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Holy glory

Holy glory; what a rare combination?
Beyond the world’s endless tribulation
Being loved would have been my retribution
Rosary now have many fabrication
Rising even the dead and evil celebration
Holy glory; is indeed a rare combination.

Nigeria: One Family

Disagreement is common even with wisdom,
Words are liked and disliked in every forum,
I see Nigeria my country as a polygamous home,
where siblings from same sperm or womb
Quarrel and fight on a daily basis
yet, deep down within their veins
Is a blood flowing from same ancestors
Vibrating in ripple effects:
“we are still families”.

Mystery Flower

Top the mountain are varying flowers,
Expanding as fast as they can bloom
Prolly exhibiting joy to the smiling sun
To whom is proud into what thou had turn.

But up same mountain I know of a flower
So beautiful and lovely; the word is her…
Started from the root: should you had seen her
Thou would prolly think, she’s gonna die.

Then her petals were rare to find
Her leaf was fresh, even to the blind
This mystery flower took 15yrs to bloom,
When all of its age are either withered or dry.

…Was it hope that kept thee?
Or had thou seen thy future before sown?
For every sunshine and rainfall
It stayed dormant yet perfecting itself.

Now it is the most talked about flower
It is in thy gene; God’s perfect design
Back in time; other flowers
Prolly will think, she’s there for the count.

Compare not thy growth to thou
There’s a difference in destiny path for thee
Top the mountain flowers varies
And so they bloom at their individual time.

Akalaka (Destiny)

Equality is not to all child from a mother’s womb
Variety is a music they dance and hum
So compare not thy growth to that of thou
For everyone may not be great, but bless and endow.

The race to the end of the road
Might have begun on same gunshot
But in life, completion matters irrespective of time
Destiny is the end, with many left and right to it.

Ten Millions of Dreams

In ten millions of dreams
It takes but threads and needles to sow yourself a gown
Don’t be envious when you see colors in uptown
Their laughter didn’t appear without a moan
You see fruits they plucked from a time they have sown…
In ten millions of dreams
Work hard and bring the house down
Then millions shall befit your crown
You’ll get all colors, be it white, black or brown
Telling your stories while you still move an eye brow.
In ten millions of dreams
All I need is an unending ten million success drown
From my pretty smile foundation of frown
Once shaded upon a time in a no grass lawn
Until then my nights shall be my dawn!!!

Back in My Younger Days

Back in my younger days..
In Ibusa, beside St. Augustine’s, I will roll tires
In pants, half naked like ancients in the woods
I would play hopscotch and build mud houses
Drew on papers, cry till I choke or get mum’s attention
Afraid of the dark, frightened by strange tension
Bathed in the rain, Innocent I was so please don’t mention.

I was full of watts, I bet you I was an Eagle
I took pride in my ways, my home was my ego
“Tech is coming”: who would believe if I had said so?
But hope it doesn’t seem like a very long time ago…
I fell in love with bright colors and smiling girls: Big fact…
Electricity flowed through at skin contact
I was an elephant at same time small as an ant.

In such an innocent age… Good times was what I was used to,
But now the air I inhale is lighter than it used to
No more flying urine and touching my toes while I stand
Is no longer as easy as it used to…
Current still flows, yet not through all lady’s hand
But only a few who makes me feel like child
For innocence vanished back in my younger days…

Save The World

I am seriously concerned
about certain things
we may not take very seriously.
The questions revolve
around same old saying:
“Save the World” for,
“Do we live on Earth,
Damage it
and at the perfect hour
be buried underneath
same dirt we swept off our houses,
after we are gone
is it proper that we leave behind
our generated mess (Damaged Earth)
for our children to inherited”?
If our forefathers
had left Earth severely wounded,
would we be thinking of
making money/Politics/Sports/Peace/
or fighting to stay alive?


You can’t be what you aren’t
The vultures are no bats
That’s for sure no lie
Not all birds can fly…
In reality or film
All fishes can swim
Yet not all can float
Nor crawl to the deep seas underneath!

I am unique in my own ways
and so are you…
Do not kill me nor quench my rays
These I will always beg of you.
Do not intimidate me nor set me ablaze
For my weaknesses, please I beg you…
At the back of the mind have it in pictures
That my strength could be a weakness in you.

Hence live and let me live
You could take but let me give
Unto a clove and bee hive
And get back as still me!
There is an Adam to every Eve
Diameter for every effluent sieve
Live and let me live
For one day this earth we shall leave.

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