The Bitten Apple

Hilarious. Came across this while looking for inspiration to write something. It’s a poem I wrote on November 27, 2010 when I was a member of Independence Hall Press Organisation, U.I. Reading it again, I’m full of blush. Not because it is the best that could have ever been written as a freshman. Far from it. Nevertheless, it reminds of me all those late night write-ups to make sure the press-board is filled up every Monday morning at 2 A.M and flips through pages of Merriam Websters. I’ve reminisced enough. Time for you to share in my blush…

I want to live in paradise

Play chess and toss dice

swim in cool pool

and sit on royal stool.


I want to have the best of nature.

Cool air and breeze to nurture

my life to frightless future.

rather than live in prison with sutures


To relish the taste of wine.

Beauties and power to dine

in parties hoped to be mine

that I fantasized and hope could be fine.


On my countless dream a day

I met the truth that say

the bitten apple made my way

 a bitter journey, dry and tasteless like hay.


Had she not eaten the apple

I would live splendid and look supple

but faith had my aim toppled

so I wane in distress and grumbled.


so, enough I have to say

a bitten apple in any way

can cause an Adam’s fall or stray


since I learnt that, an advice I gave:

“beware of Satan’s apple trail.”   

Author: ifeadedeji

I am a graduate student in African Studies at the Center for International Studies, Ohio University where I work as a research assistant and Editor of Africa@OHIO Blog. I hold a bachelors in political science, and use this space as a container of my thoughts.

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