TROPHY OF MY PASSIONS

In the god of rubber
My faith I laid
But after a tango session
I am on the path to my ancestors

The good news of the devil
Has changed me positive
A place in his bossom is for me booked
After some minutes in the clouds

Oh ecstacy see what you have done
Now for my passions I must pay
Oh that wrong fella
Why did you come my way

In my blood is a daily battle
Against this assassin that came via pleasure
Just to behold a new dawn
But now my Calendar is shorter

I snubbed abstinence for pleasure
In few minutes bequeathed I my future
For diving into the bed without a licence
The treasure I sought has opened me a grave

But against this prize I must be brave
 My numbered days pledge I
Against this beautiful pit
To atone for this blind hunters

To the clan of hormones send this message
That the rubber god doth fail
And after pleasure comes the grave
But a better path there is

Oh clan of hormones send this message
Heed again the plea of chastity
Bite that fruit no more
So that long you shall live

THE INSANE DOCTOR

Arise, oh Compatriots
ALUTA CONTINUA we must match
Until oppression kicks the bucket
Corruption we must outwit
To once again restore her glory

Fellow citizens and hungerians
A change has taken place
And the change has been changed
Government in my land be like the weather

Fellow citizens
I am a Doctor so please hear me
Just a shot to the seat I ask
I know the cure and hold the pills
Just a taste is all I ask

The ballot traffic is to slow
I am already mounting
Damn transition and handover
Takeover I must

Forget terms and tenures
I shall not like Esau fail
My birthright is no public utility or baton
I bequeath it not to whosoever
Keep your vote as I keep my seat

My mission was therapy
My now the seat I must keep
With my sweat or my blood
In Agbada or Khaki stay put I must
Like the Statue of Liberty

I, the insane Doctor
Solemnly swear to save you from freedom
And restore peaceful insanity
With the lies on my tongue
So help me God

PRINCESS PLUTO

This descent of Pluto
Cold and closed she was
So afraid of the non existent
Only knew caution in exaggeration

In the time to sprout
Even the air She also dreads
Like a naïve snail in its shell
Her only friend is herself

Born with a rare gift
That stirs the canary’s jealousy
Even the wildest of beasts
By it they are soothed

Crafted in the image of beauty
And after the likeness of innocence
In her is found the purest of hearts
Even Angels envy this wonderful specie

In her private world of one
She was learning and not living
Like a locked book with a strange language
Smoke could be understood but not her

After her cocoon session
She arose unidentical to her former
Dwelling amongst the basest of creatures
Beside her, swines suddenly Saints

On the scale of virtue she weighs nought
She has listened to the songs of men
Now that Saint is no more
This new breed lacks a pinch of purity

You might fall for her looks
But trust not her smooth tongue
Though She can be pure again
But will she divorce her present path?

DING DONG SPELL

The glory of Sun, beautiful and brute

Thus my greatest enemy

Yes! My arch enemy 

The whip of my old master 

The sun and rain team up

To smite me black and blue 

So a messiah to my aid

But not a shadow at my border

Oh my hanging pal, let it forth

In whispers or thunderclaps 

Thy chime is all I need

Thy larynxes hold my freedom

Rest for sore and tired hands 

Is ding dong ding dong

Freedom from this plantation 

Please give to me

Break or close time all lie in your chime 

 ding dong ding dong is all I need

ding dong ding dong is all it takes 

And my freedom is certain

SUCH AS I HAVE .

Though I see no Roses and Cakes
I still will give it
Though I have tasted your Boots
I still will give it
Despite you my Nature quits not
Though you give stone for bread
And slaps for hugs
If you love or hate me I care not
I still will give it
Just as my nature is
I carried the cross as my purpose
Took your whips as you gave it
And your nails ran through my hands
But now it’s payback time
Tit for Tat, an Eye for an Eye
Now I shall revenge but with my love
Anger and Hatred I have none
But such as I have, I give unto you
I revenge in my own way
Love to me be the best revenge
I give her to you not for your credits
Because her value be far beyond your price
If you were to pay, you will run dry
Yet of my nature I give her to you
Because my nature is love, so love I pay you

