Josiah Yakspirt Yakubu's Profile
AND I SHALL NOT BE AFRAID
AND I SHALL NOT BE AFRAID
In a corner I sat so lonely
They said I am not comely
The say the lion is on the way
If I dare try, with my life I will pay
I wonder as I wander
With many things to ponder
I assumed life is fragile
For fear of destiny reptile
My enemies assailed
And my heart failed
Aha! They said "let's eat him up
Like the sea, let's swallow him up"
I was about to fearfully resign
My future that was gloriously designed
For fear that I should die, I began to run
I felt hopeless and my mind begin to roam
Ho, my child! A voice mumbled to me
Fear not, lift up your eyes and see
Your weeping days are gone
And your glorious moments are on
In a twinkle of an eye I saw a glimpse
Of angels given charge over me
Lest I should dash my feet
My path was cleared now I can see
My sorrow was rolled away,
Since Jesus came to stay;
That was when I learned to pray,
And let Him have His way
The shackles were broken
And the problems were forgotten
I'm shielded from every raid
And I shall not be afraid.
©Yakaport Josiah
01-08-2021
05:16
ALIYU MY FRIEND
ALIYU MY FRIEND
My Brother Aliyu
It is gradually getting to a year
Since when we bit each other goodbye,
I have wondered if I shall see you again
My brother, you are more than a friend.
My Brother Aliyu
We have been through a lot back then
You are naturally a strong person
Can I ever walk with you again my friend?
Look at how time flies my brother.
My brother Aliyu
Your kind are few that I have met
I heard that you are betrothed now
Your woman must be a beautiful one
You must be a brave one to serve in the army
My Friend Aliyu
You have always stood positive
I will be glad to tell others about our time
Alot has happened to me my brother
I know you never knew about my misery
My Friend Aliyu
Our friendship has stood the test of time
To day I must confess to the whole world
That I have missed you a lot brother
And I wish to see you again
©Yaksport Josiah
UNCERTAINTIES
UNCERTAINTIES
Why do I sit here all alone?
Am I among those that lost hope?
Oh my soul be not dismayed
When you have not prayed
Mysterious is the content of the container
Tell me, Who can discern a pretender?
The uncertainty no one can ascertain
I wish to say, if only I know for a certain
Boredom is part of sweet momment
Alone in solitude seeking own consent
Away from the world's communication
But oh, no one to render admonition
Where is everyone today?
Why am I deserted these days?
Alone in my chamber I lay
Thinking about those days in May.
©Yaksport Josiah
DARE NOT TO BE LIKE ME
DARE NOT TO BE LIKE ME
You talk of wondrous thinks about me
You admire the things you see in me
You talk of my decency and personality
Why do you admire my gentility?
You thought I have everything
You think I'm good-looking
You think I have no pain
You think favors I gain
Many a times have I cried too
Many a times have I failed too
Many times I've been rejected too
Many times I have been penniless too
I've seen mountains that were too high for me
I've seen valleys that were too wide for me
I've met people who said I'm ugly too
I've met people who don't like me too
I was dumped too
I have dumped too
I was weak too
I was cheated too
I have cheated too
I had irony of good too
I have irony of bad too
I was a terrible failure too
But I'm different now
I am a changed man now
I masked my pain with a smile
Yes I love to smile
Dare not to be me
Be a true version of yourself
We have different battles
Yours is yours mine is mine
You are great in a dynamic way
Yaksport Josiah
08-10-2022
WHO WILL SAVE HUMANITY?
WHO WILL SAVE HUMANITY?
When greed steals peace away
The price someone must pay
Who will save all humanity
From the reign of cruelty?
When Diplomacy failed to play
When peace have no place to stay
When terror engulfs humanity
who will give mankind security?
Without soldiers, how would life be?
Oh soldiers, we hail thee!
Servants to humanity we hail thee!
Salute the rooted palm tree
Eaten are the garden's fruits without fence
The walls gave her sure defense
A soldier's absence is a nation's weakness
We hail thee our nation's fortress
Out of discomfort, and displeasure
In sunny or rainy weather
They serve in full measure
Selfless and serving our mother
We salute our falling heroes
Who fall by our foes
Who fall for the love of humanity
Who died promoting peace and unity.
Submitted to the World Institute For Peace.
©Yaksport Josiah
THE TALKING DRUM
THE TALKING DRUM
Like the waves of the sea
My joy is seen
In my African regalia
With just an euphoria
I wish to sing and tell
Why I shouldn't be tamed
Because it is genuine and core
Like the sand of the sea shore
I am my master's utterance
I see his heart by entrance
Into his deepest thought
About lessons life has taught
I am swayed to and fro
Like a messenger's horse
When life turns him down
To ease himself he play me loud
To understand a goat's complain
You must speak the language
My master is the drummer boy
Not for coin, but to spread joy
He play and I talk
And express our hearts
And men dance back to the age of gold
And our deepest joy unfolds
We are the men of song
We are the people of old
Africa home sweet home
Our steps our hope.
©Yaksport Josiah
21-06-2021
2:00pm
WE ARE BEWITCHED
THE ECHOES OF SOLITUDE
In the quiet halls of a weary heart,
Where shadows linger, worlds fall apart.
The silence whispers, a solemn tune,
Beneath the glow of a ghostly moon.
No hand to hold, no voice to hear,
Just fleeting dreams and a well of fear.
The air feels heavy, the nights stretch long,
An endless void where I don’t belong.
The walls close in, the time moves slow,
A hollow rhythm, a ceaseless flow.
Each moment lingers, a weighted sigh,
As stars look down from an empty sky.
Memories dance in a fractured stream,
Faces fade like a fleeting dream.
The laughter echoes, then slips away,
A cruel reminder of brighter days.
Yet in this stillness, a seed may grow,
A tender spark in the undertow.
From barren earth, a bloom can rise,
To reach for light through clouded skies.
For loneliness, though sharp and stark,
Can lead us inward, ignite a spark.
The soul learns strength in its aching song,
And finds its way where it once felt wrong.
By: Yaksport Josiah
The Melody Lane
THE MELODY LANE
A Duet between Jeremiah Austin Osanebi and Yaksport Josiah
#Jeremiah
Thinking of the same uncertainty of being a lover
A large crowd gathered this time around it birthed her filtering hover
The smile was a write- up
But oh, only lovers could read the lovely sum up
And soloist could sing
The line of the song kept ringing
Alas! My heart Panted
Like the river bricks panted.
#Josiah
The symphony of camaraderie is beating in my heart
Dreams every night have visited my sleep
I wonder why the ding dong bell rings in my heart
I told my cheerful mind to wake from the mid day sleep
I have been deserted once, and never again will fall in love
But oh the spark in my heart continuous to love.
#Jeremiah
My love sings
With a fearful trill
Of things unknown
I dance along
In the street with a fearful trill
But longed for still
And my tune is unheard
On the mountain hill
For my love sings
And cry for freedom .
#Josiah
If the decked flowers, seldom hop for the rhythm of the brave,
If Davinci's paintings are no more thrilling to gaze,
If the springtime grasses are no more attractive to the cows,
If chickens now fled away from its symphonic crows
If a cat can easily stop its thrilling, purr, and meowing,
Then humans easily shoot away love, like an arrow on the hunter's bowing.
©Jeremiah Austin Asanebi and Yaksport Josiah
10-02-2024
I DID IT MY WAY
It never stood the test of time
It never reached it's prime
It didn't go too far
The light wasn't the star
On the way, it was grief throughout
Blame and anguish was its spout
It collapse to the ground
It was searched but not found
It was done so cunningly
Yet it failed woefully
I did it all.
I faced it all.
I felt it all.
Because I did it my way.
I failed Let the record show,
And then, you will know;
I did it my way.
It never lasted
Time was wasted
Because I never pray
I did it my way
©Yaksport Josiah
WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY?
(A poem, to the one I adore)
Why is the moon so bright tonight?
Why is the oceans so calm tonight?
Why are there chirping birds tonight?
The silhouette of the moon on water is bright
Why is my heart beating fast tonight?
Many thoughts engulfs my mind tonight
Why is talking to her now my delight?
Where is the pain that weakens my might?
These days are lonely days
These days are thoughtful days
The heart crave for her to stay
Why do I feel this way?
Ah, why is this coming now?
Oh, what will I do now?
Why do I feel that I'm in love?
Am I not that innocent as a dove?
When would this life be fair to me?
Oh goodness, just this one chance
Oh heavens, I cry, hearken to me
Give me the reason in life to prance
Who am I? Where do I come from?
Would she accept where I came from?
What if this is my fate?
Would she understand my life's state?
Would this feelings be over?
I wish I have the power
I feel she is the one to wipe my tears
The one I've been waiting over the years
For once let me have what I desire
To my dearest one let me be her desire
Let the heavens hear my prayers
For love I pray, oh hear my prayers
Nevertheless, let heaven's will prevail.
©Yaksport Josiah
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09036393209
13-06-2022
A LOT IN MY TIME
A LOT IN MY TIME
A Poem
The days of honesty are far gone,
The days of morality are no more;
The days of peace are far gone,
Days free of mischief are no more;
But my time, oh my time!
I've heard, and seen a lot in my time;
Men, craving men in my own time,
Women, craving women of my time;
In my time, culture is forgotten
In my time, true respect is forgotten
Youths craving for leisure in my time,
Extortion is rampant in my time;
Good men, still exist in my time
Only few good men survive in my time;
My time, oh my time
I've lived a lot in my time;
©Yaksport Josiah
27-07-2021
10:08pm
LET US SAVE NIGERIA
LET US SAVE NIGERIA
A Poem.
