My brother, my brother
Son of my mother
Hold on your prized anger
Mighty hunter....mighty panther
My brother, my brother
You curl everyday under the rafter
Unaware of some changes in some matter
Those spear and bows drives the animal to laughter
My brother
When they see your spear they gather
And discuss issues rather than scatter
Our jungle has tasted change. ..mighty panther
My brother...There is so much hunger
It hurts to see you wander
When there is so much for the hunter
These animals have met another panther
Becareful my brother!....brother!!
These animals want shelter from a new master
Son of my father!
You are all that matter
Watch how they refuse to gather
Change your approach
At the back they call you 'coackcroach'
Everything you've done, they question the coach
Please my brother, let's clean this reproach
My brother! Mightiest of hunters!
Prove them wrong in this matter
Accusations is slowly building the banter
They mock us as bastards
My brother, mighty son of our fathers
Look deep in this pranks
Remember to break their ranks
Roar and save this jungle from the hunters!!!
Thursday, 14 May 2015
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
DONT DIVORCE YET.....DONT!
Every body must keep to the ills
Of partnership and wills
Forget the regret after the bliss
Don't divorce! Don't hiss
Careful scrutiny should have been made
Before you married the maid
Why are you afraid of the bed?
You acquired for your beard?
Before you grew tired and frustrated
I hope you didn't poison the hated?
The blame is always on the under rated
Whose opinion is not to be debated
Before you leave what is your proof?
Change your attitude and reproof
Gag some habits in a waterproof
And watch bliss return with a shiny hoof
Of partnership and wills
Forget the regret after the bliss
Don't divorce! Don't hiss
Careful scrutiny should have been made
Before you married the maid
Why are you afraid of the bed?
You acquired for your beard?
Before you grew tired and frustrated
I hope you didn't poison the hated?
The blame is always on the under rated
Whose opinion is not to be debated
Before you leave what is your proof?
Change your attitude and reproof
Gag some habits in a waterproof
And watch bliss return with a shiny hoof
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
IN MEMORY OF PROF KOFFI AWOONOR
Hey! Pacy hunter
I thought you were my brother
You are dark like 'our' mother
Should I be afraid of this banter?
Awoonor! Awoonor! Run like the panther
The earth is really a peaceful matter
No longer afraid to hold your anger
Embrace the friendly hunger
They could gloat for whatever wickedness
This killings in Africa is too mindless
Is this really poverty or illiterate redress?
Religious or political harness?
Al-shabab!!! You have murdered
Scattered and plundered
All those you have angered
Families weeping the unfathered
All of us will someday kiss the earth
There is always a redress on your death
Which I'm sure one day, will be red
You will be laid on a burial bed
We won't breathe the dust forever
If you scatter pellets, will it be forever?
There is a season to lose, evil diva
Sullen act of wickedness on a lame river
All of you together is a shortage to Awoonor
Kenyatta and Mahama is it yet uhuru?
Sun of shaka Zulu
Smile on us! Forget this shabab burrow
Who has nothing to offer our world
But deceit of religion on a defenceless mall
Women and children buried in a hall
Writing long history of hatred on a cold wall
And painted our Awoonor on a graffiti
Bragging infamy for countries to writ
To mourn a man who went to read wit
Covered in emotionless wreathe
Our earth is stained again Awoonor
This religion is a provoking donor
Of grief instead of honour
What did we get? Bloodied Awoonor
Legacy has been stained again
What is your gain?
For gunning defenceless men in a rain...
Just to gloat? And inflict pain???
Rest in utopia with the utopians
Cursed remains those fallopians
That bore those barbarians
May they all die in defiance
In memory of Prof. Koffi Awoonor
I thought you were my brother
You are dark like 'our' mother
Should I be afraid of this banter?
Awoonor! Awoonor! Run like the panther
The earth is really a peaceful matter
No longer afraid to hold your anger
Embrace the friendly hunger
They could gloat for whatever wickedness
This killings in Africa is too mindless
Is this really poverty or illiterate redress?
Religious or political harness?
Al-shabab!!! You have murdered
Scattered and plundered
All those you have angered
Families weeping the unfathered
All of us will someday kiss the earth
There is always a redress on your death
Which I'm sure one day, will be red
You will be laid on a burial bed
We won't breathe the dust forever
If you scatter pellets, will it be forever?
There is a season to lose, evil diva
Sullen act of wickedness on a lame river
All of you together is a shortage to Awoonor
Kenyatta and Mahama is it yet uhuru?
Sun of shaka Zulu
Smile on us! Forget this shabab burrow
Who has nothing to offer our world
But deceit of religion on a defenceless mall
Women and children buried in a hall
Writing long history of hatred on a cold wall
And painted our Awoonor on a graffiti
Bragging infamy for countries to writ
To mourn a man who went to read wit
Covered in emotionless wreathe
Our earth is stained again Awoonor
This religion is a provoking donor
Of grief instead of honour
What did we get? Bloodied Awoonor
Legacy has been stained again
What is your gain?
For gunning defenceless men in a rain...
Just to gloat? And inflict pain???
Rest in utopia with the utopians
Cursed remains those fallopians
That bore those barbarians
May they all die in defiance
In memory of Prof. Koffi Awoonor
Monday, 27 April 2015
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???
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???
Sunday, 26 April 2015
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
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
Saturday, 11 April 2015
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
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
Monday, 6 April 2015
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
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
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