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Thanksgiving
Northeast!
I am greatful, i thank you for failing Them.
Northeast!
I am shocked, you? left me after taking them.
But why? why did you betrayed them?
But why? why did you go against your aim?
The Mutiny was to take us
Why are we still breathing ?
Their sinister is to write me a requiescat
All this, all that i still prevailed cuz.
Am too hard a shell for them to be cracking.
You needed a ride
those you are planning to send to the other side.
Am afraid you wouldn't use my car.
I have really known you for who you are this far.
Northeast ! i thank you for not taking me Sir.
And Sir! why do you leave me here for over 5years?
And Sir! you made my life so hard
I can now find comfort in my past fears.
I had a thousand bad times, so what's another
time to me?
You try to burn ny house, but it wasn't really a house to me.
Sir! Now i can take anything you give me.
By now i hope you must have known that it will
take a Little more to kill me
Even if one day you do Sir.
Thank you for the Grave,
I needed me a place to rest..
Sir! I want to tell you this.....
"You Are A Disgrace...........
I am greatful, i thank you for failing Them.
Northeast!
I am shocked, you? left me after taking them.
But why? why did you betrayed them?
But why? why did you go against your aim?
The Mutiny was to take us
Why are we still breathing ?
Their sinister is to write me a requiescat
All this, all that i still prevailed cuz.
Am too hard a shell for them to be cracking.
You needed a ride
those you are planning to send to the other side.
Am afraid you wouldn't use my car.
I have really known you for who you are this far.
Northeast ! i thank you for not taking me Sir.
And Sir! why do you leave me here for over 5years?
And Sir! you made my life so hard
I can now find comfort in my past fears.
I had a thousand bad times, so what's another
time to me?
You try to burn ny house, but it wasn't really a house to me.
Sir! Now i can take anything you give me.
By now i hope you must have known that it will
take a Little more to kill me
Even if one day you do Sir.
Thank you for the Grave,
I needed me a place to rest..
Sir! I want to tell you this.....
"You Are A Disgrace...........
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2384 Views
Paradox of existence
Where do we go from here?
Go or not to go, shoot or not to shoot
the next step i fear!
The Nigerian Humans, like a tree that
falls in an uninhabitable forest, it never heard.
Tis World, A single mistake term all past
glorious songs unheard.
Not by pot-bellied prebends whose noses
perceive only the smelly melodies of their own ramblings.
Not by monsters whose belch is a tirade
Hurling loud boastings after a conquest
of the communion table settings.
I have seen Men, Choose Violence
Time, After time And, in turn I have seen
Violence Choose them.
How many heroes you watched dead
in claims you love them?
Like a tree that falls, unheard and unsung,
Soldiers DIE there in burned hot Sun.
Nigerian human is an echo of silences
misperceived into oblivion by the absence of those
For whom it sings.
But Time flies, man rise, Words said, truth heard,
Less proofs. Husbands…. Less fathers
Wives….. Less mother’s. Students….. Less scholars
Caveats abound, violence compound
High tables reserved, no honor observed
And I, caught in a web of contrasts….
Conundrum’s my new name.
Gun in Hand, less Aims.
And there, just there!
I walk with head held not high in
resentment that turns into a deep
depression and SHAME!
Go or not to go, shoot or not to shoot
the next step i fear!
The Nigerian Humans, like a tree that
falls in an uninhabitable forest, it never heard.
Tis World, A single mistake term all past
glorious songs unheard.
Not by pot-bellied prebends whose noses
perceive only the smelly melodies of their own ramblings.
Not by monsters whose belch is a tirade
Hurling loud boastings after a conquest
of the communion table settings.
I have seen Men, Choose Violence
Time, After time And, in turn I have seen
Violence Choose them.
How many heroes you watched dead
in claims you love them?
Like a tree that falls, unheard and unsung,
Soldiers DIE there in burned hot Sun.
Nigerian human is an echo of silences
misperceived into oblivion by the absence of those
For whom it sings.
But Time flies, man rise, Words said, truth heard,
Less proofs. Husbands…. Less fathers
Wives….. Less mother’s. Students….. Less scholars
Caveats abound, violence compound
High tables reserved, no honor observed
And I, caught in a web of contrasts….
