STRIDA 's BOOK CLUB First Poetry Contest ' WHY DO I WRITE? '

First Woman and First Man of STRIDA 's January Poetry Contest.

WHY DO I WRITE?

Sages in and out of STRIDA,
as you all know...
I write, scratch whereas I care.
Writing large for my people.
What goads, nudges my
bleeding anakim lines of thunder.

As you all know...
It is you, you can say it again.
Tell me of your dreariness, gloom, blue devils...
I will safe your heavens in gaiety, glee, mirth...

Sardines of ideas in me everyday,
just an idea from you, my reader,
Drives me to contention. Gwirs of Knight's Lore,
cyndadau of pains will drown in never never afons.

May I not cross the paths
of herbs and roots,
may I not anger enaids
of God, god's, demigods, word smiths ...

Audience, stand and be counted,
writing remains a tangled map,
hunger is my best sauce ,
your demand gives me millions of guts.
The unapologetic muse in me lives everyday
to pound yam for your problems,
doodading soup for sorrows in hell.

My opinions signed, sealed and delivered
by your humble, eager eyes.
Cutlass and hoe never dies,
my audience makes my pen,
you label me ' youngest counsellor '
I write for you not shelves,
my audience is my chart.

This is how I want
you to remember me.
Olodumare did it,I am Mzuri (great).
I am not scared .

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo.

' WHY DO I WRITE ? '

I think it more of a question, so I decide to answer such question with a poem titled the forerunner.

Title: The Forerunner.

With our porcelain filled to the brim
of fake promises
and our vessels filled with fake news.
I come before the Messiah
to prepare the mind of all earthly exotic end,
to gather all their worries
and present it toThe messiah
in an account called the "poetry writ. "

I am ' Bush the poet',
the john of my time
The one who baptized with words and poetry,
be at rest
for I know words cannot feed the hungry,
nor will it build the forth mainland bridge
but I also know poetry is a bridge
over the troubled.
Waters of ignorance,
I also know that poetry
can be that piece of advise
that leads you to your purpose in life.
Be at rest young champ for the one whose actions
will speaker louder than wordswill still come.
Await him and spread the good news
that the Messiah still comes.
For he will baptise you with real manifestoes
and fulfilled promises.
That Messiah could be you
or that fair girl sitting beside you.

I am *a forerunner*
and please know this,
I am not moved by the lavish,
spending of the young boys into yahoo scam
nor am I scared that their " _oloshoes_ "
will ask my head
in one of their birthday bash.
I am the one who will never be moved
by the pictures of that popular Instagram slay queen,
whose misguided purpose has pushed her
to post online with fake identities .
I know who I am and where I am going too.

*I am bush*
The one whose head would not come off formated.
Neck on a platter of gold, the one whose purpose
he knows
and vow to live it.
Although you can try but please stop all that threats.

I am *not a nonentity*
*I am bush the poet*
The one living in the wild
for the purpose
of spiritual and intellectual development. To fight human right abuses and advocate for a better world to live in. U am the one who feed mostly on locust beans for an heightened Eye sight. The young one who sees ahead of the ' old men ' messing up Abuja metropolis.

I am Dammy Bush
The one who will keep on writing even when trees grow fruits of threats and the grass with fear, because as child loves to play with toys so do I love to stain white sheets with ink of ' Truth Saying. '

My Identity Is A Poet.
My purpose is to write my way to the progress of humanity.

*Notes* .
_Oloshoes_ : a Yoruba word which literarily means harlot.

Dammy Abbey Bush