The land I first saw was Nigeria,
The anthem I first piped was Nigeria's;
My Mama is African, and Nigerian,
My Papa is a Farmer, Teacher, and a Nigerian;
Indolence was not our people's legacy,
Apathy in politics was not our policy;
But now, we have lost our honesty,
Now, we have pleasure in impunity;
Oh Nigeria, my Father land!
I love you my motherland!
If tomorrow comes without me,
The future glory of Nigeria will I see;
But let me rest in the cemetery,
Of that land, I called my country;
Sonny Okosun in a political regalia,
Sang, and asked "which way Nigeria?
We must times only vote rulers,
Forgetting that we only need leaders;
Any little thing that goes wrong,
We start to blame the government;
We know everything that goes wrong,
Because We are part of the government;
We made mistakes during the oil boom
Not knowing that it was our doom;
Some people now have everything,
While today many, have nothing;
Our ambition to be millionaires
Is throwing the country in the air
We all want to be millionaires
So that we will live in the air
Remember, that a single step, is the
beginning of a million mile;
Let us rebuild our mind, so that we
can make, the country smile;
Let us save our Nigeria
So that Nigeria will not die."
©Yaksport Josiah
24-09-2021
11:04AM
MY GRAND FATHER
MY GRAND FATHER
A Poem.
My grandfather is someone
With a silver in his hair
And a gold in his heart
His mouth is filled with wisdom.
He trained my father
In modest cultural manner
My fine grand father
Has unquestionable charisma
If he has fathered my father
Then he is also my father
No wonder I can see
By fates decree.
I love my grandfather
For he was destined
Long ago to father my father
And to be my grand father
When I pee in me
He guides in love
When we have a walk
He holds my hands
I Looked at him and wonder
Why his bears are white
While my papa's bears are black
But oh that's old age's might
I hide in his bosom
When thunder blasts it's horn
And when I cry oh! oh!
He will say to me fear not grand son
©Yaksport Josiah
17-06-2021
IMAGINE THAT
IMAGINE THAT
(My Birthday Poem)
Imagine that melodious moment
When I piped a tune for joy
The neighbors poured their comment
Hurrah, it's a He, it's a boy.
Imagine that time as I grow
Daily my knowledge gain
Imagine again if I should bow
How much knowledge will I gain?
Imagine a writer's life
Born to live in loneliness
Sequestration brings joy to his life
Inspiration comes from his loneliness.
I have lived a lot in my time
I've crawled in my life as a child
I've seen things in my time
I've played in the mud as a child.
Imagine that now I'm a man
Today is the day I was born
One day I'll have my own woman
Perhaps a boy or a girl she would born.
One after another we came to the earth
One after another we leave the earth
Each of us will leave whether king or pauper
None of us will stay whether doctor or lawyer.
At least I've seed some sides of life
Let me my soul count the cost
I've lived the expect life
I have gladly counted the cost.
If my saviour tarry
I hope to see many years
If He did not to tarry
At least in his service, I've enjoyed these years.
Happy birthday to me.
©Yaksport Josiah
09036393209
10-02-2022
THE SONG OF LONELINESS
THE SONG OF LONELINESS
A Poem
Sitting alone on a wooden armchair
Watching birds flying in the air
Piping melodies of loneliness
And the dilemma of singleness
Storms that cannot be stilled
Promises that can not be fulfilled
Love that was never true
This and that, which was not true
Always finding the wrong ones?
The first promised and failed
Always guessing the wrong ones
They all promised and failed
The prettiest, accommodates many
Everyone now has someone
That someone has someone
All the some ones are not happy
A life that was never lucky
A past that is so dreary
Deceit that was never perceived
A heart that was deceived
True love exist in dreams
Those in need would sleep
Dreamers are for dreams
They enjoy love in their sleep
I shall remain alone
I shall build my home
Oh love, do not come
I'm a hustler I can't sleep
Love is not for me
It is no longer free
Love is for the rich
I am not rich.
©Yaksport Josiah
09036393209
Twt: YaksportJosiah
25th-11-2021
THE NIGHT RAIN
Silhouettes appeared at the lightning
Like a crescendo rhythm the winds blow
after dinner, and folktales of the evening
The trees bend their backs like a bow
The jolly and the wearied souls hide under the roofs
Nostalgia arises, and the drizzle was washes roofs
The nocturnal starts in a beat of andante
The farmer remembers sharpening his machete
The Eastern winds forcefully bloblow
From the sky's trumpet, thunder blows
The music on the roof becomes pleasant
The melody of rain to all becomes important
Slowly, like a bride matching
From thoughts, the mind is descending
Preparing to travel like a gentle gypsy
And the world travels to the world of fantasy
The music of the rain sounds sweet
It pours, ad flows to one street
How beautiful is the rain
The night rain, the welcome rain.
©Josiah Yakubu Yaksport
17-05-2022
TWT: YaksportJosiah
Dine with Poetry.
WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE
WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE
A poem
If I should travel a thousand miles for you
Then I will travel across the sea for you
If for love that I should die,
Gladly will I accept my fate with sigh
I'm clenched to you
I know you're obsessed too
And if you ask me why?
I won't hesitate to tell why
Love is something we all desire
Because it forms a part of us
And, when two worlds collides,
Mysterious sensations arise
Because love is my weakness,
It unfolds it self to me as sickness;
Then, I flee all manifestations of love
And I said "never again will I be in love"
But oh, you came to me as friend
And my heart never reject friends
And then, I loved you tenderly
Similarly, you loved me faithfully
My world was made with things so bitter
Your world was made with things so sweeter
But, when we met, our path became so bright
Perhaps, that's what happens when two worlds collides.
©Yaksport Josiah
08-01-2021
YOUR HUSBANDS
YOUR HUSBANDS
A Poem
(And one of the women said to the poet "master tell us about our husbands." And he answered and said):
Your husbands are those unhappy labourers
They suffer and yet received less rewards
Your husbands are those poor carpenters
Exhausted, yet hitting for the sad rewards.
Your husbands are those sad farmers
Toiling under the hot sun to please your moods
Your husbands are those weary hunters
Searching the woods for your assorted foods.
Your husbands are those tireless mechanics
They stood by the roadside so melancholic
They move to and fro, searching for food
They are many on the streets in sad mood.
They hide their grief with smiles
They cry in the secret and smile in public
They walk daily for many miles
They are sincere and hypocritic.
Your husbands are the men in the fields
Striving for you and your children needs
To your husbands you must always yield
Cherishing, loving and meeting their needs.
Your husbands are your confided friends
They are your pride and strong towers
Be your husbands best friends
Your husbands are your children's fathers
Your husbands are the ones you must adore
You dwell in their homes, and nurse their babies
You trusted them, gave them love, and more
They make you a wife, to build their families.
"Your husbands are your reason for survival
They plant the seed in you to produce children
They ease your urge and you crave for survival
Without your husbands, there will be no children
©Yaksport Josiah
Twt: YaksportJosiah
11-02-2022
THE NIGHT RAIN
Silhouettes appeared at the lightning
Like a crescendo rhythm the winds blow
after dinner, and folktales of the evening
The trees bend their backs like a bow
The jolly and the wearied souls hide under the roofs
Nostalgia arises, and the drizzle wash the roofs
The nocturnal starts in a beat of andante
The farmer remembers sharpening his machete
The Eastern winds forcefully blows
From the sky's trumpet, thunder blows
The music on the roof becomes pleasant
The melody of rain to all, becomes important
Slowly, like a bride matching
From thoughts, the mind is descending
Preparing to travel like a gentle gypsy
And the world travels to the world of fantasy
The music of the rain sounds sweet
It pours, and flows to the street
How beautiful is the rain
The night rain, the welcome rain.
©Josiah Yakubu Yaksport
17-05-2022
TWT: YaksportJosiah
Dine with Poetry.
THE FUTURE UNKNOWN
The old days predict better yesterday
The previous, was an awful yesterday
We hoped the hardship will end yesterday
Here we are in terrible calamity today
The present adversity is more than the past
War, looting and corruption has erect her mast
Imagine Nigeria is now desolate
Paupers daily seek to relocate
Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria is dying
Oh my Leaders are you truly trying?
All the promised futures are now futile
Were they crushed by a giant reptile?
If all these days were part of futile futures
Does tomorrow truly has good future?