UNCONDITIONAL VERDICT

I made them of my image
Neither did I spare my likeness
My dream was a real friend
But a foe did I get
I thought the praise was for me
But I watched my praise diverted
See them going on as if I don’t exist
This madness is unprecedented
They embrace folly
Like a darling never to let go
Is personal will my sin
Or creation a grand blunder
Though I be God
But I be the faithful servant here
Answering to their wishes and prayer
Rain or Shine, default I not
These hearts of their my hand made
But my presence is banished from there
If we shared the same realm
Perhaps I would have been toppled
Though I should judge but I will love
MERCY holds me back, Buying the charges off them
I see my blood not their deeds
Love, Love, Love,
My bowels just wouldn’t hold back
Because my nature is at work
Remember, my name is Love

THE OTHER WOMAN

This flip colleague of mine, clothed as me
Has always been and still is
She lived before the birth of Civilization
In all races and classes she is present
She is a Sister armed other wise
Her dream is to own my ring
My dream is to lose her forever
Yet she is like a recurrent decimal
In my mind and in his life
… She is the devil in my Sister
Meet his forbidden spare tyre and secret spare rib
Fighting for my place in his life
I have the role but for me She plays it
Her MR RIGHT is not at sight
So I am to pay for it
Constantly my boat she rocks
And steals my deep sleep
Night and day I keep watch, my alert is over him
Because she lurks around the corner
 This one is cheaper than my dog
And has not a pinch of chastity

MY LABOUR

Labour is to her like breathing
She sweats and toils for the home
Her cry usual is a tune to them
Yet her smile is evergreen
Because the home is forever her duty
As she accepted that ring
The home and Kitchen became the career
Dawn or Dusk she is at your service
Building the home to its best
She goes on and until they nod satisfied
Of the vessels she is called weak
But who enters the Kitchen and Labour room
Who grooms the Lords and Generals
She is at the centre of the home
Without whom things fall apart
She would appreciate some masculine might
But who will offer one
Shes is expelled from the gym to the kitchen
Yet the kilos are given to her
Call her the domestic peace offering
Her future she mortgages
All for the Family and its luggage
Routine and chores are her cycle
But to give is never her thought
Because she is never meant to bow out
They see her in various forms
A married maid, a walking uterus
Yet her light they cant ignore
She isn’t the head of the home
Yes! But can they go on without her?
Her shoulder always available
Either to cry on or to climb on
She pledges not to deny her call
To serve her home with her all
Like the IROKO she never bows
Do not step into those shoes of hers
It really burns, its for heros only
Not that this labour she savours
But someone has to raise the world
And purpose has chosen her

ANOTHER SHOT

I am of this bow into the far beyond
An evidence of the Past
A gift of the Present to the Future
Happy am I to proceed from her quiver
I hunger for my target
Shoot me not unto the streets
Nor at drugs nor unto perversion
But into my Future that beckons
Let me forth, the Sky and winds awaits
If I miss and plummet to the ground
I would have tested my limits
And known my wealth in depths
At least I would say I HAVE BEEN SHOT
Whether preferred or rejected
But I do not litter her quiver
Let the records show I HAVE BEEN SHOT
…It is for the misled arrows
That I weep for and pray for
Arrow of pains and secrets
Bent almost beyond recognition
Few call them victims
Some call them abused
Others call them statistics
But only broken arrows are they
To every broken arrow I write
The broken lady behind silk dresses
The bent guy behind tuxedos
I write to you about the new chance
The sky and altitudes beckons
Arise from the dust you gifted ones
And take that flight into your waiting future

FIRST STONE

Every left step, seven stones follow
I know love only in words
These feet of mine, cold and lonely
The only help is to descension
I look around and only fingers I see
Only pointing and judging never aiding
The pots are never slow to strike
With their idle and unholy stones
To climb the ladder they impede me
In my nose diving they will judge
My sin is not any of the 10th
Guilty of breaking the 11th am I
When finally my 11th glass is broken
They will pay my fare to face the judge  
They long to see the noose embrace my neck
See me return this oxygen to him
His verdict His verdict His verdict
My sentence is THE FIRST STONE
But who is there to cast it?
No! their broken glasses will not let them