Conundrum’s my new name.
Gun in Hand, less Aims.
And there, just there!
I walk with head held not high in
resentment that turns into a deep
depression and SHAME!
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2219 Views
Covid 19
A time to suffer
A period of pain
Can be predicted under a second
A story written down on paper
Can never be told someday
As the days go by, lives are lost
A disease with no cure
But a code used as a weapon
As the clock begins to tick, the number of deaths begins to increase
Strong forces emerge
As we bow and face death as one holding our pain to our chest in pieces of vail.
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1864 Views
My lovely mother
A woman of great potential is hard to recognise,
An idealistic woman with no strings attached,
With great strength like no other man,
A damsel and strong woman with dignified ability,
A woman full of wisdom and integrity,
A woman who fought to and for without rest,
A woman with inspirational facts to be seen and heard about,
A woman of great sight, a wonderful woman to be called a mother at heart.
An idealistic woman with no strings attached,
With great strength like no other man,
A damsel and strong woman with dignified ability,
A woman full of wisdom and integrity,
A woman who fought to and for without rest,
A woman with inspirational facts to be seen and heard about,
A woman of great sight, a wonderful woman to be called a mother at heart.
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1747 Views
The Warld
Bullets and kayak boats same stealth.
Ammunition adorn green belts.
Compasses showing guidance to city squares.
A dummy grenade thrown like a baseball.
The swing of a turbo fan same as an airfol.
The nervous system an arrangement for aircraft boneyards.
The heart stops a mountain erupts.
The earth just a wasteland for cadavars.
The motherboard an image for soldier's warehouses.
Your alarm a ticking timebomb.
Cable wires turned to razor wires.
Funds shipped in vessels.
Vessels the same colors as the badges on seargents uniforms.
Military dog tags like the license plates on our boots.
The conflict all around us taking the shape of our physical domain and yet so unannounced.
Ammunition adorn green belts.
Compasses showing guidance to city squares.
A dummy grenade thrown like a baseball.
The swing of a turbo fan same as an airfol.
The nervous system an arrangement for aircraft boneyards.
The heart stops a mountain erupts.
The earth just a wasteland for cadavars.
The motherboard an image for soldier's warehouses.
Your alarm a ticking timebomb.
Cable wires turned to razor wires.
Funds shipped in vessels.
Vessels the same colors as the badges on seargents uniforms.
Military dog tags like the license plates on our boots.
The conflict all around us taking the shape of our physical domain and yet so unannounced.
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1635 Views
Sometimes
Sometimes cornered
Sometimes too close to edge
Sometimes too much
all various things
Sometimes too high
Other day down on the ground
Somehour smile
Other day bites
Love is a power
Sometimes may kill
GHOST 2015
Sometimes too close to edge
Sometimes too much
all various things
Sometimes too high
Other day down on the ground
Somehour smile
Other day bites
Love is a power
Sometimes may kill
GHOST 2015
0
1606 Views
Another great mind lost
Can't sleep, heart's heavy like it's dragging something,
can't think straight or for see what next to do
cos it's all in blur ..what's this?
I feel obliterated,no one cares
I'm all alone with my unclear thoughts
saddened by lack of the one thing
my heart crave for at the moment.....
Hmmmmmm the air filled with scent of disappointments,
the soul craves for help
but its getting non.
Gradually the body,mind,reasoning adapts
and syncs to the beat of defeat.......
Experience is important but cruel......
many lost their humanity to it only few survived the horrific wave
can't think straight or for see what next to do
cos it's all in blur ..what's this?
I feel obliterated,no one cares
I'm all alone with my unclear thoughts
saddened by lack of the one thing
my heart crave for at the moment.....
Hmmmmmm the air filled with scent of disappointments,
the soul craves for help
but its getting non.
Gradually the body,mind,reasoning adapts
and syncs to the beat of defeat.......
Experience is important but cruel......
many lost their humanity to it only few survived the horrific wave
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1556 Views
The old us
Losing control, my temper is boiling,
Reports of our failed work our country
Reflecting on our generations.
We look for whom to blame and point fingers to,
Maybe our colonial masters?,
Or our leaders who indeed fail mostly in their duties.