Oh Nigeria
My Nigeria
Place of deadly leisure
Ah, Nigeria unknown future
©Yaksport Josiah
25-05-2022
OUR KING'S DAUGHTER
Our king is a fine good man
He is married to a lovely woman
In royalty, he is the greatest of his kind
In his time, there is none of his kind
Our king rules vast domains
Peace, love, justice, he'll maintains
Our king was the greatest in his time
He administered justice in his prime
Our king is rich in gold, and silver
He created a garden near the river
He planted fruits of all kind
To eat and to ease his mind
Our king built a beautiful castle
His servants rare thousands of his cattle
The beauty of his palace people gape
He drinks from his garden's grapes
Our king had no male child
With sadness his heart mild
Our queen could not bare him any
Among his subjects it perplexed many
Our king had a beautiful daughter
He cherished her like no other
Our king needs a successor
To save people from the oppressor
Our king became sick and very old
He needed a successor, so bold
Whom the burden he must carry
The princess must marry
WHEN YOU SEE OLUCHI
When you see Oluchi today
Tell her she is worth the say
When you see Oluchi anywhere
Tell her I've sang her beauty everywhere
Meeting her is an unfading nostalgia
A damsel from southeastern Nigeria
Tell her what I said is true
I said it because the time was due
When you see Oluchi anytime
Tell her she was Omali chanwa in her prime
When you see Oluchi tomorrow
Tell her, I agree, that beauty she never borrow
Sister! when you see Oluchi
Tell her She was admired by a young man from Bauchi
Tell her she is adore in my mind
She was the best of her kind
Tell her she is such a sweet soul
Could she be a teddy bear, I'll buy, cuddle and pet
Perhaps some beauties are not meant to be owned
But to be praised, and their moments to be borrowed
When you see Oluchi today
Tell her I'll sing of her beauty every day
When you see Oluchi anywhere
Tell her I've publicised her speech everywhere
Tell her that her eloquence has reached many
Tell her that she is loved by almost everybody
©Yaksport Josiah
Twt: YaksportJosiah
26-05-2022
COULD YOU BELIEVE?
COULD YOU BELIEVE?
(A Birthday Poem)
Over the Plateau hills
I hear the sound that thrills
A nostalgia of a special time
That a gem arrived in her prime
The breeze piped a symphony
The leaves clapped their hands
For joy, and not for mutiny
Over the seas and the lands
There was Ecstasy, on her arrival
Into the world of men struggling for survival
She dwell among men, and became a princess
She became great for her prowess
She is my friend, whom I adore
Her smile makes me smile-more
She is Gommam Anna Sunday
He smile is supersonic everyday
I wonder how she is celebrating this day today
This special day called birthday
But, could you believe? It's not a fray
She didn't tell me that today is her day
(Happy birthday my dear Anna Sunday Gommam
God bless and keep you.
Enjoy your day).
©Yaksport Josiah (Dine with poetry)
21-04-2022
IT IS TIME
Tears flowed like the oceans sea
Regrets engulfed the mind with a plea
Loss of fortunes increases daily
Lost of acquaintance that is so dearly
All my constructed goals were scattered
The beautiful garment I wore was tattered
The business failed and brought no gain
My heart was broken and left in pain
The South has great trouble
The North is a den of rumble
There seems to be morning at noon
The sun appeared instead of the moon
I have had my share of losing
I must arise and start winning
Though I failed all the way
I failed because I did it my way
It is time and the giant victor must arise
Amidst failure, I must arise
My fears I must face them all
It is time to conquer my foes all
I will be great again, like a palm tree so tall.
Yes it is time
Because now I have someone by my side
©Yaksport Josiah
Twt: YaksportJosiah
4th-05-2022
10:03 AM
BOREDOM
These days are lonely days
The soul now desires a companion
The desire grows from day to days
The mind no longer seek for an opinion
Sadly and quietly walking downtown
The mind from thoughts is drown
Lonely in the hut peeping through crevices
Engulfed with thoughts not of vices
Like a wanderer walking alone down the lane
The heart got covered with desires like a pane
The mind drifted in a narrow consciousness
The soul is not deserted, but yet lives in loneliness
No friends, and no acquaintance
Alone in isolation, has less significance
The soul prefer a place so solitary
Chanting incantations like in a monastery
The soul is always misunderstood
Everyone has lost the heart of brotherhood
Oppressed with the irony of life
Joy and pain played daily strife
Far away from pundits the soul lives
Far away from trouble the soul lives
To the market he barely go
To the farm he joyfully go
Oh life of that is lonesome
Oh life that is boredom
It is good for a snail to come out of the shell
SHe can make gain if character he buy and sell.
@Yaksport Josiah
30-31/05/2022
#DineWithPoetry
THE TALE OF YARI AND THE SPIRITS (I)
He went to Bugun Like a treasure Hunter
So fearless was he like his grandfather
He went to see Kulla his intended bride
He went boldly, to his love, his pride
Those days were days of the spirits
Yari's courage has not limits
Day-to-day he went to Bugun village
To visit his intended wife's lineage
One day became an unforgettable day
He that doesn't fear fitted a night fray
On his way back to Gargari village
The night accomplished with vintage
Lonely at night in the heart of the bush
The breeze blow and everything was Hush
In a distance he heard voices talking in pain
About Lhm Za'ar and the abundance of rain
He heard the voices were familiar
Our people's speech are always familiar
He walked fast to meet up with them
The faster he walks, the more he lost them
He heard their dialogues throughout the way
But he never saw anyone throughout the way
In the woods he heard their distant laughter
Discussing problems, and disunity matters
When he get near his village
Neither for curse nor for Rampage
Have we taken our time to visit
Take care human, we are the spirits
Yari smiled and waved in the air
It was the spirit chatting in pairs
The spirits of prosperity and unity
The spirit of peace and tranquility
©Yaksport Josiah
01-062022
#DineWithPoetry
THE PROBLEM MAN
The place where peace is Least
The market, the center of decoy
North,West, South, and east
The shanty has chaos in total deploy
The paternal, the den of sorrow
Friends, became destiny Scavengers
The maternal, lost hope in tomorrow
Neighborhood, now bunch of avengers
The ground, is now sinking sand
The mind, is engulfed with fears
The rock, too slippery to stand
The heart , is shedding tears
The purse, is empty
The market, is nasty
The heavens, gave no rain
A merchandise, without gain
The present plight, is a presage
The raging tempest, is a message
The storms, won't be Flinching
The sore distress, won't be Itching
The trial, is almost ending
The supreme, is responding
The victor, shall wear white gown
The victor, shall wear a Crown.
Be courageous oh troubled man.
©Yaksport Josiah
11-07-2021
12:32pm
THE SONG OF NAMCHI
My fellow clansmen I cry
Hearken to my deep plight
My son Dakuna is no more
Since eight weeks that he left home
His mother my wife died
And I brought Mobshi for him as wife
With you we did the marriage rites
So I can join my wife with a sigh
He left the wife of his youth
The woman he is betrothed to
That is the culture from boyhood
With your wife you grow into manhood
My fellow kinsmen
Look into this matter
What can I tell this orphan
I took for Dakuna as wife?
The tradition must be retained
But how can the tradition be saved?
I must go to his maternal home
Dakuna must come home
Dakuna must know
She is his wife
Destined by tradition
His wife to be for life.
©Yaksport Josiah
17-06-2021
11:28pm
HOW LONG?
A Poem
For your foes in power are all death;
WE DANCED THE CULTURAL DANCE
MY CHILDHOOD DAYS
Oh childhood days
Filled with innocence
When I was just a prey
With no guilty conscience
I miss those days
When I bathed outside without shame
I miss those days
When I cried, when I'm hungry
When I needed to add the bathing water
I urinate in the bucket to increase the quantity;
When I call eba food
And I call rice, rice;
I miss those days
When we laugh at our neighbour's daughter
When she Picked the beans in her shit and ate joyfully
That was innocence displayed by her
I miss those Nursery rhymes
When we sang them with sighs
I miss those swimming moments
In the village during holidays
I miss those days
When we played in the rain
And got drenched yet still happy
But now we've become men;
Yes we are now men
And will someday father others
Ah childhoodness!
That I will never become again
Each moment was thrilling
Childhood sins were long forgiven
For we never knew what we were doing
T'was great passing through childhood stage.
But oh, there's a day coming
When we will say goodbye
To our dearest on earth
I pray to finally enter His rest;
©Yaksport Josiah
30-05-2021
ISN'T THIS ROSEMARY?
I have seen that smile before
At the grocer's,
In the academia,
At the here and there;
No doubt you have once heard the name
Rosemary at least you've heard of her fame
She is the true epitome of beauty
She is the craving of most masculinity
So adorable and meek in character
But frown at fuss harder;
She smiles often and that's the mystery,
Of Rose Lina's unfading beauty;
She is the one with the best akimbo style
And every folk her beauty recites;
Africa is blessed with large deposit of beauty,
Rose Lina is born today, let's be jolly;
26th May is the day
Rosemary was born
26th May is the day
My intended sweetheart was born
Belated Happy birthday
Be happy and gay
For today is your day
Dear Rose Lina.
©Yaksport Jossiah
26-05-2021
BEFORE I DIE
A Poem
Before I die,
I will set a good footprint
On the sand of time
For the young ones to see.
Before I die,
I will reach the unreached,
With words of life,
And strengthen the weak.
Before I die,
I will labour on earth, for the reward above
In heaven beyond the tide
I will prepare my life to join the choir above.
Before I die,
I will let my soul to be filled with love;
As the days passes bye,
I will give for my mansion above.
Before I die,
I pray for grace to conquer sin;
I pray to die,
After fulfilling God's will.
Before I die,
I will fight the world
And all its forms
Holy Spirit be my guide
Before I die,
I will invest my life time
In doing His will
Because the longer I serve Him
The sweeter He be.
©Yaksport Josiah
22-02-2021
OUR PUNCTURED PRIDE
Like a swollen balloon we grew
Like a bunch of broom we were
With unity we marched in the streets
As bold as a lion we were
Like a deeply rooted palm tree
That overcomes the desert's wind
Was our culture through the ages
When unity made us win life's stages.
Hard work was our legacy
Service was our policy
Certainly it was because of unity
We sang those songs of victory
But oh, gone are those days,
When we hold unto the word which says
"Sorgah Nanbong yii tuhd lihba?