DOUBLE EDGED TIDES

When joy is high the bank is broken
Beside the still bed it’s a rainstorm
In the heat, it comes to cool
Only company I find in the dark
Telling to me what the ears interprete not
Oh river, tide of compassion
It has understanding to my pain
So warm its hand of compassion
Its message f relief sinks my deep
But its crocodile version makes me a fool
It’s one with a face but many names
Double river edged river why this farce?
All it takes is to cry me river
The helping hand from where comes my hurt
Stealing my robe elsewhere covereth my nudity
The river that drowns my valley
In its face is real consolation
But only its depth holds the Truth
When words hide and compassions fail
It is the only shoulder at hand
It speaks the only language needed
Yet my doubt for it is great
Uncle Samson fell at its feet
Its waves harvested his locks
Oh river tides of compassion
It calms me amidst the flames
The best shoulder in my lowest pit
Yet its help I fear to trust
Because with its sauce came the Apple
Grand Pa ate to stumble
 I will roll a dice than accept it
Is it an Angel in black robes?
Or a demon in white apparels
Justice at first sight is evil to it
Reach the source for your gavel to be fair
On this tide of compassion

DON’T BLAME THE MIRROR

Don’t blame the Mirror
The reflection is not her fault
What is that which before her stands
Why blame the fairest of all Judges
And not the one before her
Her Gavel is a Saint, sinless till date
Don’t blame the Mirror
Garbage in, Garbage out
The garbage still in perfect order
The invisible twin only revealed
It’s only a Mirror, a simple reflector
Revealing to you that in you
Don’t blame the Mirror
She’s only a Truthful revealer
Holiest interpreter, fairest amongst all
Her Truth is yet unequalled
No mate to compete or equate
Black or White she changes not a strand
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
The simplest of all objects
In search of Truth, Peep into her
Her truth you cannot buy or bend
Accounts or status she respects not
She is your only true reflection

CRASH ON MY HELMET

At her cry they fall hard
Far from the ground, on my helmet
This inconsequential knock
So great, greater than a blow
Whipping my toil not the soil
The only block from my bread
Oh! Crash on my helmet
Why at this moment?

BEAUTIFUL BURDEN

My burden, Million Men adore

This gift, not of my making; came forth with it
But for this, Hawks Hover around me

Beauty is not what you think

HELP ME! HELP ME!! HELP ME!!!
For my face, my soul is in danger
I am prey for my gift, a beautiful burden it is
I love to flaunt but not to carry
Vultures are patient in my ally
Because gifted I am of the face
This gift is of weight many kilos
I have received Roses and Perfumes
And also prices for my Soul
On my rooftop the Hawks are bidding
Because I am that, called BEAUTIFUL
My face is exotic but my shoulder heavy
Oh how beautiful is my burden
I am a walking bull’s eye
Sake of this gift of my face
Thou hunters of my gift, this pasture ain’t yet ripe
Beauty is not a delicacy
Oh! Men just became deaf
Can’t they see and just adore
Must they always seek a bite?
My gift is beautiful and heavy
Yes, much more than a gift now a burden

ATONEMENT CHILD

It is their war
But I am the trigger made
After the scenes of their sins
Scene 2 is atonement, me to mop
Familiar with no blood but many riffles
Before I greet Mother Earth
A hand is upon me to transfer their sins
My cross is asleep in their sheets
Buried in thin air before I breathe
Lacking blemishes is my own sin
I’m no. 1 on their diet
The key to their riches and splendour
Nudity betrays me in my apparel
Purity makes me their perfect lamb
I lose my playground for some fields
I wail but the verses of mute tunes
I am encouraged only by the whips
The blanket is a fairy tale
LOVE has gone the way of my ancestors
The youngest messiah I am
To carry their cross is my lot
I came to live but for their crosses

BARREN PILGRIMAGE

Stepping into a new 365, blowing out candles
He gave of jubilation this breeze
A new day, a step closer to the bed

This chair by the corner, empty and cold
I cannot find the owner, the warmer
Age has returned burrowed oxygen
The air was cold and piercing
Ventilation ceased, new air was locked out
Pictures on the wall lie about the moment
Clothes too idle, caressing the wardrobe

