31 Days of Poetry - Day 3 - WORDS - by Beloved

(... HIS POEM ...)

Let the falling leaves tell the tales of dying branches
To the growing shrubs
Let it feed their plush green
With a dose of its faded brown

Let the setting sun tell the raging day
It will never live to see the night
Tell the moon if it should ever copulate with the sun
it would birth but off-springs of darkness

Tell the sons of the sun, that
they can only shine in the light
Tell those that were denied wings by the gods
That they can only fly with words

So I plant my heart into the earth
To unearth the melodies of my mind
I float my memories amidst sea waves
To watch them glide alongside giant whales

I unsheathe my ink flow
To animate boundless tales
I unbridle my armory of words
To give flight to my rooted being

Cause words give me wings
I spread out my words as wings
And float alongside the desert winds
Molding grotesque images of love and unity
Justice and equity
With the smoky white puffs of the night clouds

I sit atop the floating edges of mount Olympus
Engaging in a feast of words with the golden gods
Wielding an artifact more potent than Poseidon’s rod
With words I am god

I bring alive and kill
Those images jumping around in the creativity of your mind

With words,
I traverse universe in the blink of an eye
I drift in and out of galaxies at will
I’ve got one foot on the hot desert sand of the Sahara
While the other shiver from the frosty cold of the North Pole

Words makes the world
Words light fire in the heart of men
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names
Word can wring tears from the hardest hearts
Words are like honey, its sweetness is corny
Words are like air, we live and breathe them
Words are nemesis, they hunt us
Words are messiahs, they save us
Words are the silence on dead nights
Making the whirring world stand still
Words give us wings

I would hurl words into the overwhelming darkness of the human mind,
And wait for an echo
If an echo does sounds, no matter how faintly, I would send other words
To tell… to teach and to fight
To create…To enlighten and to empower
To lift up to unattainable heights
To give wings to those denied the gift of flight
To fly

Cause Words are our wings

And with words we fly


EGC:  Your Real Name & Stage Name 
BELOVED: Ajijola Habeeb. Stage Name is Beloved.

EGC:  Discipline/What You Do
BELOVED: I studied Economics at both my undergraduate and post graduate level. I work as a brand consultant - Creative Director at Luminous Creatives.

EGC:  Other Creative Art Forms You Practice 
BELOVED: Aside from writing, i do graphics design and i play around with pencil drawing every once in a while.

EGC:   What Made You Go Into Poetry 
BELOVED: hmmmm, poetry, unlike most other people poetry started for me as a play thing, it was an avenue for me to express my creativity. I didn't have any of those escape means or solitary partner kind of relationship with poetry when i started writing, those came later on.

EGC:  Kind Of Poems You Write/Perform
BELOVED: My poems are majorly themed around prevalent societal issues, my muse are tilted most to issues concerning violence, terrorism, unity
and related subject matters.

EGC:  People Who Inspire You In Poetry 
BELOVED: The author of every single wonderful poem i've ever read inspire me, from Rumi to Edgar Allan Poe, William Carlos Willian, Maya Angelou and to those closer to home Warsan Shire (i really really adore any word that her pen scribbles), Titilope Sonuga (If her words could take a female form, i'd marry them without thinking twice), Romeo Oriogun,Anis Modjani, Emi Mahmoud (This is another poets that makes me feel almost the same way Titilope's word does) and countless others.

EGC:  What You Hope To Achieve With Poetry 
BELOVED: I hope to achieve a whole lot of things with poetry, first and foremost of which is making a living (inside this poetry me, i must hammer). It is the duty of everyone who wields a weapon to impact, a poet's pen should teach, it create and should destroy when necessary. All these i also hope to achieve with my poetry.

EGC:  Your First Time At Be Blessed 
BELOVED: hmmmm, I think it was BB 8 or 9 I can't really remember

EGC:  How Many Times You Came To Be Blessed 
BELOVED: Four times, I think

EGC:  Poets You'd Like To See At Next Be Blessed 
BELOVED: Undispituedly, Titilope Shonuga, Donna (again), Rez and Efe (those ones sef don do for now)

EGC:  Most Memorable Edition Of Be Blessed And Why
BELOVED: That would be BB 13, because i won the slam

EGC:  What You Missed About Be Blessed 
BELOVED: I like their zeal and tenacity, the drive to always go on. When i first knew EGC sometimes back it used to be our own small thing to me, but with persistence it is now of national repute.


  1. Wow! That poem wowed me. As usual, Beloved is in his element. Thumbs up, bro!

  2. Professionalism so obviously splattered on every line!!! Great!!!


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