Ai sai kya kangshi mohnda"
Meaning broomsticks must be
Bound as one to sweep a place.
Now our culture is sick
Like a wounded soldier
Down in the battlefield
Where is that love for one another?
Let's sing of greed and mad ambition
That took away our our communal living
Unity was our pride, and source of satisfaction
Our pride is like a balloon punctured with a needle.
Ah! my people, who are we?
Oh!my people, where are we?
Are we Godless nation?
No patriots, lets build our nation
We must arise oh comrades
And cast useless loads
Of pride and covetousness
To vulcanize our cultural pride
We need unity, equity, and love
God save Nigeria
God save our culture
God safe Your people
God safe our land
©Yaksport Josiah
THE ROAD TO THE NORTH, LEADS HOME.
THE ROAD TO THE NORTH,
LEADS HOME
A Poem
Where are you, sweet innocent?
Mother said you must come home.
Where is the boy known to be decent?
Mother misses you, Oh! Come home.
Now, to the highway, I go
Searching for young Roland
For mother wants him home
Before she passes to Beulah land.
All you southern and Western traders
If you see a young lost soul,
It's my brother, Roland
Oh, tell him 'the northern road leads home'
All you distant merchants
Tell Roland not to be aghast
For the footpath to the north
Is the road that leads home.
He must come home
And help in building the falling walls,
He must not stay there anymore,
For mother wants him home.
Tell him his home is in desolation
And now is the time for reconciliation
That we must all come home
And never again leave home.
©Yaksport Josiah
THE MINER FOR THE GOLD
Duet by: Yaksport Josiah and Bukola Alabi.
#Yaksport
I met someone in an unusual way
And the joy I feel will forever stay;
The Supreme is the smartest being
In making strangers meet.
There is a saying, and I believe it's true
'If you can't go round the world,
You can go to the world around you'
The person I met is a mystery to all.
There's an inner voice telling me,
To believe that one day we'll meet;
Friendship is a divine mystery
Good friendship is the happiness master key.
#Bukola
You are a step closer to happiness
If by leap of faith you egress
From the shallow pit of reclusiveness
And dive in true Independence
You are only a step to your win
When you've abadoned those that'll cause your ruin
Embracing mystical feelings that comes-
For it's now easy to count your scores
You are every day lively
With your new found friend;
Love and peace you will savour
And life you'll no longer endure.
© Yaksport & gentryspen
13-11-2020
THE WANDERER
So I left my home
Not knowing where to go
As I travelled all the night long
In the dark all alone,
With neither lamb to light my way,
Nor water to quench my taste;
I kept thinking on the middle way
Counting the challenges I must face;
I know my kindred want me
But I must go to Timbuktu
Without regret I'll leave
For this is what I want to do;
And then I'll venture to mount Kilimanjaro,
There I'll meet traders who'll go to Marlboro
From there I'll travel to the Kalahari desert
And then go to watch mountain Everest's gizzard.
Here in the woods so lonely
A Wanderer I am so hungry
No water to quench my taste
So dirty, with dusty covered face
I'm a Wanderer like Dingis Wayo,
Who was helped by Shaka warrior of Zulu
When he cried out like the village Griot
Ahoy! Ahoy, as he narrates to the people
And when I'm done with my wondering,
I'll return to my country
What else can I do than to tell them stories
And when I die, I'll be buried in the village's cemetery.
There is nothing new in this life we live
What we yearn to do has been done by others;
We must one day account of the life we've lived
Stop wondering, and live a good life like no other.
©Yaksport Josiah.
31st October, 2020.
REVOLUTION
Duet by Yaksport Jossiah and Shalom Gowok
#Yaksport
We heard of a solemn proclamation
In 1789 of change called revolution
The eve took place in a wall paper factory
Where laborers planned to roll away their agony
France craved for good governance
And good management of their substance
It happened because they really need the change
All the day long they strive to bring the change.
But now, decades has passed
Here in the country of blacks
We've lived like inmates
Who longed for their pain to end
#Shalom
Like her Our struggles were only a preparation
And the Pseudo liberty only an introduction
To a world of subtility and deception
Spiced with lies and cruel intension
Slowly the bait was revealed
The systems need to be reformed
The people want to be informed
The task is pivotal and must be addressed
Nigeria a Godless foundation is faulty
Arise to integrity,dignity and sincerity
Awake to righteousness and accountability
Rewind and revolve afresh in honesty.
©Yaksport&Shalom
28th October, 2020
A TRUE STORY IN THE NORTH
It was on a Tuesday Evening
When all boys on him were leaning,
All were hungry and yawning
3rd of March, was that day Oh!
He thought all his dreams is nought
Untill the supreme declares its not.
It all started, when He went to refill his gas
And then he called a tricycle after refilling the gas
But, Alas! In a trap of the wicked he falls
Little did he knew how long it may take,
And with innocent heart, and a smile he said
"Sir, to the barracks take me and i will pay
I implore be fast they'll close the gate"
But then the heart filled with mischief had plans
And there he goes in a sandy road, strange, and fast;
"Oh no, thats not my way!" Muchacho cried
"Keep quiet and mind your business!" He replied
He prayed in his heart, and kept quite wiht a sigh.
One thing he believed most is the Bible
For no doubt he believed God is able
To save who in his name will deligently pray
And daily in His Promise will earnestly wait
So in the cab he firmly stay
And the man stopped, and violently say
"Don Buran Ubanka, ka fita mini a keke na che!"
It was a curse against His Father he made
And a command to go out of the cab he made
The young innocent man asked '"why?"
And suddenly a punch the man strongly gave
But so smart was the lad he spiringly defended
And then the fight begins
And no one around to split
And the fight was sore also with royal rumble,
And the man was beaten down and he thumbled.
But the lad became weak and had swollen fingers
And the man brought out a dagger,
To the innocent lad stabbed he hadder
But the lad's future is brighter,
And wisdom to abstain the stab was wider
Then here comes a helper from God our father.
From the wicked man The young lad siezed the dagger,
And the crafty mischievous man ran for his life hadder;
But the boy was speachless and wandering,
Deeply thinking and widely staring
For there's someone he loved and they haven't met
What if he had died how would she had felt?
RAIN HOW SWEET THE SOUND
Rain How sweet the sound!
Oh! How I love the rain
Because it sound like a refrain
Of a classical I've once attained;
The music of the rain on the roof
Which poured heavily without loop
Runned continuously to fill the pool
And then I remember a princess
Whose worth I know is priceless;
Chats a prince who lives in a distant land
Though they be far but surely distance can't
Asunder what's divine,
And from above it is refined;
When everyone hides under the roof,
The farmer likewise hide himself too;
And with a glee he thinks his thought,
And smile being happy he coughs;
And said "surely it is springtime
We have to cross the season's line".
Labourers are Happy too
For there's job a lot to do
Then the blacksmith get to work
With a smile and gaze of hope
With laughter to his workers
He said " Yorks its springtime already
There's work for everyone to do
The small hoe, the big hoe,
The axe, the sickle, the cutlass,
The matchette all we must forge".
Children are also happy too
For soon trees will yield their fruits
How sweet the sound of the rain
Like a pipe the piper always plays
It sounds purr purr purr
And the thunder parararadam
The grasses happily grew out with a smile
To thank the creator for His love divine;
After springtime, here comes hammatan,
Likewise summer, and so on;
And the world runs merrily round and round,
Oh then, then oh, oh then, then oh,
We thank God for the rain you send with love.
THE LAND WITHOUTH EASE
THE LAND WITHOUT EASE!
I know a land that is fully blessed
With all kind of minerals that the supreme has set,
For His people, that whosoever will, may come,
To the supreme and feel at home;
And that all who abide in him may dwell in love.
When many a man at last came,
To the supreme, the Lord His riches gave,
Not to one only, but to all,
His likeness, even to those who dont call
On His name for help, He gave to all He has created.
Impartial and bountiful is our ruler
For He is so benovoulent to all humans;
But alas! Many humans seems to be cunny and wicked
And willingly with a wicked heart turned many to be wretched
And pill the yam of this world with unequal machete.
The cunny ones forged unequal knives
And cut with greedy eyes like he who dives;
They are often extravagant, some dressed like knights;
Many of them have ample stores and push bellies blotted with excess
Don't get me wrong for arranging this company of Lexis,
For what I saw daily increases.
The gospel of mercy we must preach
For we all must one day appear before the judgement seat;
The gospel of showing mercy to the poor I must preach;
For everyone must do his golden deed,
By helping those who are in need.
WHERE IS THE OLD ME?
WHERE IS THE OLD ME?
By Yaksport Josiah
Where is the old me?
I know who I use to be
I want to go home
I'm tired of the world;
When I wandered away'
All happiness went away;
No more hanging in the middle-way
I'm tired !oh my God ! Of standing here!
I want the old me back
Where goodness is my only stand;
But, alas! I'm now tattered,
I'm so battered
And everything about me is scattered;
When I turned to the north i see sorrow,
And to the south there's sadness also,
I manage to make it to the west but there's trouble;
Had I not left East, I would have been crippled.
I was so foolish!
What even made me to leave?
And now my life has no ease
Because I don't have Jesus.