Extempting ourselves, we are blameless, so we think
Forgetting the fact that we all make up this country.
Oh where is our patriotic spirit?,
Where is our will to fight injustice, corruption and evil?
Where is our firm stand and belief for a better country?
Where is our covenant of which we swear daily,
Through the national anthem we sing joyful and once proudly?
Where is that dignity we once carried,
Not among ourselves only but world-wide?
Has all this good virtues be sold for gold and silver,
Have we silenced them ourselves with our own hands because of greed?
Alas I tell thee it shows like we have,
It shows that we have lost our vision,
Our 2020 vision to make this country one of the best in the world.
We lose our morals and values,
Our culture and traditions have all gone to waste.
We then teach that generation after us,
Beliefs, morals and values that are so decayed.
I sadly look up our foundation, and the building which rest upon it,
They are all in a sorry state.
My heart weeps for the future generations,
Our leaders are blind and the followers have also gradually become blind themselves.
I weep as I see the international news,
Our image and who we gave become world wide have been smeared with dung.
We borrow a lot of money from other countries,
We pile our debts for future generations.
We mortgage our future, leaving them as slaves and puppets to other countries.
This indeed concerns me and gives me sleepless night,
Gone are the days when men used to be men.
When men came back to tell their historical achievements,
When men where fit and fought tirelessly for justice,
When men trained their young men to become capable and better replacement in their stead,
When women gave their daughters a perfect home training,
Teaching them how to speak and act like a princess.
Gone are the days men boast about their barns filled with yams,
Keg filled with palm wine,
Lands filled with crops and food that he worked with his hands.
Those days when men took up the title of of ogbu agu,
Not for the sake of the name or the money they paid to get it, but strived with every drop of their sweat and earned it.
Gone are the days when women were indeed wealthy, nwaanyi bu aku as spoken in my dialect.
Gone are the days where men respected their wives and loved them,
And the wives honored their husbands.
Those days when women gather their husbands wealth and protect them,
To the extent they are mockingly called okpa aku erieri.
Those days when we cherished education,
When Nwa tisha or onye nkuzi had a lot of respect.
When men gathered in the village square together with the villagers to make decisions.
Not only on trivial matters,
But also in political matters.
When one child or children never belonged to one person,
Or the correction and direction were solely the parents' burden.
When a child's failure was the whole village shame,
And their success was the whole village pride.
What happened to old us?
Those times of old when children could run around under the moon at night with no fear of kidnapping
When our daughters could freely move about
with only breast and waist clothes,
When they were safe to go to the stream and have their bath, without the parents being bothered.
Oh oh how has the mighty fallen!!!,
We gradually sold what precious jewels we had,
We sold our conscience, righteousness and dignity.
Lost in corruption, ravaged with destruction, strife and violence,
We lost our honor and yet we don't feel an atom of guilt.
Work until us,woe,for we are blind and deaf,
Fallen as low as animals we have failed to control our desires.
Beastliness and crudeness have become our motto,
Like Sodom and Gomorrah we have become,
Daily blood flows like a river, people mourn and cry.
Yet we have become used to that cry,
Oh great and mighty people what have thee become?
People who are where never better than us
Now judge our case and mock us.
We create an environment for ourselves where we hate our origin,
We seek for green pasture elsewhere.
The go to distant land and plant our seeds,
For a moment we feel safe and our heads increase inside like a balloon filled with air.
Fleeing was the best idea, men now beat their chest and call themselves men,
With the number of times they travel abroad,
The number of wives and wealth they amass,
Number of hoes they slept with, number of men they murdered.
Life has seized to have a meaning to us,
Like alligators in the fouled water, we bite ourselves.
We create a future for our generations where they are no longer comfortable in their skin,
The green pasture where we run to, did we find peace?
Alas turn on the network news and see,
Daily we drop like chickens and no one Bates an eye or flinch a muscle.
We have become nothing but mockery,
We have become like Israel when Chukwu, God
Sent them into exile and allowed their enemies to plunder and use them.
For how long are we going to sleep?
For how long are we going to let our country be headless?
Now the promise of a better country have become a mirage,
And as it ages we deny.
