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Wednesday 25 August 2021


I am greatful, i thank you for failing Them.
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...........


Naija Poetry
Wednesday 25 August 2021

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!


Naija Poetry
Sunday 17 January 2021

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. 


Naija Poetry
Sunday 17 January 2021

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.


Naija Poetry
Friday 13 November 2020

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.


Naija Poetry
Friday 13 November 2020


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


Naija Poetry
Tuesday 14 July 2020

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


Naija Poetry
Friday 3 July 2020

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.


Naija Poetry
Friday 14 February 2020

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

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.


Naija Poetry
Monday 20 January 2020

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.


Naija Poetry
Friday 30 August 2019

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"


Naija Poetry
Friday 30 August 2019


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


Naija Poetry
Friday 30 August 2019


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
else, we end up in life game,

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,
but not all things are gainful",
he said.

Self control - the ability
is called.
Temperance, Moderation;
the call.


Naija Poetry
Friday 23 August 2019


🇲 🇴 🇹 🇭 🇪 🇷 🇸

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


Naija Poetry
Sunday 16 June 2019

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


Naija Poetry
Tuesday 5 February 2019


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.


Naija Poetry
Friday 16 November 2018


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!


Naija Poetry
Saturday 3 November 2018


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.


Naija Poetry
Saturday 21 July 2018

The Nigerian Sonnet

One whom the Savannah spoke of in glory
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.


Naija Poetry
Saturday 15 August 2015

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.


Naija Poetry
Saturday 15 August 2015

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.


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