A CHILD'S HEART
A Child'sHeart
A Poem
By: Shalom Gowok & Yaksport Josiah
Children are born on earth naturally as saints
And from judgement and danger of hell all saved
And as they come to the world, non have they offend
Nor any innocent blood have they shed
Suffer not little children to come
To me, for there's is God's Kingdom
And he that will enter my rest,
Like a child must he place himself
Once meant human with a
Dove at heart called a child
He is a barn of cheerfulness
A spectrum of genuine openness
He takes a step at a time with happiness
To see him we must learn
from these children
They let go every hurt even
Without an apology
With firm faith on the king's
Word without analogy
They play their parts in their father's
Business without shame.
They are easy to forgive
And this God knew;
And told the disciples to be
Like children so that they will live;
For a child's mind is a river of peace
And love;
He is a fountain of faith in
Father's faithfulness
He let go cheaply with all,
Willingness
A servant, a friend that is
Priceless.
OH GARRI, MY GARRI
OH GARRI MY GARRI!
Oh garri, my garri how I love thee,
I always run to thee when I'm hungry
When I don't have enough money with me,
Thou smiled at me and filled my belly;
Thou chose every one to be thy friend,
Thou chose to stand with the needy till the end;
If there's anyone to be grateful to thee,
Then it should be folks that went to study;
Apeko my friend will live to tell the story
Yaksport Josiah will live to tell the story
Magaji my friend will live to tell the story
To our future kids who will love to hear the story
Let me sing, and dance, and live
Let me live, and sing, and dance
While I dance I'll also leap
For God and for Garri
Alone I'll sing, for these two had set me free
While in college from getting hungry;
Those that knew, will sing with me
Of wondrous things they have seen
Oh master garri! how sweet thou have been
To folks who have been in need;
To make Garri more sweeter for thee
Let me tell thee a secret thou never knew
Add little sugar for its not good for thee
Groundnut? Wonderful as if thou knew
Kuli kuli? Excellent that will make it like stew
Milk? Oh the old days you land me into reminiscence
I remember Papa Nkem in his little shop back in the college
The student's he helped, because he has the knowledge
That some fingers are tall while some are short
Some are big, while some are small
No matter how small thy money bring
Thou wilt get garri to suck and drink.
I hail thee Almighty Garri
The saviour of students
Though some found joy in taking thee to school,
They can proudly carry thee publicly in school;
While others met thee coincidentally in school
They never dream of taking thee in school
But when spaghetti, macaroni and noodles
Failed to help the folks, thou cometh to fit the mood
Thou will only be hated by unthankful people
Who never knew the value of food.
When others in the hostel their delicious meal cooked
I take my garrri with joy I employ
Let not what I don't have, my cheer,
My cheer of mind destroy.
I CAN'T MARRY A POETESS
I CAN'T MARRY A POET
I have a story, so sweet,
about myself, when I was a kid;
it's about a lady I got tempted with
She was called Annabel Lee
In face, feature, and limb,
she grew so identically with me;
For one of us was born a twin
you can see by fate's decree
I love her so much and that's true
She told me betimes she loves me too
Our story is written with ink so blue
And the cover is bonded with super glue
But oh, She is a poetess
And I can't marry a poetess
because I hate poets and poetess
and they are not my interest
All my life I wished to marry a painter
or Hunter's daughter
If I marry a painter,
she'll teach me painting;
If I marry Hunter's daughter,
he'll teach me hunting;
Back to business
I can't marry a poetess!
My mother is a poetess,
then how can I marry a poetess?
Mother gave me a choice
She said I must hearken to her voice
That I must marry this poetess
or she'll curs me to be worthless
Though I love Annabel Lee,
I rather Marry Anna Marie;
Because she loves painting,
and her father loves hunting;
I know poets and poetess
because my mother is a poetess
My master's wife is a poetess
My uncle's wife is a poetess
Poetess made me to suffer from ulcer
For I almost died of hunger
because my poetess mother
is so much in love with pen and papers
My master is the chef in his house
and that makes me laugh loud
she used to say"you're the sugar in my tea
Oh Romeo forever with you I'll be"
But can't cook for him to eat
I can't marry a poetess
let them say what they'll say
Annabel Lee will kill me with poems
instead of giving me a cake.
I'm now homeless
working on the street stranded
All my nights are sleepless
Because I can't marry a poetess
I can't marry a poetess
Though I love Annabel Lee
but I prefer Anna Marie
I throw this hopeless question to you
what will you do if you were me
to persuade mother to let you
marry Anna Marie?
DESERTED
DESERTED
You talk of wondrous things you see
I talk of painful things I feel
Its often said 'life is filled with ups and downs,
but mine is filled with downs;
I see parents caring for children,
I see children caring for parents;
Here I seat with nowhere to go,
I'm lonely without a home;
I'm a street boy
who begs for coin
But,
Where is my mother?
Who is my father?
Did I have a brother?
Or someone to call my sister?
Do I really have a family?
What is my sin?
Why am I like this?
If only I can feel,
at least what family is;
Oh God I know you are their up above,
Watching men living in love
But, what is my sin,
That made me to be deserted in the street?
God since I have no family,
Will you be my family?
LIKE A PREY
LIKE A PREY
Oh granny, why did you left
Your grand children with face
Fashioned with pathetic stare
To struggle alone till the end?
They are now like a prey-
Lost in the wildlife's den;
You were their hope,
Because you make them to glow;
Tell my grand children
I've went to meet my children
That's, their parents
Singing above with angels;
Here a little, there a little.
Orphans live day to day.
Some are young with bones so brittle,
Without family, yet happy and gay;
AN UNFORGETTABLE DAY IN THE NORTH
AN UNFORGETTABLE DAY IN THE NORTH.
The sky totally changed murky
Houses, and schools were set ablaze;
Everyone in the market was in a hurry
We saw our neighbour shot death;
With tears in our eyes,
We took his body away;
Tears where falling from the sky,
Our teacher too was shot down the lane;
Men were burned with fire like bush meat,
For our flesh they putrid;
We saw dogs and swine eat carcasses,
We cried both women, lads, and lasses;
We saw armies trooping,
Into the city with their war tanks;
And that made us to keep believing,
Although it wasn't a smooth shiny track;
Now the main road we cannot cross,
For our hunters were every where;
We cried for help but there was none,
All hope was lost like a lilly in the mere;
It is a day we will live to tell the story,
Of how we were hurt by people so Conny;
These happened somewhere in the north,
We will never forget the men we have lost.
SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTH
SOME WHERE IN THE NORTH
Here we stand with eyes wide opened,
Not knowing what next will happen;
Before we realized,
It took us by surprise;
July 2001 was the month
That made women to mourn;
For the men that fall that day,
Was many on that sunny day;
Babies cried on their mother's back,
Like a chicken in the butcher's hand;
The number of Casualties kept increasing,
And the music of guns wasn't thrilling;
Before that day, It was a chronic euphoria,
That happens somewhere in northern Nigeria.
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- Endless Affection: Souls United in Love
- Familial Bond: Unbreakable Threads of Love
- Sustaining Progress: Love's Guiding Light
- NURTURING LOVE THROUGH LIFE'S CHALLENGES
- LUCIFER'S FALL by Richie Kharis
- Growing Consciousness 🥀
- Forward is Forward 🐞
- Lust Sheep 🐑 | Lordship | How to find ur way back
- The Comfort Zone
- Push Through the Pain 😭
- Infinite Heart Song
- Eternal Embrace 🕯️
- Whispers of Yesterday
- Chronicles of Eternity ✴️
- AFTER THE SHOOTINGS
- Guard Against The Man
- A Young Poet by de bar
- Sadness
- WE MOVE
- UKRAINE AGAIN! 🙏
- FAIRY ROMANCE by Richie Kharis
- Harmony
- and so what!
- Lucifer
- Monday by de bar
- Running to meet Jesus (My Lover)
- Nightmare
- AESTHETIC OF NEW YEAR
- MY LIFE
- THE WAY I EMBARKED ON
- Heart Message
- Agony
- Schmooze Lifecycle
- Schmooze Lifecycle
- You Broke my Heart
- The Prey
- Lonely
- The Hypocrisy of Life and Death
- Nigeria's Flawed 2023 Polls
- JOHNNY WHITE by Richie Kharis
- THE REALITY OF SURVIVAL by Richie Kharis
- The First Kiss by de bar
- The Ant
- My Little Seed
- God, my Father
- MY UTMOST DESIRE
- The Pains of War
- Time Sojourner
- INVICTUS.
- OPEN LETTER
- JOY
- Veronica
- To Kill a Roach
- Whispers of the Wind
- Secrets
- Wall Paper
- Stillbirth
- Ẹẹ́rìndílógún: An ode to the 16th President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria
- Suffering and Smiling
- Lost Rhythms
- Celestial Symphony
- Eledumare, the Great Creator
- Broken
- Motherhood
- STRING BY STRING
- Walking through chaos
- Holding Unto Your Dreams
- Limerick
- Listen to the Quiteness
- Man And His Dream
- HOMEless
- Scars
- WHERE'S YOUR ORIGIN
- O DEAR LONELY PARK
- Nothing is Free
- STEP BY STEP
- Running to meet my Lover
- My Determination
- My Hero
- The Celebrated Murderer
- The Flames of War
- You are not me, I am not you
- HEY YOU!
- The Lands Of The Niger
- Meticulous Mind
- Meticulous Mind
- ALMOST HOMELESS - AN ADDENDUM
- Flaw
- War
- The Horse behind
- The Spec in the Eyes of those who see
- Funky Junk
- Nah Single I single
- MY BELOVED COUNTRY
- MY BELOVED COUNTRY
- THE WORLD WE LIVE IN
- Every Shade Of Blue
- The Texture Of Wood.