The labour of our past heroes we indeed have made in vain,
The truth have become a lie in this country,
And the like since it has been constant have become the truth.
The minority we speak are eliminated,
We live our lives constantly like a chess game.
Gambled by our leaders and sold by ourselves,
We shoot ourselves on our feet.
Our daughters have become contentious and fretful,
Opening their legs to all have become another form of hustling.
As I drove down the road at night as I returned from work,
My heart bleed,as I saw countless potentials being wasted.
Our sons,oh our sons have lost the pride of being a man,
They now become cultists, kidnapping has become our daily bread.
They now become thugs and destroy their soul and conscience,
Internet fraudster has become attractive and fantastic,
Rape and drug use has become our young men medal of Honor.
Clubs and party houses have replaced the house of our Chi or Chukwu,God.
Fathers now abuse their girl child,
And mother's their sons.
We pervert the way we were created,
The way we were taught by our ancestors,
We have abandoned and fallen into an abyss.
Who will save us?,
We have fallen deep into darkness,
who will shine forth light upon us?
As I cry bitterly and lament, of our terrible we have become
I remember the story of Elijah.
Oh that story gave me strength,
When Elijah felt he was the only one who worshipped God,
We begged the lord to take his life just like how I was up until I remembered the story.
And it turned out that a massive number of men still followed Jehovah the God of Israel,
This story made me believe there are people like me somewhere,
People I have never met, people yearning for change.
Who persevere and keep teaching their children and generations the old commandments,
We teach them what our honor is and will always be.
We inscribe in their heart the meaning of our national anthem and pledge.
Oh i leaped for joy to this thought,
My heart felt at peace and the burden on my shoulder felt lifted.
Now I bowed my head and kept praying,
Not in agony now but in support and goodness.
For as long as we have people like that,
Though the change tarry or linger
We will definitely see light at the end of the tunnel.
Don't lose hope, don't give up,
Let us join our hands and build this country back to its former glory.
The light shineth and darkness comprehended it not,
Let us return this country, our country, to one we are going to be proud of.
Let's return the old us, the one that was and will not bend in the face of evil.
Let us the righteous men, the just and upright,
No matter how little we maybe,
Stamp out this evil guest who has caused us pain for ages past.
For indeed I tell you, listen with intent,
Do not wait for a saviour from above
For we are our saviors.
One great country,
Built upon peace and unity.
Reports of our failed work our country
Reflecting on our generations.
We look for whom to blame and point fingers to,
Maybe our colonial masters?,
Or our leaders who indeed fail mostly in their duties.
Extempting ourselves, we are blameless, so we think
Forgetting the fact that we all make up this country.
Oh where is our patriotic spirit?,
Where is our will to fight injustice, corruption and evil?
Where is our firm stand and belief for a better country?
Where is our covenant of which we swear daily,
Through the national anthem we sing joyful and once proudly?
Where is that dignity we once carried,
Not among ourselves only but world-wide?
Has all this good virtues be sold for gold and silver,
Have we silenced them ourselves with our own hands because of greed?
Alas I tell thee it shows like we have,
It shows that we have lost our vision,
Our 2020 vision to make this country one of the best in the world.
We lose our morals and values,
Our culture and traditions have all gone to waste.
We then teach that generation after us,
Beliefs, morals and values that are so decayed.
I sadly look up our foundation, and the building which rest upon it,
They are all in a sorry state.
My heart weeps for the future generations,
Our leaders are blind and the followers have also gradually become blind themselves.
I weep as I see the international news,
Our image and who we gave become world wide have been smeared with dung.
We borrow a lot of money from other countries,
We pile our debts for future generations.
We mortgage our future, leaving them as slaves and puppets to other countries.
This indeed concerns me and gives me sleepless night,
Gone are the days when men used to be men.
When men came back to tell their historical achievements,
When men where fit and fought tirelessly for justice,
When men trained their young men to become capable and better replacement in their stead,
When women gave their daughters a perfect home training,
Teaching them how to speak and act like a princess.
Gone are the days men boast about their barns filled with yams,
Keg filled with palm wine,
Lands filled with crops and food that he worked with his hands.