Mouths were shut, words hid themselves
Rhythm of wailing played by lips
Defeated the radio’s pleasure
The deep bed has snatched again
Space too vast and heavy in emptiness
Too obvious minds could not ignore
His feet alas has found its bucket

Age did not fail in its predictions
Mortality once more given to slumber
Different feet multiply tears
As he is accorded full weeping ovation
Among mourners pouring their dam
This absence shocks the stick and bottle
Their companion is gone, now its loneliness

He is the twin of that fig tree
Truly green and of many leaves but his only sin is lacking a fruit
His diary is of blank pages
About him history has nothing to say
Oh! This chair would miss its owner
The stick and the bottle their dear pal

Cool thyself with this tears offering
In the down impossible of moist
Once upon a time…
His shadow escorted many
6 billion all around me
How can I remember that face?
Without the aid of a picture

FLOODED BASEMENT

In my secret corner far from others
Mimed I the tune of lamentations
My lips only new to wail
Me, a new brewery of bitterness

In my heart, the palace of fear
Life this awful song
Grating my sound drums
My botanical name changed to depression

Shielded all with banners of smiles
Bright face, over laden heart
Feared all trusting no one, not one
Yet always I smile

Crying behind those smiles
Dying in my dark basement
In my tuxedo I shine
In my basement I sink

Drowning in my tears and worry
My basement is hell’s annex
Yet the World’s envy I am
Thanks to my perfect veil

GIFT OF TWO WALLS

My corner, my palace; A personal quarters
Here, two is a crowd, the triangle of my hands
Accurate bearing for loneliness
This warmth soothe not two
The air here is private; My Diaspora in a corner
These walls I trust to tell it all
Answering with the voice of silence
Owner of my comfort
Lock out the crowd and leave me to thee

Chamber of my privacy
The edifice I so adore
This solitude I dearly treasure
Trap me in thy embrace

My freedom you hold tight
Of which I wish not to collect
In this dark I find my light
My corner, my palace

INNOCENT AS CHARGED

At the slumber of the Sun
The days too early for light
Escorted in by innocence and purity
His cries like honey to ears

At the command of the map
Irony ordered those new feet
Evaporation stole purpose to the sky
Preferred he clouds and smoke to dreams

Possessions is owned by mirage
His eye brow took to a bow
Responding to the darts on his back
The sixth feet his only trophy

… Harsh winds ate of his bones
Came to see the light, Darkness welcomed him
His candle, the circle of light banished
Diary of the begotten omitted his name

Justice was most fair, the Gavel most impartial
A litre for a pint, a dentition for a tooth
From the womb to the tomb
But Mercy said NO

Liberty bought him from his wages
The noose empty of his neck
Salivating to disappointment
From the sixth depth to the streets of Gold

This man is back to own the sceptre
All traps will stay barren, empty of a prey
Death shall starve in expectation
For is blood is not menu for dinner

NATIONAL ZOMBIE

You will fight him, He will fight you
Both, in the name of another’s score
Old Men’s score settled by young bloods
The real sense for which they fight
They have not the slightest idea
The sense in this I am in search of

Must there be Guns and Bombs
When dialogue could have sufficed
Or is it to someday study some History or Philosophy
Or discuss some Diplomatic strategy?
They order advance but far behind sits their ass
They order you to slaughter your brother and call it LOYALTY

You are paid to procure new citizens of the grave
And they call it National service
What is the glory and victory in your Occupation
Oh ye camouflage zombie
When the call of duty you heed
Some fellows must be brutally evicted from Earth
Then National service you call it
Your efficiency they measure by your harvest of Corpses

You are given guns and swords
Then you multiply Orphans and Widows
Shelling, Spraying, Shooting and Bombing
Maiming, Killing just for a disagreement
Where is the sense in these?

The course must be done
By any means must be won
Like felling half a Forest
Only for a wandering pest
Thou art a classic thief of peace

In the name of National service beasts are born
Awarded MEDALS OF HONOUR and called BRAVE
Because many they have and can kill
Who can for this disease provide a pill?

After all said and done
The ignored roundtable is returned to
After all be torn down
Then senses wake up
And all to the roundtable

Fire has failed to quench fire
Now they seek Water
Peace deal; Peace deal
Cease fire; Cease fire
Again I ask, where is the sense in all these?