- Writers
- Beyond Eyes
- Lone
- Poetry
- Who is wrong?
- Backhand, Sixth Sense and This Dilemma
- When Will Morning Come?
- Reflection
- Ode to a Step Son
- Fear
- The fake smile
- CHESS ♟️
- TEMPTATION
- If I disappeared, would anyone care?
- Nigeria
- Death......oh death!
- ELECTION DAY
- In Justice
- Goodbye
- Magún (Thunderbolt)
- Welcome to Nigeria
- Jogodo
- A sight of scenic beauty
- A Black Sailor's Song
- What love can do
- Life : My journey
- The Preacher
- NEMBE
- Before the Reaper Come
- A Depressed soul
- Election Resolution
- UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS
- Naira Redesigned, Chaos to Nigerians
- LIFE EXPERIENCES
- DIRTY PEACOCK
- ASHES
- Sexual immorality
- BROKEN
- Consciousness
- New Day
- Money
- The Blank Book
- Bold step
- Let go
- Sonnet
- My never falling love!!
- Reflection
- My life is in the pen
- A love for all time
- You are the one!!
- Oh samira
- My country!!
- OT Guy
- Envy vs Jealousy
- Tell Yourself the Truth
- Take your lamp O' mother
- Ajókê
- Neither me nor you
- My Journey::;::::::Ara'a tun ra ri
- Every-where soundEvery-where
- No woman no cry!!
- My prayer
- Why do the bells of Christmas ring?
- Iféøluwa
- Share it
- My mother
- I did not die again
- I have tried my best
- Traditional love!!!
- Mr Jack
- Tears
- Dream to lagos
- Happy birthday
- TURUGUREM
- For Mount Osin
- Our Duty Not A Game
- Ode to Life and Love on the Highlands of Ekiti
- We are praying
- Truely I tell you this!!
- Happy birthday
- I met a new friend
- My lady
- A place A land
- Take me to where poet are!!
- Lie's
- Night
- Blind girl!!
- Walk to limelight!!
- Àbíku Omó
- Past!!
- I will dance with you
- Give thanks
- Why are you sad!!
- Treasure!!
- I love you so much!!
- I love you
- Nature
- He go soon see shege
- will you ever know me
- sad!!
- THEPEN OF A POET
- Death
- Back on my feet
- Chicken
- Buried alive
- Samantha
- Am a hustler
- If I could chose to come again
- Tell me if it was a crime
- Zaynab
- Pain
- Who will hold me tight
- Mother word's
- Traveler
- Day Dream
- Rich Dad
- My true love
- Letter to FIFA
- who or what should we love must
- Take your lamb O" mother
- My brother to war
- AWELEWA!
- Tomorrow is her birthday
- Am from here!
- Why did you choose me!!
- She is not my wife
- If I have a wings
- T challa is gone
- I shall tell you about ghetto
- She is my sister's
- Have seen Angel work on earth
- MY Greatest Regret in Life
- Letter to US Dollar
- Blessed
- We
- MAKER
- TOUGH TIME
- I Am Done
- An Orphan With Parents!!!
- Legendary Legends by debar
- Let Me Feel Among by de bar
- Love Only Can Heal Love by de bar
- Mr Royalty by de bar
- Pretence by de bar
- Reputation by de bar
- Talents by de bar
- That Country by debar
- That Emotional Eye by de bar
- The Shy Type by de bar
- The Struggles are being Neglected by de bar
- The unusual that has gradually become usual by de bar
- Them by de bar
- Tears Amidst Cheers
- The Author's Pen
- OWO MASSACRE
- Jungle justice
- Unrighteous Saints
- Jailer
- To Every True Nigerian
- Waiting on Love - Aduke
- The Freedom Gate
- My Conversation With A Famous Poet
- My First Drink
- THE GURU
- My Mother
- I DID IT MY WAY
- My Child
- My Lost Rib
- LAMARIN
- A Ride For My Dead
- We Are Born Free
- YOU SHALL SOON LEAVE US BUBU
- THE NIGHT SUN
- Drums and Crowd
- I don't think too much about love
- OLOKUN
- MY FRIENDS ON THE OTHER SIDE
- The Fulanis At Kubwa Train Station
- Letter To A Young Man
- Goddess Of Beauty
- My Faith Never Dye
- October one
- The life...the best.
- Backward Never I Dream
- THE GREATEST FATHER EVER by Richie Kharis
- Row row your boat
- My Cat Couldn't Catch a Rat
- GOLGOTHA
- An ode to death
- TOWN CRIER
- LOVE UNRETARDING
- In The Dark World
- ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis
- Quest for Yarinyan
- THE STORY BEHIND DIFFERENT RACES by Richie Kharis
- Edge of My Existence
- TEN LINES OF WITTINESS
- THE LONELY CROWD
- Damned Generation
- Love Making
- Women
- Romance
- A Greater Nigeria
- The Inquisitor
- What's Life?
- The Lane
- MY COUNTRY
- My Perfect Me Each Day
- Even When Greys Fall
- A She I Know
- WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY?
- Emergence
- AKUKO GAGARA
- COMING HOME
- Shining Stars
- TRAPPED
- PAINFUL SMILES
- Pains are Beautiful!
- NIGERIA WILL RISE AGAIN
- OJÚLÓPÉSÍ
- WHEN THE SHADOWS STARE
- FRUITS IN THE VOID
- MOTH
- MIRROR (A CONVERSATION BETWEEN ADEDOYIN AND OMOLARA
- THOUGHT PROCESS
- MAYBE I’M IMAGINING THINGS
- UNTITLED
- CREATURE
- 7:30 AM
- STAINED
- CONFLICTED SOUL
- September 9th
- MOTIVE
- BLAME
- PEBBLE
- BLAME
- BURNING
- SILENCE
- DEATH LURKS
- Umasonim ~ Followed by Goodness.
- The Extraordinary of the ordinary
- THERE WAS A COUNTRY
- CHANCE
- The Nigerian Politician
- Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep...To Làbàkè
- Give us this day our daily garri
- Political Promises(Believe)
- Differences
- The Lion Heart.
- The history of us
- Dying will to wield a change
- THE WISDOM YOU NEED
- Kpangeyi
- My Love
- MASSACRE INSIDE THE SANCTUARY
- NURSE
- Battle with impurity
- Waist Bead Lover
- Stranger-democracy
- A LOT IN MY TIME
- LET US SAVE NIGERIA
- MY GRAND FATHER
- IMAGINE THAT
- THE SONG OF LONELINESS
- THE NIGHT RAIN
- WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE
- YOUR HUSBANDS
- THE NIGHT RAIN
- THE FUTURE UNKNOWN
- OUR KING'S DAUGHTER
- WHEN YOU SEE OLUCHI
- COULD YOU BELIEVE?
- IT IS TIME
- BOREDOM
- THE TALE OF YARI AND THE SPIRITS (I)
- MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL (To Owo victims)
- OUR WORLD, OUR PAIN, OUR REMEDY
- Your vote counts
- FUNNY THING ABOUT LIFE
- The trials of jethro
- TOMORROW CAN ONLY WISH US WELL
- GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
- Opportunity
- I wish
- MY JOURNEY AS A CHILD
- Wole Soyinka
- My society
- Silence Becomes Violence
- THE CORE OF CORRUPTION _ Richie Kharis
- A Letter to my crush
- Leah Sharibu the unsung heroine
- Akunna the Osu goddess
- The Cry of a wounded Nigerian
- Weep not Nigeria
- Nigeria the sleeping giant
- Nigeria My Motherland
- Nigeria
- A GOOD LEADER
- CONSCIENCE_Richie Kharis
- THE PAST
- Làbáké
- It's over mate
- Friends
- UNTITLED.
- THE ART OF LIFE
- My Roof, My Rules
- Mirror mirror [lll]
- Mirror mirror [ll]
- WARS OF TOMORROW
- MIRROR MIRROR
- Education
- The Girl I Called My Boo
- Ephobia
- Prisoner of Depression.
- The pain of the world
- Broken reality
- Silence
- If silence could speak
- Silence
- Sunset at predawn
- Marriage drama and its many genres - a duet
- Fpg contest
- One Loop
- Agape Love
- LIKE PETROL, UNLIKE PETROL
- Our old men
- Lullaby to Princess
- Collaborate to Succeed
- Electioneering
- I can't
- BOY SCOUTS
- Sweet Repose II
- Sweet Repose I
- The State of A nation.
- EFFORTS ON REELS
- GIORGIO BABONI
- I Am The Victim Of Myself
- Sabeta
- MY MOTHER THE IYELOGBE OF EDO
- .
- Olaiva
- Sometime in April (My Fallen Heroes)
- Lamps of Education
- Upward Bound
- 100 percent about me
- Memories of Mama
- A Prayer
- My Valentine's Anthem
- Love Me when you can...
- Nigerian Politician
- Satan's Chronicle
- All I Have Left
- Barrenness to Adoration
- Sinful Imagination II
- LONG RIVER
- My Story of Southern Kaduna
- My Story of Northern Nigeria
- Afterlife in Anguished
- Marital Gift Snatched
- My Love Story
- Sacrilege
- Sinful Imagination
- MONEY
- The Fall of Man
- THE CLARION CALL I OBEY
- We are Journalists
- Not For You
- Deserted
- My Endocardium
- Deaths Harrasing Thoughts
- The idiosyncratic
- What If?
