THE SOCIETY

You had victory in my hands

But you decided to kill our chance

Instead of picking pearls and jewels

...stones and rusty metals



I was made to reduce your scorch

To milk down pity for your hardened mind

To relieve you of your created pains

Its inward for you think who cares?



  We know the pain that makes you think

It seems to you that nobody knows

But you forget you are an empty page in our streets

We write your daily tabloid while you roam carelessly about



We were made to soothe your fears

The world is bright...you see it dark with years

Your pains could be made light

If only you can see that we are the kings knight

ACHEBE...THERE WAS....

The blues that dot the thunder cape

Fell a sky a Sunday to remember

Young kids dismembered

Or generation...a member



On the blues of history

Lies a bitter dark story

And a dire gory

Anaesthetized by bland allegory



Save me a people told the world

And all the works of Andy Wohl

Denied emotions with a brick wall

And watch genocide in a primordial concave world



A land thumped by the marauding aplomb

Flawed a landscape of a civil worm

That cradled our lumps

And made us a people of closed form

DRUG ABUSER

If the owner of these drugs are 'abusers'

This drug is nothing but pizza

That is the thought of an abuser

Who doesn't know that the owners are tricksters



If you are a user and a gangster

You say when you use, you reach the stars

When will you ever retire?

Is it when your lungs are coated with coal tar?



For you to be a user, you must remain a fraudster

Such habits are never for paupers

Except for politicians and superstars

Who have ill gotten wealth in a size of jasper



These drugs will always have their abusers

Who know nothing about their dangers

Until when their life is dangling on a balancer

That is when they understand this ranger

WE ARE AFRICA

Our spittle is the same
The gongs and masquerades
''Our''pain!
Eccentric intellects...who are never afraid

Forget the language
Language barrier 'our' deepest luggage
Segregation demeans intelligent madness
Drops of tears from the 'dark' blames the bondage

Unity is a force and never strength
Our market, love is our identity
Lions are no lesser than panther nor leopard
Forget the language...We are the same

Forget the religion in those deep region
This same spittle runs the legion
White carved! Dark and brittle
Sharp and never little! Beware!

ADIEU ADIEU PEACEFUL ONE!

Still he laid
Encomiums are said
Some say it's too late
Others he shouldn't even be laid

Brackened years ''they'' were never seen
Nor their tear ever spill
Their voices was never raised
Neither his welfare blessed!

Strange are now ''their''tears
Habits that are rare
Still he lay with a smile and a state
The darkened room damn the stair

In silence, he mocked their actions
Now not then...Their inactions
If they change their reactions
He lays still
And Watched the mourners smile
Their pretense seem normal
While the sane see it being senile
He lay in peace, in a silence that is vile


Shadows twirl with the mud
The drinks shakes our soul
We stay troubled!
And he lay there peaceful!
Away from the chaos above

I KEEPINGWATCHING...

I watch in silent terror
As the world shift in error
The past is no more a manor
All the past is a harbour

Fathers are romancing our daughters
Culture is now a taboo to 'our' mothers
Taboo is trending fashion
Terror is a sneering giant!

Taboo is trending thoughts
People don't value stranger's again
Marriage is lesser than dating
Friendship is fetish

Hate devalues love
Pearls and diamonds of character
Is less rewarding than lies and banter
Wickedness is pride

Rape is weather forecast
The past is a taboo
Poor people are treated like baboons
Chased across lagoons

Relationships are for benefit
Liars are rewarded
Robbers are no longer degraded
Truth is punished

Friendship is full of suspicion
Good deeds are judge for selfish reasons
Like children courting anarchy
And smiling innocently to their tragedies

I feel the agonies of the past
The snowball of revolution
The past doesn't change
It is written in bricks

ABOKI

Aboki! Aboki!! Zo mana!
The children in the street called
Cows wagged their tails to the mallam
Their children beg for a supervisor madam

Our children pelt the devastating cows
That digged the farms
And the cows ran into a van
The mallam demanded their tiny hands

Or a greater harm
One dead cow is better than our clan?
And we pondered the harm on our land
His most priced assets is our hands

Aboki!! !!?
What is a dead cow to a human life?
Next time they scream Aboki Zo mana!
I must make them visit their grand mother!

ARE YOU A WEAKLING?