PRICE OF MY BRIDE

I want to marry
But that wish must tarry
Cos Bride Price now follows Fuel Price
Thanks to Fathers-in-Law
Like Jacob seven year more years to work
Fatten my wallet and claim my Bride
I come to marry but, he comes to close a deal
I know not my Sweetheart as an
Investment portfolio; Economic Merchandise
School fees from Nursery, Feeding from Birth
All these I must repay to have a wife
What a life
I have found my other
But her price is quite a wonder
I have her heart but not her hand sake of his price
Thanks to my Father-in-Law
I thought it was Marriage and not Purchase
But my Father-in-Law speak of prices
Perhaps a receipt I should get
The price is obese but my wallet on diet
So my wish to marry must still tarry
Cos my Father-in-Law isn’t smiling
Bride price is like an Olympic runner
Swift on the price tracks
I thought a heartthrob I found
But knew not that a merchandise she is
Sake of the price, my Love I cannot claim
Until I hammer
I am banned from her
Help, Help, this price snatches my Bride
I have found the flower to pluck
But there is nought from my wallet to suck
Father-in-Law is not smiling
So our love is in limbo stuck
Father-in-Law; Business partner
Please your price moderately trim to my wallet’s ability
So I can ‘buy’ your merchandise; my Bride
Please thy price trim so I go home not alone
Father-in-Law; Biz partner, allow me this fruit to pluck
Before time over her runs and her nectar loses its power
And no Man will unto her look
Living room has turned to Board room
Deal or no deal, Deal or no deal
Cos a Bride from here I seek
But my wallet holds not the price

SLAP TO SLEEP

This time is for long faces and wet eyes
To honour the departed with weeping ovation
But I hear no sob nor see any tear
Where is the Ocean of tears and siren of wailings?
Ah! The atmosphere has been raped

Today is mourning day
But Irony has taken over
Laughter barges into the solemn air
Business cards, friendly compliments on the exchange
The sleeping fellow totally forgotten

Pots of all sizes very busy
Aromas clashing in the air
Delicacies and cuisines unlimited
See appetites on rampage
When in hibernation it ought

The cloud is invaded by cheers
Oceans not of tears but wine
Forerunning cliffs on many plates
They ignore the rites for some bites
It’s all about him and not about him

Professional tears far from the ground
They promised to be there
But see them on the dance floor
After the rites they walk over the bed
It’s all about him and not about him

They ought to be in tears for him
But canopies and drums are rolled out
And different tunes enter the Air
Mourning continues at the dinning
And wailing on the Dance floor

Dust to the feet, feet to the dance floor
The still one seizes not to shake his head
The departed ought we to honour
But they only become still celebrants
And reason for another party

UPON HIS SHOULDERS

The ladder by the Corner, Interrupts my dear slumber
Because my purpose beckons
The rungs and height is my lot
I give my life climbing, To keep another life
When they is fire, my name they remember
When they run out, I run in to be the Me
Not that I am Samson, nor do I have a dozen of lives
I am come for this!
… The steps which none will, I of myself have to take
I climb, though might be brought down
In this skin of mine made brown
It all begins and ends with them, I’m missing in their minds
Ignored like I’m absent
On the ladder I’m not spared the foot
Yet I craft my cross a ladder
I am like a Prophet strange to his own
Perhaps honour is scarce in my town

WHEN LOVE EXPIRES

This was to be forever after
From young to gray
But when comes the Storm and Heat
Rocking the Boat to its feet
After a little fight they quit

Rather than repair they abandon
Throwing Love out the window
‘cos there is this phrase…
IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES

An excuse to kill this seed
Love is never automated
Give it another try, another chance
Tend it, and Heaven it will be
Let it, weeds and thorns will surface

When Sweet Grapes turn sour
When ripe Apples turn rotten
All they echo is…
IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES

How about that voice that sent you to Jupiter
How about that smile that took you to the Clouds

Perhaps that season is over
‘cos a new fruit is around the Corner
so scream they… IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES
Back into the Sea, exploring varieties
In search of a new arm/bed
Then they go… IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES

Que Sera Sera, a blatant lie
This, like all in Life need some work
Mos def, never grown by sheer luck
The Garden must be tended, else the weeds
Cupid’s shot just not enough