Those days when men took up the title of of ogbu agu,
Not for the sake of the name or the money they paid to get it, but strived with every drop of their sweat and earned it.
Gone are the days when women were indeed wealthy, nwaanyi bu aku as spoken in my dialect.
Gone are the days where men respected their wives and loved them,
And the wives honored their husbands.
Those days when women gather their husbands wealth and protect them,
To the extent they are mockingly called okpa aku erieri.
Those days when we cherished education,
When Nwa tisha or onye nkuzi had a lot of respect.
When men gathered in the village square together with the villagers to make decisions.
Not only on trivial matters,
But also in political matters.
When one child or children never belonged to one person,
Or the correction and direction were solely the parents' burden.
When a child's failure was the whole village shame,
And their success was the whole village pride.
What happened to old us?
Those times of old when children could run around under the moon at night with no fear of kidnapping
When our daughters could freely move about
with only breast and waist clothes,
When they were safe to go to the stream and have their bath, without the parents being bothered.
Oh oh how has the mighty fallen!!!,
We gradually sold what precious jewels we had,
We sold our conscience, righteousness and dignity.
Lost in corruption, ravaged with destruction, strife and violence,
We lost our honor and yet we don't feel an atom of guilt.
Work until us,woe,for we are blind and deaf,
Fallen as low as animals we have failed to control our desires.
Beastliness and crudeness have become our motto,
Like Sodom and Gomorrah we have become,
Daily blood flows like a river, people mourn and cry.
Yet we have become used to that cry,
Oh great and mighty people what have thee become?
People who are where never better than us
Now judge our case and mock us.
We create an environment for ourselves where we hate our origin,
We seek for green pasture elsewhere.
The go to distant land and plant our seeds,
For a moment we feel safe and our heads increase inside like a balloon filled with air.
Fleeing was the best idea, men now beat their chest and call themselves men,
With the number of times they travel abroad,
The number of wives and wealth they amass,
Number of hoes they slept with, number of men they murdered.
Life has seized to have a meaning to us,
Like alligators in the fouled water, we bite ourselves.
We create a future for our generations where they are no longer comfortable in their skin,
The green pasture where we run to, did we find peace?
Alas turn on the network news and see,
Daily we drop like chickens and no one Bates an eye or flinch a muscle.
We have become nothing but mockery,
We have become like Israel when Chukwu, God
Sent them into exile and allowed their enemies to plunder and use them.
For how long are we going to sleep?
For how long are we going to let our country be headless?
Now the promise of a better country have become a mirage,
And as it ages we deny.
The labour of our past heroes we indeed have made in vain,
The truth have become a lie in this country,
And the like since it has been constant have become the truth.
The minority we speak are eliminated,
We live our lives constantly like a chess game.
Gambled by our leaders and sold by ourselves,
We shoot ourselves on our feet.
Our daughters have become contentious and fretful,
Opening their legs to all have become another form of hustling.
As I drove down the road at night as I returned from work,
My heart bleed,as I saw countless potentials being wasted.
Our sons,oh our sons have lost the pride of being a man,
They now become cultists, kidnapping has become our daily bread.
They now become thugs and destroy their soul and conscience,
Internet fraudster has become attractive and fantastic,
Rape and drug use has become our young men medal of Honor.
Clubs and party houses have replaced the house of our Chi or Chukwu,God.
Fathers now abuse their girl child,
And mother's their sons.
We pervert the way we were created,
The way we were taught by our ancestors,
We have abandoned and fallen into an abyss.
Who will save us?,
We have fallen deep into darkness,
who will shine forth light upon us?
As I cry bitterly and lament, of our terrible we have become
I remember the story of Elijah.
Oh that story gave me strength,
When Elijah felt he was the only one who worshipped God,
We begged the lord to take his life just like how I was up until I remembered the story.
And it turned out that a massive number of men still followed Jehovah the God of Israel,
This story made me believe there are people like me somewhere,
People I have never met, people yearning for change.
Who persevere and keep teaching their children and generations the old commandments,
We teach them what our honor is and will always be.
We inscribe in their heart the meaning of our national anthem and pledge.
