define what I feel now, We made promises, ran the race together through several hurdles. Yet,  the last time we spoke was to tell you to keep away, To stay away and not talk to me. How every word slipped through my lips breaks my heart, Burning my tongue like vinegar on a thirsty day. I sit here now as my eyes well w...

My thoughts are with you but my body isn't, As much as it hurts I try to hide it. My soul aches for the sound of your voice, I'd kill to smell your fragrance if had the choice. The fact I can't be with you continues to haunt me, I love you and I have nothing but words to prove myself. Whatever happens babe please stick with me, Till the day I see you and lose myself- In you. By O.aD-iWriter