When the heart is enraged, the mind is blind
Reasoning is casted behind
Garden of Eden becomes a battle field
And the Roses of that Garden must wear some bruises

VERTICAL STREET

This street lacking a twin
The lane of Saints Republic
Different from mine coated with Gold
If I walk through I will see the throne

Cheated of figure really narrow
In size, tiny like an arrow
An eye over my like a sparrow
Walking on blind of tomorrow

I see his masterpiece on different faces
Passing by me, many of diverse races
So diverse even at different paces
It’s a journey for one, our personal races

Without the consent of friends I pick
Never did I wait for a kick
Turning around for the bend of the meek
They see me weak for that I seek

Not on this tracks for some dollars
Nor against some neighbouring fellas
This lane saves me from the eternal hammer
But none of my steps is of my power

I walk this echoing boulevard
My heart pounding so hard
To wear that crown waiting afar of
And to see the CHRIST once told of

UNRIGHTEOUS OLIVER TWIST

My eyes made her a meal
Which I ate behind the curtains
With the cutlery with my thighs
Her honey pot cured my appetite
And also caught my drift
One wrong trust and gone is that Saint
All help me welcome my proselyte
A freshman into the kingdom of sheets
My unholy convert, counting yet sinking
Chained to her conquest, sinking in her sheets
She's now a glutton of the bed
... The Unrighteous Oliver Twist

BURNT OFFERING

For their beliefs, there will be a deceased
Playing the shofar and also the flute
Its a contest to win the Creator
Your back staring at their holy book
Steals the nap of their holy volcano
But their tongues remain 'HOLY'

They love the Creator but burn his Creations
Provoke a dragon but question not their holy route
Else you shall meet your ancestors
HE is Love, Peaceful and Holy
But for Him, the line is drawn
And the war begins

Rehearsals of Armageddon they enact
The swords are naked, the laws are broken
Yet they are 'HOLY'
Perceive the aroma of their love, no taste
Its stuck on their tongues, no deeds
After worship its war time

One looks East the other looks Up
Re christen him as ownership seal
They mind not to pull the sword if you question their 'God'
Their holiness is hot, so test it not
Its a war to own the Creator
See them in spotless garments
Only them know the truth, anything but the Truth
So help them God

UNHOLY DÉ JAVU

Angel Gabriel flying around without wings
His sole through that door, her compass is lost
... He's got a message for Mary
Her exhorts her to the holy chamber
For a worship behind closed doors
In the sacred altar of the bed
His message is delivered
After the massage Virgin Mary is heavy
Now the sheets are stained and changed
After the hormonal worship
The spirit of marternity is come upon her
The 9 month course she begins
After the message in the sheets
Lo! A new member we await
Or is that Saviour No.2
Oh Gabriel, Angel or Brother
Holy is his face but not his deeds
... Virgin Mary, blessed are you amongst women
Buh who's the fruit of your womb?

UNRIPE TRANSACTION

Before I am 15 Papa has a new buyer
And Mama cannot halla
Because She sees a way out of suffer
I want some wooing from the boys
Still hang out with Amaka and Kafaya
Not some sale to an Uncle or GrandPa
Papa just stole my ‘HAPPILY EVER AFTER’

My YES or NO is off the table
As they erase my Wig and Gown
Peel off my Stethoscope and Syringe
Suddenly there’s a price on my pot
And they care not if I am hurt
How have I sinned against the gods?
That they watch this evil befall me

My unripe nectar already attracts prices
On my first or second paragraph comes their fullstop
Let the egg hatch before you want its yoke
Let the fruit be ripe before you dream its juice
Let the pot be ready before you seek its sauce
A little more, still needs Mama’s nurture
Please put me not through this torture

I hear voices in ‘The House’ shouting AYES and NAYS
To make me the article that satisfies their ways
To go in now would cause me great hurt
But this, they care not
These Vultures are now bold
My heart is heavy n cold
These big hands salivating for my small pot
Would pay any price to take me up North

Child to Bride, Gurl to Mother?!
That’s a big jump
If too little to hold a ballot paper
Why not little to wear your ring?
Allow me my tenure in the cradle
You that snatcheth of it
I’m not ripe for the aisle or your bed
I’m an immature street, you can’t come in now