Oh i leaped for joy to this thought,
My heart felt at peace and the burden on my shoulder felt lifted.
Now I bowed my head and kept praying,
Not in agony now but in support and goodness.
For as long as we have people like that,
Though the change tarry or linger
We will definitely see light at the end of the tunnel.
Don't lose hope, don't give up,
Let us join our hands and build this country back to its former glory.
The light shineth and darkness comprehended it not,
Let us return this country, our country, to one we are going to be proud of.
Let's return the old us, the one that was and will not bend in the face of evil.
Let us the righteous men, the just and upright,
No matter how little we maybe,
Stamp out this evil guest who has caused us pain for ages past.
For indeed I tell you, listen with intent,
Do not wait for a saviour from above
For we are our saviors.
One great country,
Built upon peace and unity.
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2072 Views
Depression- A struggle
Storm clouds, rainy skies
The dawn of a new day.
Heavy heart, weary sigh
The struggle continues again.
I try to get out bed,
but the ropes of despondency
are holding me down,
crushing, tugging, pulling,
in a bid to drown me in the waves of
melancholy.
I cry out,
I scream and shout,
But my voice is nothing but a silent echo.
Then suddenly a wave of strength,
washes over me,
empowering me,
so I prevail over the darkness once more.
As the sun rises at dawn,
Its a brand new day,
The cycle begins again.
The dawn of a new day.
Heavy heart, weary sigh
The struggle continues again.
I try to get out bed,
but the ropes of despondency
are holding me down,
crushing, tugging, pulling,
in a bid to drown me in the waves of
melancholy.
I cry out,
I scream and shout,
But my voice is nothing but a silent echo.
Then suddenly a wave of strength,
washes over me,
empowering me,
so I prevail over the darkness once more.
As the sun rises at dawn,
Its a brand new day,
The cycle begins again.
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1921 Views
Stories Untold
Behind bars, behind walls, behind closed doors;
Secrets shared in tunnels and in the dark of the night.
The morning crow calls but doesn't reveal the tears nor the burden of the night.
If the grave should turn over all the secrets buried within, the peace at death will be defeated.
Secrets shared in tunnels and in the dark of the night.
The morning crow calls but doesn't reveal the tears nor the burden of the night.
If the grave should turn over all the secrets buried within, the peace at death will be defeated.
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1698 Views
Because I Love
You err,
but I wait for your growth
You gave me not,
but I choose to give
You hurt me bad,
but I want to forgive
You curse me,
but I pray for you
You hate my own,
but I'm kind to yours
You did it again,
but I refuse to count
They speak against you,
but I cover up for you;
and when they ask why,
I tell them, "It's Love"
but I wait for your growth
You gave me not,
but I choose to give
You hurt me bad,
but I want to forgive
You curse me,
but I pray for you
You hate my own,
but I'm kind to yours
You did it again,
but I refuse to count
They speak against you,
but I cover up for you;
and when they ask why,
I tell them, "It's Love"
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1863 Views
PROSPERITY POWER
A life of wealth
is a life of strength
When you've got the money,
life tastes like honey
With pocket full of cash,
it's hard to be thrashed
In a pool of fund,
existence becomes fun
For a man with no cards,
level one becomes hard
but for one who is stashed,
level hard becomes one
You just get some leaven,
and life feels like heaven
is a life of strength
When you've got the money,
life tastes like honey
With pocket full of cash,
it's hard to be thrashed
In a pool of fund,
existence becomes fun
For a man with no cards,
level one becomes hard
but for one who is stashed,
level hard becomes one
You just get some leaven,
and life feels like heaven
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1874 Views
MAINTAINING SUCCESS
To go high is one thing,
to stay high is another.
A plane in auto might fly,
but with no pilot, t'will crash.
Our moves must be always
checked,
else, we end up in life game,
checkmated!
Discipline is a mark
of high flyers,
without which you end up
as a night crawler.
Excesses and extremes, we
must avoid,
if we'ld run the race and get
the award.
"How does this benefit us?",
we must ask,
considering every step, before
we act.
" All things are expedient,
Yes!;
but not all things are gainful",
he said.
Self control - the ability
is called.
Temperance, Moderation;
the call.
to stay high is another.