- I Am A Poet
- A crying child
- Anxious Outcast
- Kiss me goodnight
- To The Woman I Fell In Love With
- A Wish
- Fatherhood
- HARMATTAN
- Nothing last forever
- M.O.A.T - MY OGA AT THE TOP
- EVEN IN FREEDOM
- ON THE BANKS
- GOLDEN RUBBISH
- Black Girl
- OUR BROTHER HAS GONE MAD AGAIN (To those enduring the madness in town)
- My Country
- The lazy bird
- Where I want to live
- Silence
- I'm scared of you
- GRACE
- *****
- Thoughts of you
- World of words
- Another bed of lies
- Hidden Things
- THE YOUNG BOY @61
- A Regretful Mistake
- We Are The Snails
- NATION BUILDING
- ,
- STAKE
- Cam...
- I choose You
- I Hate To Tell You
- LETTER TO MY SPOUSE
- DREAMS
- BUT YOU SAID, YOU LOVE ME
- Where does True happiness lie?
- IN OUR LITTLE SMALL VILLAGE
- The hidden force
- It is called acting
- How to love a feminist
- Die empty
- Unconforming
- Imagine
- EL ELYON(THE UNFATHOMABLE MYSTERY)
- Tell Us
- Those
- Gradually
- Làbáké
- A WOMAN
- BIRD'S EYE VIEW
- NIGERIANS OF MY TIME
- Thanksgiving
- Paradox of existence
- CHASING THE WIND
- Life Tracks
- Mulatto's Scar
- Never' Never Land
- Longings
- HUMANS
- THE KISS OF THE DEVIL
- Rainy thoughts.
- Dear Mama
- FAREWELL MESSAGE OF JULY
- AN ENEMY WITHIN
- COLD HANDS
- Afresh
- Twist
- Trust
- My Black Skin
- BREVITY OF LIFE
- A Nation in doldrums.
- Limit Line
- NO PLACE LIKE HOME
- LiNES WRITTEN DURING MY JOURNEY HOMEWARD.
- THE JOURNEY
- THAT THING
- Disorder
- Dear Music
- NO GOING BACK
- With Me
- Uncharted
- Pass me not
- *Why God Chose Me?*
- *Meant to Be*
- *WHO ARE YOU* ?
- *Seek*
- *A MAN AFTER MY HEART*
- *The Power of Youth*
- Regrets, Insecurities and Fears II
- THE PROBLEM MAN
- Miss Fortune's Misfortune
- The Real Lunatics
- Undying
- DON'T STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
- MOTHERS EARTH
- THE BROKEN APPOINTMENT
- HALF A YELLOW SUN
- POETIC JUSTICE
- LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN LADY
- LET ME BE
- SMILE
- WHAT GOOD IS A DAY?
- BE SENSY NOT JUST SEXY!
- SUCCESS GOT NO AGE TAG
- CUT SOAP FOR ME
- Book Of Hope
- Blissful Eyes Of Clay in The Multitude.
- Mortal
- Adventure
- SAVE A SOUL
- THE CRY
- Modern Marriage.
- THE SONG OF NAMCHI
- HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
- Abused
- BlESSING
- The Ancient Dance
- BROKEN
- Drift
- GARMENT OF PRIDE
- UNCENSORED
- IN SEARCH OF BEAUTY
- THE TESTATOR
- CHALICE
- WORD
- The fresh beginning
- A LETTER TO A NIGERIAN FRIEND
- CHALICE
- UBUNTU
- HOUSE
- Prayer of a dying girl
- For what?
- THIS IS WAR,LOVE IS LOST
- LETTER TO MY HUSBAND
- I Know
- The Day I'll Be Breathless
- The Journey Through The Tunnel
- I Believe
- Nitty-gritty
- HOW LONG?
- WE DANCED THE CULTURAL DANCE
- HAPPY NEW MONTH
- LIVE NOT LIFE
- MY CHILDHOOD DAYS
- SEASON OF IRONY
- Black and Beautiful
- Money and Sapa
- Shades of Penury
- PROUDLY AFRICAN
- WHERE IS THE LAND I COME FROM
- ISN'T THIS ROSEMARY?
- "Robbery"
- No Man Is An Island
- DARKNESS
- Silence
- TRY AGAIN
- ODE TO A TROUBADOUR
- WARSHIP
- TENANTS OF THE HOUSE
- HERMIT
- Hilltop Rose
- Glitch
- WE LOVE SOCCER
- TALES OF A NATION
- My Personal Dairy
- *Bleeding Nation*
- Time
- Anticipated Coming
- The greatest gift (mother's day poem)
- Become The Man You Plan To Be
- Your Voice
- Where do we go wrong
- When I'm no More
- TALENT
- THE LIFE I WANT
- A day shall come
- Morning
- The view from Ugele hill
- More about love
- Reminisces on the eve of my departure
- PLUG
- To my wife if I leave
- I am not dirty
- Aloof from your "crazy"
- Brigandage
- Dying declarations
- A flag at bay
- Getting hurt
- Ode to my TUTOR
- My Muse
- Do Not Go Nigeria
- A trip to insanity
- The warrior i became.
- DEMIDEVIL Night 7th
- Caged
- Felicity
- When I Am No More
- One Time Lovers
- Gift me a lotus tree
- A Poor Boy's Love
- Why must love hurt so?
- THE CURSED CROSS
- The danger I love
- Dreamer's dream
- Anchor
- This and that
- Sapa
- SILENT
- /maɪ mjuːz/
- HER
- Only Human
- Easy
- FRENEMIES
- BELOVED STRANGERS
- BEFORE I DIE
- OUR PUNCTURED PRIDE
- Just Give Us Hope
- The calling
- What legacy shall I leave behind
- Unfinished
- This and that
- Beauty from ashes
- OGÚN
- I'll go and talk to the President
- Messiah's coming
- LOVE THE GREATEST EVANGELISM
- As He Is !
- SAY THE WORD
- The Mystery of God's Love (ADITU)
- Never change the way you are
- Family
- Knowing God's Will
- A Minute
- It's Really Up To You
- MEET UP
- SERENITY’S SOLO
- Stay With Me Nigeria
- Stereotypic Nepotistic Politricks
- KOLA
- Frenemies
- MYSTERY
- A Proud Heritage
- Happiness is a moment's job
- MY WHOLE LIFE
- Executhieves, Sinators and Authorithieves
- I AM HAPPY TO BE ME
- Lone Wolf
- I L Y
- Do-Re-Me-Fo-Sa-La-Ti-Do
- The Voice Of God
- Forbidden Love
- The Mystery of God's Love ADITU)
- the day walks into the sunset
- Cry....And Let Me See
- Alone
- I Am Me
- meet me where the traffic jams
- Can You Sing?
- and then i left the room
- Abnormal man
- Backup Plan
- My Heart Still Hurt
- Never Leave
- A Lost Smile
- THE END OF THE TIDE THAT CAME
- A New Leaf
- As A Country Soweth. . .
- Covid 19
- My lovely mother
- BERCEUSE
- "On a Good day"
- Udi and the Animals
- LISTEN YOU UNRULY SON OF THIS LAND.
- Quotable quotes
- Imu mechien
- DNA TEST (The African way) For Tunde Thomas
- The Crowned King
- Scared To Love
- Ballad from the grave
- Fortitude
- THE ROAD TO THE NORTH, LEADS HOME.
- Religion
- Bad Government
- Take Your Bread With Love
- The Sunset.
- Kankara
- One angle from the basket
- The Human Rose
- Regrets, Insecurities and Fears
- Watch Her
- In every shade - the book
- ITEKUN
- The Failed Creation
- New Axis From Excavation
- Uncaging
- The first journey
- Vain Learnings
- Irony of Life
- Take Your Bread With Love
- Prayer
- Teacher
- Risk
- Living Water
- IGBOBONELIMI
- Child Heart
- Myself
- Who are you?
- Only You
- When We Hurt Someone We Love
- Time
- Walking alone..but not
- Trapped
- Dust....an understanding
- LOOSE ME
- I Know Of a Place
- IDAHOMI
- THE MINER FOR THE GOLD
- The Warld
- Sometimes
- Falling star
- I’m Sorry My Friends
- Sowing Creed
- TRACK LEFT UNMARKED (A RUINED GENERATION)
- THE WANDERER
- REVOLUTION
- Failed Fellowship
- Our Darling Lover
- THE MERGE
- XMAS AT BOUNDARY
- WE CAUSE TALL TREES TO SPRANG
- A Beautiful Suicide
- Stupid era
- Drop of tears
- LOVE ON THE WEB
- EVENING SUN
- LOVE EN TOTAL
- Unhappy Me
- ODE TO MAMBILA PLATEAU
- GOD'S HAND
- Let Me
- Bukky-Go-Round
- Stay at Home
- I
- ODE TO ANAMBRA WAXBILL BIRD
- NOT AFRAID (for Lekki massacres)
- Dirty Glasses
- The Call Of Nigeria
- A NEW NIGERIA IS BORN
- October 20, 2020
- THE GOWN OF TROUBLE
- NO MORE SARS NO MORE SWAT NO MORE POLICE BRUTALITY
- Pastoral
- Curiosity
- Top of the Ladder
- ENDING SARS
- BEFORE THE HARD CLAPPING (For those that died of coronavirus)
- Night Night
- MIRAGE ( A sonnet )
- GIRLS HIGH IN DESIRES
- This Time
- Virus
- Independent
- Covid 19
- ELERGY TO JOHN PEPPER CLARK
- MY GIRL IS UPSTREET GIRL
- HEARTS BREAK SLOWLY
- CEASELESS FLOW
- LOVE ME LIKE A RIVER
- HAIL HER
- A TRUE STORY IN THE NORTH
- RAIN HOW SWEET THE SOUND
- THE LAND WITHOUTH EASE
- WHERE IS THE OLD ME?
