WHO CARES......

No one really cares

Naccicist sphere

We all breathe air

Names and monuments

Who really cares?????

The strife is for wealth

Perhaps in death

You may have a name



Who knows the poor Hassan?

All his experimental design

Manoeuvring cows in the land

His battles with thieves behind

Who really cares!



Who knows Emeka???

What of Rebecca!

Her struggle to trade silk

His fake products

In a bid to make an original

Who knows his name?????

His products produced in Aba

Is labeled made in China

Who really cares???



Who really cares??

Our helpers are armed with cameras

The confession is for new customers

who really cares????

Who will help without asking?

Who cares for the sick and dying???

Who pays for the poor and their heirlings

Who really cares???

Who does?

You or me

The politicians or the thieves?

The cameras or the deeds?

Who cares....

Nobody

Just a quest for names

Who does???

CLUBS....A DATE WITH HISTORY

A voice stays caged in my soul

Moments served In a hole

Alcohols and wild dances and the show

Those moments still rove

Blind youth in me cry wild

The beats spoke home

Where youth dined smoke

Young women swayed bones



Still wild but old with sticks

He nods and tap away from graceful streak

How youth soon flee it's peak

Lost in memories he paused

Betty blue the gal with the horse

Danced and immersed in brine of booze

How weak she lay



When youth flees another voice speak hoarse

In somber woods deep in the heart

Wild animals speak through calm minds

And all caged in youth

Spent on party and drugs

Regrets eats walking sticks

Reason prevails the weak

Who with sober eyes

Recalls the lengthy youth

Wriggled in beats

Dissolved in the violent fumes

The stank odours from putrid pores

The drips of sweat from veteran whores

Repentant frogs

Experimental hogs

All that remains is the youth

Soaked in a caged voice in the old



The regrets and self amuse afternoon

Rocking chairs

And the matric fumes reminds

It surely reminds

The youth

And how we spent it

TRUTHS AND DELUSIONS

The hands that share me tea

Share more tear

The shoes of fear

strides stripes strip strong shear

The courts spoke many sins

The chilling voices of the seas

Serpents snarling snapping ease



Traits of treachery

Stings traitors like archery

Betrayers and leachery

Traps like poisonous pastry

The hands who serve me with smiles

Their Hearts are a million miles

Their fantasies are evil and vile

Turn coats slithering piles



Their joy is the grief

And pain eternal relieve

Their imagination is a lipid disease

Our hands. ....Our own hands

Dig deeper than our corruption

PURSUIT OF FUTILITY

In pursuit of beauty

They lost the taste of a good woman

In pursuit of societal acceptance

They lost the grace of a woman

In the fear of deceit

They saw lost receipts



In  the quest for blames

They saw a willing tool

In the vestices of an innocent woman

A tool of love is stained in shame

A sceptre of peace

Is swept by the breeze

what did we ever do????

What was our fault? ????

Are we not sorry enough?????



In the beauty lies a distortion

In the peace of our joy

Lies the ineptitude of the tears

While the general fear of our beauty

Is maligned by the few who are rusty

Beloved lies in me

The sceptre of joy and the pain of every woman