A plane in auto might fly,
but with no pilot, t'will crash.
Our moves must be always
checked,
else, we end up in life game,
checkmated!
Discipline is a mark
of high flyers,
without which you end up
as a night crawler.
Excesses and extremes, we
must avoid,
if we'ld run the race and get
the award.
"How does this benefit us?",
we must ask,
considering every step, before
we act.
" All things are expedient,
Yes!;
but not all things are gainful",
he said.
Self control - the ability
is called.
Temperance, Moderation;
the call.
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1677 Views
m͠o͠t͠h͠e͠r͠s͠
🇲 🇴 🇹 🇭 🇪 🇷 🇸
Mothers are super star
Brought to the world by suffering the various hurts
Feed by living hunger.
Mothers are beautician.
Make beauty by livinig squalid
Create happiness by hiding own sadness.
Mothers are real heroine
Make strong by teaching again and again
Feed meet by sucking the bone.
Mothers are life companion
Never leave alone by taking care
Everytime smile by hiding soreness.
Mothers are aureole
Never allow to come darkness.
Everytime illuminate without thinking for refuel.
M҉U҉H҉A҉M҉M҉A҉D҉ Z҉U҉B҉A҉I҉R҉
m.zubair.bsc@gmail.com
Mothers are super star
Brought to the world by suffering the various hurts
Feed by living hunger.
Mothers are beautician.
Make beauty by livinig squalid
Create happiness by hiding own sadness.
Mothers are real heroine
Make strong by teaching again and again
Feed meet by sucking the bone.
Mothers are life companion
Never leave alone by taking care
Everytime smile by hiding soreness.
Mothers are aureole
Never allow to come darkness.
Everytime illuminate without thinking for refuel.
M҉U҉H҉A҉M҉M҉A҉D҉ Z҉U҉B҉A҉I҉R҉
m.zubair.bsc@gmail.com
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Blade of Secrets
Her mind was a map
A map that lead to secrects untold
Her mind was a guide who couldn't see quite clear
Guided her in the wrong direction one too many times
She picked up the blade
So thin like paper and crisp like a sword
She looked at the blade like a box sealed shut
Wondering what was hidden inside,
she tried to open that box against her skin but the only thing that crumbled were the seams of her flesh
Turns out the blade wasn't a box but a key opening treasures that were better left unseen
She found the secrects that the blade held
Unfortunately her drunk mind lead her to one last decision that will turn that blade into much more than a key and guide her to treasures far away from reality
A map that lead to secrects untold
Her mind was a guide who couldn't see quite clear
Guided her in the wrong direction one too many times
She picked up the blade
So thin like paper and crisp like a sword
She looked at the blade like a box sealed shut
Wondering what was hidden inside,
she tried to open that box against her skin but the only thing that crumbled were the seams of her flesh
Turns out the blade wasn't a box but a key opening treasures that were better left unseen
She found the secrects that the blade held
Unfortunately her drunk mind lead her to one last decision that will turn that blade into much more than a key and guide her to treasures far away from reality
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Rain
So beautiful is the rain
For that little boy
Who watches it filled with joy
For that lady without makeup
With the scorching heat she was fed up
And lastly for that sad guy
Who was desperate to cry
Outside he goes with a black raincoat that he usually wears
Walking in the rain knowing that water will hide his tears.
For that little boy
Who watches it filled with joy
For that lady without makeup
With the scorching heat she was fed up
And lastly for that sad guy
Who was desperate to cry
Outside he goes with a black raincoat that he usually wears
Walking in the rain knowing that water will hide his tears.
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JUSTICE HAS BEEN BUTCHERED
It was cold
Chilled and freezing
The cold grip infested all over
The frosted wind blew
From east to west,North and South
The test of heat was vanquished
It was dark
The highest degree of unillumination
Light rays lost its alleys
The fluorescents lost essence
Darkness invaded languorously
The ecstasy of sight subdued,
By it's emissaries
She was cold
Lying on the floor
Swimming in the pool of Her blood
As It trickled from the upper limbs
Down the bosom
through to the lower limbs
The eyes frosted with mist
She was dark
Thoughts lost purpose
Her heart languished
in the spheres of Limbo
Swirling in deep quagmires
And darkness caressed the soul
She's six feet down
Striped, ripped and killed
Once the lovebird of many
Once the sweet song on lips of them
The cherry on their swift tongues
The fragrance that diffused in their nostrils
The beautiful rose to gaze on
Alas she's been harassed
Assassinated and murdered
Justice in my nation has been butchered!