Every human is born a warrior, a strategist, an eccentric madman in disguise, in this world there are no weaklings just a misappropriation of energy and the inability to use such energies whether for good or evil, every human day and night fight their personal battles and they sum how win sum and lose others, but I ask what makes weaklings to fight and win? Is it energy or morale? Is morale anything without energy? Every human fights in the measure of their technicalities whether physical or intellectual! 
Every human is fashioned to defend their territories against predators and anxious adversaries, if they know what energy to exert wins and I ask who has been sitting as an epitome as a weakling? Stand up and do justice to your undermining adversaries who sit on your ignorance! Stand as the way you have been built don’t waiver! 
Don’t doubt…trust me there’s a range of war song inside of you…just fight to survive if you must live! Every human is born a warrior, a strategist, an eccentric madman in disguise, in this world there are no weaklings just a misappropriation of energy and the inability to use such energies whether for good or evil, every human day and night fight their personal battles and they sum how win sum and lose others, but I ask what makes weaklings to fight and win? Is it energy or morale? Is morale anything without energy? 
Every human fights in the measure of their technicalities whether physical or intellectual! Every human is fashioned to defend their territories against predators and anxious adversaries, if they know what energy to exert wins and I ask who has been sitting as an epitome as a weakling? Stand up and do justice to your undermining adversaries who sit on your ignorance! Stand as the way you have been built don’t waiver! Don’t doubt…trust me there’s a range of war song inside of you…just fight to survive if you must live!

JILTED LOVE

I have never been a child cuddled by love, neither did I understood the warmness of comfort or a privilege of been pampered and pleased and damaged with excessive compassion, I have believed so much on love but never for once have I been heard or cuddled with the warmness of this arms, I have raised my pitch on love and I have never been patted on the back with assurance that I’ve been heard by love or that things will get better while am here appealing to be heard, neither has a word of encouragement o’er the building with assurances that I would be visited once by the angels that trade on love! 
This constant pain seems to give me thoughts that could erased this pain, we are from different worlds and if ever you come across love, tell her that I have been treated unfairly, and I wish this treatments could be reviewed. where what I treasure can’t be my desire, tell her that this mockery is overbearing and its tearing me into a billion pieces. 
Maybe I’ve lost touch to what is reality, and unbelief and impatience are calling as a tempest making me afraid of what issues love is debating on my desires, or I don’t believe in what should be after all this years of waiting to be heard…like selling your misery where there are no buyers!, but in case you know love, tell her that I have held so many broken promises, I have hung on a thousand dreams unfulfilled missions and perchance somebody passes my tombstone let nobody gloat that they have never been jilted by love or its messengers…. that the pains created is never like a living reality, tell love that I have an abyss of a void that can’t be filled and if she can fill it then the streets would never be flooded with empty dreams.

MISSING YOU EVERY DAY

I miss you like a billion pieces and I feel so torn apart when I look back in the pages of memory and see all that’s been stored there over this last year’s…..I won’t make it macabre by peeling away hidden emotions of yester years or drool on things you have heard before but I want to take a good time out with you and tell you what you haven’t heard these years. 
I want you to sit and listen what I’ve been writing in my journals about how you would be theses coming years. I hope you listen and enjoy yourself! I want to wish better than wishes that when I see you finally after so many years, that story would meet history on the table of events and that I won’t be afraid of your accomplishment because I know you my friend to be a record breaker, I wish to know of the inventions and ideas that you have garnished our world with…I know that you are a role model and I want to just be there to catch a glimpse of the flash bulb that would emerge from the cameras that would make you the star the world envies.
 I am happy I knew you in this world and I would have regretted if I knew you in the next world. I want to say a very big thank you and for being the friend that I hoped I am to my friends, you are my role model and I want to say thank you for your support as my friend…your friend smiling at you in the crowd with flashes from this cameras make you amazingly awesome

SOME NIGHTS CRIES

It will be sweet ooo
This bitters are sickish oooo
It stains the tongue and better the liver
The stomach groans with the sweeter danger

These noises are speaking gibberish
Conditions jeer and demean
Friends forsaking and mocking
It will be sweet ooo!

let the bitters get uglier
At the palette of bitterness is sweet
At the strangest curve is a straight
The gates of help makes it sweet

It will be sweet! They said
And those days of happiness
Will mask centuries of scourge
It will be sweet ooo! Sweeter than those days
Yes it will be sweet

FORBIDDEN HARVEST

Come let's look
The bridesmaid called
The groom is beautiful than the bride
And her acquaintances are here

Her matted marbles never shone
Celebrated designers hung
Like a plastic sun
Dissolved in her troubles...her runs

The groom smiles stuck some daggers
Through the competitors  and beggars
Of her wares...tongues wager
At their unconstitutional drama

The lovers matched in stilettos
Acquaintances see only their wares of ego
Blunted by a novice in silhouette
Smiling at hardened calcified anger of lost wallets!

