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TOLU 's Diary Today

Hi  diary,

Welcome to May

David May is already smiling there in the UK

Uh Lala! Niwco may serve you something juicy

Did I just say 'may' ?

'may' is an understatement coz I'm poised to wow  you

Don't tell me 'I may stay tuned to your diary'

Your vision might be clear if you read my lines this May

Ofe nsala, pounded yam and moimoi for partygoers this May

You don't know the celebrant yet you want to turn up for May?

He replied "I have a date with Miss May"

Solemnization...finally Miss May turned Mrs.

Less I forget; May 1st was workers' day

There is certainly no may day without Writers

You may end up losing it without writing it down

Thoughtful...great piece were dropped previousj May

May has made novelists and authors so gear up guys

Never say I MAY DO IT just DO IT  like Nike says

Today is the 2nd of May, I already had a date here

Fall in love...'bae may I kiss your hand'

She replied "I may pay the dowry cause of your golden pen"

Catch me again this month of May

" It might have been" the saddest of words is a No for the diary

May I end with my mother's tongue 'Ka pade layo'.


Fasuyi Tolulope Samuel is a budding poet and novelist. He has featured in two ebook publications; Woman vs Man: A cultural difference and 'A woman's pot, a man's stomach': A collection of poem on delicacies both by Sandra T. Adeyeye. He has a B.Sc Hons in Microbiology from Adekunle Ajasin university, Akungba-Akoko Ondo state. A lover of artwork, music and football. Tolu hails from Akure in Ondo state. The single Youngman is interested in taking Africa to the world with his style of writing.
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