Chilled and freezing
The cold grip infested all over
The frosted wind blew
From east to west,North and South
The test of heat was vanquished
It was dark
The highest degree of unillumination
Light rays lost its alleys
The fluorescents lost essence
Darkness invaded languorously
The ecstasy of sight subdued,
By it's emissaries
She was cold
Lying on the floor
Swimming in the pool of Her blood
As It trickled from the upper limbs
Down the bosom
through to the lower limbs
The eyes frosted with mist
She was dark
Thoughts lost purpose
Her heart languished
in the spheres of Limbo
Swirling in deep quagmires
And darkness caressed the soul
She's six feet down
Striped, ripped and killed
Once the lovebird of many
Once the sweet song on lips of them
The cherry on their swift tongues
The fragrance that diffused in their nostrils
The beautiful rose to gaze on
Alas she's been harassed
Assassinated and murdered
Justice in my nation has been butchered!
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UNLOCK MON CŒUR.
The way light shine through your window
Is always brighter to me
The shadow it casts on your door step
Is more inviting
U've awoken my world
U've made me dream dreams
U've freed my soul
U've given me a goal
U can't control things that scares you except
U stop being scared
I've said am sorry a million X for turning your heart to stone
But my words are like a spoon of oil thrown in the sea
My lot of smiles have made me me
You think am jesting
Not knowing you've lock the part of love in me
Till you unlock mon cœur
I think is better to smile with a locked heart
Than to love with a bleeding heart.
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The Nigerian Sonnet
One whom the Savannah spoke of in glory
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Reduced to a tall tale of a story
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Weeping at the travesty
Descendants have wrought of brave staves
Nationalists bled from with honesty
I try to view the bleeding horizon
I am blocked by the trail of the dead
Untold stories Of native daughters and sons
The forgotten glory of a country once said...
In our desire for change
We have been short changed.
The once revered nation
Reduced to a tall tale of a story
Far flung from he who denied colonialism eternal rest with gumption
Writhing in martyr yarned graves
Weeping at the travesty
Descendants have wrought of brave staves
Nationalists bled from with honesty
I try to view the bleeding horizon
I am blocked by the trail of the dead
Untold stories Of native daughters and sons
The forgotten glory of a country once said...
In our desire for change
We have been short changed.
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I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer
My body is not my enemy. My body is my loving friend, my gentle guide.
My life story is not history. My life story is legendary.
I am not powerless. I am powerful beyond measure.
I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.
I am not scattered. I am aligned.
I am not being destroyed. I am building my sacred stature.
I am not trapped or caged. I am as free as a feathery fledgling.
My body is not a muddy puddle of despair. My body is a hallowed temple of spirit.
I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
I am not a passive puppet. I am an active advocate and enthusiastic participant.
I am not tired and bested. I am tied and invested.
I am not without a voice or meaning or purpose. I am an angelic messenger.
I am not discarded. I am needed.
My life story is not history. My life story is legendary.
I am not powerless. I am powerful beyond measure.
I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.
I am not scattered. I am aligned.
I am not being destroyed. I am building my sacred stature.
I am not trapped or caged. I am as free as a feathery fledgling.
My body is not a muddy puddle of despair. My body is a hallowed temple of spirit.
I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
I am not a passive puppet. I am an active advocate and enthusiastic participant.
I am not tired and bested. I am tied and invested.
I am not without a voice or meaning or purpose. I am an angelic messenger.
I am not discarded. I am needed.
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From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky
one shines brighter I can't deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
within your arms I have nothing to fear
You always know just what to say
just talking to you makes my day
I love you honey with all of my heart
together forever and never to part.
one shines brighter I can't deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
within your arms I have nothing to fear
You always know just what to say
just talking to you makes my day
I love you honey with all of my heart
together forever and never to part.
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- 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