- A CHILD'S HEART
- OH GARRI, MY GARRI
- I CAN'T MARRY A POETESS
- DESERTED
- LIKE A PREY
- AN UNFORGETTABLE DAY IN THE NORTH
- SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTH
- THE VOID
- REUBEN UGOCHUKWU
- OUR JOY RESTORED
- NIGHTMARE
- THAT SEASONED NIGERIA
- A Squirrel Hunter
- National Youth Service Corps
- FEAR
- GOING HOME
- HOW LONG
- THIS HOUSE IS BREAKING
- NOT BY CHANCE
- IFEOMA
- MARRIAGE OF THE SOUTH
- I DIED YESTERDAY
- SIP FROM THE SEA
- I'm Black
- TRACK LEFT UNMARKED (A RUINED GENERATION)
- It's Raining
- JUST FOR A WHILE
- YOU ARE AMAZING
- CATCH THE LOVE YOUNG
- STREETS OF KAULA
- HAPPINESS
- Wind
- BEAUTIFUL WITCH
- The Architect
- The Earth and the Starry Heavens
- Take me to the altar
- Message to Myself
- I'm that black child
- And we danced not again
- Our Plea
- Doma’s Call
- Pandora
- Sour Libido
- The Lad's Cries
- BLACK'S WITHOUT WHITE'S
- Take a shot now
- The State Of African Leaders
- Knowledge Sleeping in our Department
- Her Voice On The Phone
- ONCE UPON A BEAUTY
- Another great mind lost
- Buried me not with the great
- If I Die Tonight
- Nigeria 🇳🇬
- My Rose 🌹 Lover
- On Love
- Sons of the slave masters
- Great Men Of Valour
- Launched in the deep
- Freedom In View
- Old Mrs Idunnu
- The old us
- Letter To The HEART
- Bullies
- Captive
- SENTIMENTS (A HEART OF BOLD)
- RANDOM FORCE OF EMOTIONS (LOST SOUL)
- Write Me A Poem
- I Have Found You Here
- Her Request
- MY DYING MOTHER
- WAITING FOR THE RAIN
- You don't have to be me to be you
- Fleeting Anguish
- FAKE LOVER
- Morning Glory
- BRUISES
- The Hope of Someday
- The raining days
- SMILE NOW
- A LITTLE PLANT
- Life is like melody
- Who is behind whispering?
- Covid-19's delicacy
- A Life For A Life
- Mama Africa
- Eagle eyes
- I'll write about i
- My mother
- Life in medical school
- What is home?
- My ex
- Ponder
- Lessons from the coronavirus pandemic
- Fragrance
- ASTOUND VISITOR
- Rise Again
- ALKEBULAN
- MEMORIES OF ME
- COVID19
- RONA
- Unspoken words
- Mr president
- Fallen
- BEAUTY OF LOVE
- Your wish
- My first kiss
- Why should I hire you?
- Abiodun
- The Sonnet
- The Light Over Andoni
- Change
- Port Harcourt
- It Is Futile To Sneer At Alaké
- I Won't Forget You Even If You Limp
- Glory
- 1914
- To The End Of The World
- August Child
- A Million Charms
- Her Silence
- Excuses
- Grachi
- Keep Your Love Close And Your Sword Closer
- Dark
- Only The Brave
- All My Loving
- Heroine
- Paradise on Earth
- I Will Be Silent
- RAVISHING RABI
- AFRICA
- TRYING TIME
- 18 plus one...
- The world has gone to war
- Mirage
- APO TO AREA 1
- PANDEMIC
- VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN
- The Road
- Depression- A struggle
- Farewell in Harmattan
- The fear of tomorrow
- Stories Untold
- AWAITING HER CUM
- ...Here
- Bread for the wise
- Feel
- The Breeze
- Partial Exit
- Roses in a Vase
- Home
- DARKNESS
- There
- A LETTER TO MY LOVER FROM THE DARK
- THE REALITY OF MY SMILE
- MY WATERMELON
- Even When No One Does
- DEEPEST TOUCH
- THE JOURNEY
- JUSTICE
- ADDICTION
- Depression
- Virtue
- Drenched in esctacy
- The Coin
- IGARA CHICKEN
- OUR HUNCHBACK
- CORRUPTION
- The Stranger I Love
- The Man in my Youth
- My First Beautiful Beast
- Love, what have you done?
- IT IS A LOAN
- The Future
- POLYGAMY
- SAVE THE NATION
- Above the law.
- At our age (1st October)
- Because I Love
- PROSPERITY POWER
- MAINTAINING SUCCESS
- Belief
- m͠o͠t͠h͠e͠r͠s͠
- FAKE LOVE
- UNDER MY COVER
- LET'S UNITE DESPITE OUR DIFFERENCE
- Why you let me down?
- The Girl I'll Marry
- Lists of littlest things
- The Sound of Alert
- ....Serenade
- BIRD IN A CAGE
- HAND OF D
- DEATH
- My world
- STRIVING TO SUCCEED
- Moooooooo.........
- Your Best
- Nature's beat
- What if
- Anger trapped in a jar
- Recognition
- Blade of Secrets
- Akalamagbo
- DONATELLA
- Horrible Sight
- An End of You
- Limerick
- Hate Me Not
- SOLOMON GRUNDY
- Child Seize the Air
- Dignity
- Tragic Comedy
- Faceless
- The Renegade
- Which Way?
- Little world
- Renegade Of June 12
- Ogbanje
- Ode To A Beauty
- A Bicycle Learner
- Across The Niger
- Noises Of The River
- Things that I miss (Poem in four parts)
- Jagaban Borgu
- The Interment
- Lullaby
- The Bargain For Life
- The Locked Country
- LOVE U LIKE THIS
- Never AGAIN
- YOUTHiLITY
- Scars
- Distress
- A Funny Girl
- Ibara in the sun
- Poetry..
- The Black Woman
- Ogori
- Time
- Humble The Poet
- The Path
- Pleasant Sight
- The Wretched Of The Earth
- ROSARY
- REQUIEM MAY 29
- THRENODY
- WHAT IF I SAID I LOVE YOU
- REVENGE TIME
- Far beauty
- Letter To My Son
- A MAN SHOULD BE ALONE
- Drop The Picture, Pick the Nature
- Rain
- Eve of my daughter's wedding
- THE BOOK YOU GAVE ME
- DEAR
- Sonnet XXX: what am I
- Characters from the Grave
- Rainbow: An African Girl
- PRESS ON
- Nostalgia
- Silence
- AFRICA
- The Story In My Head (II)
- Remember Us This Way
- JUSTICE HAS BEEN BUTCHERED
- Why Should I?
- OSELUS (THE POLITICIANS)
- DILEMMA OF HOPE
- THE SOLDIERS HOPE
- THE PROCESSION
- THE MINISTER
- BLAME IT ON THE MONEY
- OUR SARS
- THEY SAY OUR SKIN IS DARK
- THE CONVERSATION
- UNLOCK MON CŒUR.
- DO YOU?
- I, Too
- Ours to Fare, not to Fear
- Imagine
- Butterfly
- RABBIT STEW
- *Fun era* *(Funeral)*
- An hole for you
- O Sambisa
- Never Far Away!
- Ire
- We've been waiting
- My Scars
- Song for things
- The Nigerian Sonnet
- Life & me
- ….. Not like this
- ...By myself
- UNIT TESTS
- Sa Ni Da Pa
- LONELINESS
- SORRY
- MONEY - SAHAJ SABHARWAL
- NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS
- Relaxation
- EDUCATION
- MOTHER
- RESPECT
- Independent
- Split Horizon
- Not for you...
- SLAVES
- HEALING OF THE SOUL
- The Female of our species
- Democracy in Nigeria
- Die to yourself
- To love the wrong
- Dear Madame
- Makanre!
- At the steps
- To all those who were weird in class
- Ode To Fledging Stars
- Gracious Words
- Bodies
- Girls
- A woman shouldn't stare
- He is Risen
- Tales by Moonlight
- Caribbean Mind
- Time
- A Rainy Night in a Nigerian City
- Struck Dumb
- BEYOUTIFUL
- Who Is Who Africa?
- My Love
- Throwback Thursday
- DARKNESS
- Bring Back Our Girls
- PATHS
- A sick Egret
- I'm All Yours
- I remember
- We Are Never Forgotten
- Happy Sabbath
- Say no to drugs
- Forever And Always
- In Memory of Mrs A. O. Oloniyo
- The Butterfly
- Sometimes You Are
- Have I Told You Yet
- purpose for living?
- THE WAILING PEN
- Since the blood!!!
- Come back!
- Dream right!!!!!
- Bird in Bush
- When life kick you in the mouth!!!
- The Princess
- Young Lady
- Mother Teresa's Anyway Poem
- The Valley of Vision
- I see a new Nigeria
- I Love My Mama
- Agidigbo
- Virus of the Mind
- VACATION
- All About Girls
- A Soldier's Daughter
- I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer
- From My Heart
- The Lonely Guy
- When the going is getting better