LETTERS TO THE THIEVES OUT THERE

I can feel the adrenaline rush with you..The increasing heart beats and how it makes you feel, the superior feeling of being faster, stronger, wiser and exalted feel; but hey let's start this together, maybe we can see some good in these letters, if the letters are true maybe we can apply this in a day or two...This is out to do list
1). There is never a get rich quick cash that has ever lasted past hard work
2). Get rich quick schemes makes you richer in just days and leaves you broke for months
3). Truth takes time, lies is everywhere
4). The time taken to plot and execute one stealing episode is equivalent to the time that could be used to invent a business
5). Your hard earned money sticks, stolen money finishes quicker
6). Stolen money sits on calamity
7). Don't ever sacrifice your peace of mind for any adrenaline
8). The greatest peace is knowing that you provided your own comfort with your sweat
9). Never ever envy anyone in this world
10). Never depend on one source of income
11). Never stop believing...miracles happens when you are patient and persistent
12). We the society loves you
13). stolen money never stay sweet
Let's start to brood over this carefully...If it helps let's do this together. ...

NO VICTOR STILL VANQUISHED

On the golden streets of London
Rubicorns may not be passed
Darken faces of gun powder amassed
Little children's ganglion stains the world

Darkened skin appeal a Republic
Crimea is lost to the myopic
Mangled thoughts insult the vitriolic
Matters of love are dipped in acidic

Unite or die! ''They'' called
Stars of red denied the greenish yellow
The coat of the rising dipped the evening
We are wishing, condensation ravens 

Pillage and pain the mangroves screamed
''Black gold''like illicit 'our' gin
'They all plundered with longer murders! 
My father's! Stop looking! Lets unite again!

THE PRICE IN GREATNESS

He shone and shone
Brighter and brighter
And the silence that swallow every great talents
Brought him salt

Gather rust on his brilliance
History always mourns them with obeisance
With a contempt for their riddance
Greatness in silence of obedience

Their actions called nemesis
And her chilling voice like Rameses
Twirl karma of any future crises 
Their hype snarls farther at silence of greatness  as it rises

I wonder why all greatness fades in silence of history 
And the cold wreathe
That mocks the cold marble 
Flirts with the wind and forget our heroes

INSPIRITUS

Shade Shade daughter of sage
Loved an enchanter of the spirits
An apprentice to the gods
And she the spirits trailed 

Beautiful spirit ''they'' wailed
She ran to Dele
I learn from the gods themselves!
And none shares my bride!

Who can stand the king of the spirits?
Not a mortal
Neither an apprentice
Who was a perfect judge?

The gods don't protect their apprentice
Neither can the spirits marry
And none can touch our beautiful Shade
Neither will the spirit accept Dele

Life twirled in shadows
And Dele grew old 
Shade younger and beautiful
The regrets of the spirit hung

The gods....The spirits
Held both ends of the coin
And a brave Dele opted for peace
To hold his fading walking stick

Neither could die
Neither could have Shade
And the greatest of the guilt of the apprentice 
The gods never punish spirits!

Or do they?

LETTERS TO A REAL HUSTLER

We know the street is cold and violent with a mix of serpent and lions, but if you must hustle in a cold world and become the man of your dreams...this rules might help...

1). Never believe that everyone is good even though you are good

2). Because they smile with you doesn't mean they love you

3). Never do drugs or go against the law

4). Focus on wants and little needs

5). If you must borrow...repay because integrity is success of billionaires

6). Trust is the word, service is the game

7). Help men, the only way to make it quick

8). Never believe that rich men will give you good money if you become their  hand

9). Start small...aim higher

10). Start with strangers...at the scratch finish with brothers

11). Hunger prepares you ahead of better days

12). People who borrow you should always have a service to render

13). Never borrow friends especially very close friends

14). See possibilities in every negativity

15). Be known for everything

It is our street. Our hood...hustling is the game...every man is the pride!

HUSTLE IN PEACE

PAINED NATION

Deceitful kisses

Hurled blood from the eyes

Tears desecrated

Darkness consecrated

Nocturnal ambivalence

Rude less relevance

Fuselage of shame

Mocks the battered nation

Shame ''others'' cried

Kidnapped children died

Nations called ''US'' mad

Broken hegemony...how sad

Peeled thunder...crisp pleas

Fallen angels are rented warriors

All for terror

Rotten bones mock the desecrated nation

Let the lame sharpen their clutches

The blind re-read their braillic scriptures

Before our bones becomes antiquated sculptures

Meant for religious vultures