Josh Berry World

Motunrayo Emiola “I’m afraid” She said to me, holding back her tears. She was restraining that because of me : I could sense that.     Though I have been the only son who'd given her tough times : at the level of vocations, yet she took more delights in confiding in me than in my brothers.    “Nothing would happen to you, Mum” I promised.    I was girding myself with borrowed courage – the courage I didn’t have, lent it for her. I could sense the despair, sadness, the confusion of it all was overwhelming. But she didn’t seem to believe my words, she was indeed tired of staying in her house, she was afraid, yes, twas written all over her. Then, I began to think : is this how ones faith diminish? Is this how the boiling torrent of her undaunted faith cool off?     I remembered, yes, back then. When the trial was at the apex, when an evil arrow was pointed at my brother and I. Yes,my bro...

Moturayo Emiola “I’m afraid” She said to me, holding back her tears. She was restraining that because of me : I could sense that.     Though I have been the only son who'd given her tough times : at the level of vocations, yet she took more delights in confiding in me than in my brothers.    “Nothing would happen to you, Mum” I promised.    I was girding myself with borrowed courage – the courage I didn’t have, lent it for her. I could sense the despair, sadness, the confusion of it all was overwhelming. But she didn’t seem to believe my words, she was indeed tired of staying in her house, she was afraid, yes, twas written all over her. Then, I began to think : is this how ones faith diminish? Is this how the boiling torrent of her undaunted faith cool off?     I remembered, yes, back then. When the trial was at the apex, when an evil arrow was pointed at my brother and I. Yes,my bro...

Three o'clock at noon when the sun pierces the water. The gaze of the tree adjust the mood of the atmospehre. He's arriving with a loving notion to take away his tributes. He comes around yet still in his abode. Finally he comes with his throng, to apprehend his friend's debt. He's knocking on his friends door, pulling the locks off their pouch. He goes in cowardly taking the debt off his friend bravely. He's death, he his escaping with the debt- the breath of his friend. c.2017 Adeyemi Joshua

After decades of torments and struggles, His bones cracked and wept heartily, His legs disagreed throading on the harmless bottles, And kept him indoor like a-day littlun of january. The fortune he piled up stabbed him, Under his comfort roof, oppressions seize his peace. The then lovely moment gave no more pleasure to him, Because the end of the race is no longer a tease. 'kpo, kpo, kpo', the vessel of misery banged his door. Coupled with misfortune he emerged. His lovely sad trend pulled down the man's joy, As he pierced his hand and took his soul in desguise:                                           "Cumi' with me, your period is done,             Lay now beneath your feet and let us be gone! '. C.2017 Adeyemi Jo...