A PROPHECY !

                                                             A PROPHECY !
Each time I retire to my couch pensively,
watching my curtain sway rhythmically,
your ghostlike image appears dramatically
and I flinch at your countenance instantly.

The clairvoyant you's image in now full in size,
gluing perfectly to my sight.
pretending not seeing you is a might,
so i surrender to seeing your light.

Oh "Decent Wino!" you've gone far in today's lager
but i can see your swagger as you stagger.

I smirk, but you smile.
Happily, "these words" you flow to me like Nile,
in an extremely creative manner,
embraced by a well furnished stanzas.

you point to me and say:
"Writing" is your Rite !
Oh ! your right that will make you swallow delight.
This delight will make your mind travel like kite,
fly high in the sky till it gets out of sight
and to a sight where poetic sires
(that are dressed in white that looks bright)
unite and dine at night.
A site, where they only chant:
"Writing is delight."

Oh  "Poetry!" what a prophecy
 you have brought visiting today.
I'll live by your words again and again everyday
I'll always be guided by your legacy.

AN EPITAPH TO OUR LOST JEWELS

**AN EPITAPH TO OUR LOST JEWELS***

Oh my heart hurts !!
Oh my heart bleeds!!
Why would you make our serene sod sense "this"?
Why would those "glees"
Of our future be ceremoniously set ablaze?
Why would you transform our modern age
To a murder stage?

Oh my heart hurts!!
Oh my heart bleeds !!
What insanity are igniting in our society?
Are you daft of how this modern world will perceive your identity?
You actually dent our society in an attempt to cleanse it.

Oh my heart hurt !!
Oh my heart bleeds !!
Are you so daft to know that;
Nature talks what heaven says?
The sanity that sanitises "DO NOT KILL" needs no pastor's sermon.
Those words are written in block letters on the sky.

Oh my mind hurts !!
Oh my heart bleeds !!
Our defending arms,
You ought to have those vampires in your palms
Before they staged this gloom harm

Oh my heart hurts !!
Oh my heart bleeds !!
May your souls rest in peace
Our lost jewels.
It stinks we lost you to one of our dark fates.
Your apparitions will always gleam in our faces.
***THE END ****
In memory of our brutally murdered chaps in "UNIPORT"

LET'S UNITE FOR DELIGHT

I sight a ‘height’ that is gleaming high in the skies
But, ‘Unity’ is the flight that bustles us to its light.
We can only footprint ‘its’ moon if we plight to unite
Because, ‘Unity’ has in its pocket: the enthusiasm to ‘this land of delight’.

Are you not always amazed about how Army Ants,
Tiny Ants, count so much pounds
Of achievements through utilizing united effort
And united determination that ignites the fire of their comfort?

Unity is a ‘guest’ we all need to invite
And entertaining this ’guest’ on our site is our right
Kissing delight when you don’t unite is a might
Because unity breathes life into a serene delight.

If we are all ready to charge to fleecing delight,
Then we all need to unite to detain delight.

NIGERIA 2012

                                                    NIGERIA 2012

Our land is green, our sky is blue.

Our moon is orange red but our blood is blue.

Our soul is white and our body is dark but our hair is black.

Compare these colours with rainbow,

Now imagine how beautiful Nigeria is.

Which of these do you call a coincidence?

Different languages, same moral values, same

People that shares the same culture, same

practice and same doctrine.

Beautiful people, dresses decently and

Always wear a lapis lazuli worth of smile.

Even when dark clouds dot our sky like the skin of a leopard,

Nature is always friendly with us.

Look at how our sun and rain had co-operated.

Look at the calmness of our morning dews,

On our dark soft tender skin that feels always new.

Look at the streams of “Honey Wells” in our soil,

Imagine its fertility even when it comes to growing crops.

Look at our constant moon illusion,

as a result of our elegant atmospheric condition.

Look at how our enthusiasm, strive, patience and tolerance

Stand as the genres on our unity.

Look at how our cuddle embraces our struggle,

Look at how we bubble even during our hustle

And how they all melt away our troubles,

Like the cloud of a day that almost rained.

Happy birthday Nigeria. A land that houses erosion of honey and milk

coupled with people of the same ilk.

A SEED SOWED WITH GREED

A SEED SOWED WITH GREED**

A Town crier in my mind
always stops at the gate.
Every morning,
he comes,
Sounds the gong
and says:
"What's the fruit of a seed sowed with greed?"

Your people chose you to lead
Because they all agreed
 that you will succeed
In transporting them to a land of hope
That they indeed need.

But your greed for wealth and power
will not take us past this bridge
Of ethno-religious, moral and spiritual crises
that is blocking our  path
to a land of promises.

"What's the fruit of a seed sowed with greed?

Your youths want to lead
Because of their greed for wealth
not a greed for developing the land,
 just as the ways of their ancestors.

What's now the future of a seed
Sowed with greed?

This greed that you breed
causes me pains as I breathe,
Each time that my mind read your deeds,
with speed! my mind hurts and bleeds.

This soil is endowed with fertility
it will grow any seed that you bread,
 to a peak! that exceeds your imagination.

Why not channel your greed 

to one that will make the land succeed

for any seed that you breed
On this soil of immortal fertility succeeds.