IT HIT ME HARD?

Matter of fact, am not the kind of brother that loves getting into unmusical details to the ears of those who care to hear... but my brothers and sisters- I definitely did so this time. Tell me, just how would it feel if a blood brother one minute is right by your side and the next minute, he is right at the side of the law as a fugitive of the law. It hit me hard and split me apart exactly the way that an axe may disintegrate a piece of firewood.

It funny how brothers get to really trust the law yet still funny how dudes go ahead to manipulate the law in their favour. It's silly how a young dude never gets to realise how tough and precise lofe is and he never picks a leaf from experiences.

Am sorry, my Papa just called me up... afraid I can't carry on with the story coz the next episode is basically about papa.

Life ain't a piece of a delicious pizza!

Forsaken

It was last night
When the quarter red-disc moon shone
Right across the ocean…
That- I saw the water waves
As if undecided on which
Course to take.
And right in the middle
Of this ocean
Was a black boat
Whose engine had lost purpose
Yet her other faculties
Craved to be involved
For the ocean's currents kept swaying it
From side to side
For it had been forsaken.

A LETTER TO MY NATION

My nation…
May I please express my appreciation
For all the moments you have turned abomination
Into liberation.
It’s no accident that I mention
All the gradation that you have made-
Through all these situations…
With a lot of determination.

Surely: father-mother you are
Coz
Brother- Sister U’v put together
Plus
Enemy- friend and neighbour
U’v
Also sustained in u’r humble abode
Well
A lot of applause you surely deserve
For
Yo entire accord even with yo odds.

Yes! All that am expressing is
My expression of expressions with no limitations
Vest! They have vested all their lives in your
Nest so you may take care of all the rest.
I insurmountably appreciate yo work.

But…
My humbly, beautifully, dear nation!
Please accept my dear notion
From this secure station
With no idea of distortion
That- there’s a platform
Within our system that we must repair
Before it gets shattered.

I mean- lets all as a nation with co-operation
Uphold our values of integrity, dignity, rationality, accountability, credibility…
So as to earn the totality of a nation.
Let’s not look down upon those from the gutters in the ghettos
Coz from the ghettos came the getters of opportunities.
Lets embrace transparency so that our hearts and minds
May be seen even by the blindest of all.
Could we please distribute a fair share
To all yet with a lot of care
So that nobody can dare
Question you?
I was wondering! C’d we put a halt to bickering
As well as giving immaculate speeches of promises
Of heaven on earth
So that we c’d save such time to instead practice
What we would otherwise preach? Save that time comrades!
U’ll need it.
Precisely, c’d we please be a fair nation to this nation
So that we may not shatter that platform
Upon which our passion for this nation may be strained
Yet our connection of affection and relation of co-operation
Must not be broken?

Well, I believe that;
Unity
Gratitude
Aspiration
Neutrality
Determination and
Accentuation
Of all our values shall truly
Strongly build our dear nation!

THE POETRY HAVEN: I finally ran her on a marathon

THE POETRY HAVEN: I finally ran her on a marathon

I finally ran her on a marathon

It was a tip…
That- I would sink myself in there
And be ushered by a hip;
I mean, just a pair
Which I think makes it…
Hips;

Pardon me but…
Instead, I sunk into a nap
Only to find myself up
Right in an abyss
In which I swarm.

It never really did me no harm
That I drowned.
Later to be announced that-
I’ve been crowned
…a prowess of needles of sorts.

I think as an aftermath,
I deserved a wine toast to it…
Cheers!
I finally ran her on a marathon.

WHO DOESN’T KNOW???

That- it is who we are!!!



The children of- the so called Dark Continent,

who cannot sing of our own praises of

sweet mornings of light.



The chichidodos’ of

the Twenty First Century…

for we desire but- what we see

in our minds’ eyes as good.



The pots that cook without eating.

Should our stomachs really grumble?

Won’t the sluggish thief grasp us?



The fertile land that grows but

weeds other than rich crops.

Gradually we cease to value it,

And instead stretch our hands out

to whoever cares

to place a grain upon them.



The mothers that give birth but

curse why they ever did.

Forgive me, but I only thought

that God would smile broad

if we multiplied and filled the world?

Is there a problem?



The guns that shoot but

at their own troops.

Why not wonder about

what is happening?

More still, why us?



All these we are because;

there is no strength in how

Auspicious- we occur to be;

Fastidious- we imagine being; a

Ruse – we prefer to think up;

Inexpedient we undeniably find ourselves;

Comfort is quite unheard of in our land yet;

Astray we often find ourselves

Because; this is who we are.

My gourd

There is a gourd,

She sits in the middle of my rose garden,

At peace yet at work…

Serenity absolutely guaranteed,

For the beautiful morning beams,

Run through her everyday,

As the sweet night breeze,

Kisses her goodnight!



She is so naturally endowed,

For she possesses the best of it all,

Wonderfully woven by the most high,

That no other gourd can be placed

To the proximity of her beauty.

She bounces back twice as sweet,

A morning beam as the sun casts upon her



She never complains when taken

Out of the rose garden,

For she knows she will soon return

To her ultimate position

Calmly, Peacefully, Beautifully

Because her entire being

Depends upon the rose garden

As it does on her!