I’m just a kid, not yet time to bleed
A lot of Mama’s care I still need
Papa and buyer show me some understanding
I have ripe sisters and there’s a roaster
They all before me, the tail of the row
So why ignore the queue
And disturb my cradle

Who do I run to, Who do I call on
When buyer is happy to pay
And Papa grateful to collect
And the AYES had it in ‘The House’
Father Lord I pray this Cup over me pass
Because I’m just a lass, still unripe is my ass
I pray this be a dream to wake up from
If this be some joke can it stop now
I am a Child not Bride; Girl not Mother

A lil scribble from a word artist…

DADDY NO!

Earlier on, in my unripe years

Together we jumped and played
His arms were my wall of security
Time and time uncountable
I fell to sleep in his arms
He calls me his little treasure
He is mummy’s sweetheart
And the only hero Junior knows
As age changed me, my night too has changed
As the door knob creaks
My heart begins to race
Much faster than a Bugatti Veron
A big figure creeps in
And the face very familiar
He inches closer and closer
To my corner of slumber
And I plead in whispers…
DADDY NO, DADDY NO

Daddy is my Protector in the day
Buh upon the night, I fear what he becomes
As his shadow reaches my door
My sweet dreams evaporate
And my nightmare awakens
My heart begins to race.
At a world record pace
I cry and sob, still pleading
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy heeds not
Now I’m Daddy’s secret supper
Like an Eagle he descends
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy enters again
Taking me to hell as he enters heaven
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy comes again
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But daddy has to reach the clouds
Like saw against wood
Daddy enters me asunder
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
DADDY NO! DADDY NO!
But Daddy is in Heaven
When my night tale I relate
Mummy and Junior call me mad
The Neighbors see me confused
My tender temple dreads nightfall
Because Daddy surely walks in
My cry always and night void of sweet dreams
Because Daddy always walks in

A lil scribble from a word artist…

THIS STRANGE SYNDROME

Mummy taught me all there is
Domestics, The Kitchen, Academics even Puberty
So what then is this
From where these butterflies in ma tummy
Why is my inside this funny
Mummy what’s happening to me

My Heart, my Mind
Seem to obey this fellow
Passing me, he makes want to follow
What be the strange new pull
Surely strange yet sweet
Mummy what happening to me

Somehow my Heart’s got a new boss
Chills down my spine, Goose bumps over me
Its like a drop of Heaven in me
What be this cold heat
Surely strange yet sweet

A dice in it should I take
Or for my life run
His shadow around my corner
Commissions a sugar refinery in me
What be this strange drama within me

How does he do this to me
Who is he, What are his powers
Without my permission
He’s a constant figure in my head
And the main subject of my Dreams

A glimpse of his face and my heart begins to race
Why on him is my heart kin
How come he makes my head spin
Just voice and a wink
My knees suddenly are weak

Why these strange surging signals
Is my Heart malfunctioning
Is this a new sickness
How come the pace of my heart he dictates
My focus he now owns
Mummy what’s happening to me

Mummy what’s happening to me
This syndrome I love and fear
Because in it I ain’t schooled
Despite me, it pulls me
If it were good Mummy would have said
But my heart gives me the nod
Who will save me from this betwixt

…A lil scribble from a Word Artist!

I AM A POET

I am of a breed very rare

Far more than the Polar Bear

But I hold more than the Pandora’s

I am like water

Without feet, yet reaches the Earth’s end

Knows locked secret places without a Compass

Without hands yet beat Rocks to pieces

My skill and Art is beyond you

So do not name it my friend

With the gift of gods and men

And the prowess of Angels am I endowed

Yet just a man

Buh equal me not to my peers

With my tongue and pen

I can make an Emperor cry

Have a dance with an Anaconda

Turn an Army into Dancers

Create another Atlantic in the Sahara

Paint a Masterpiece with the Colors of the wind

Make a Dragon sing

Yet just a Man

But not with a contemporary

With my tongue and pen

I can rock a hive of bee to slumber

I can make a rock smile

Command to halt a Tsunami

Wed a Lion and Antelope

Bring Warriors to their knees

Wake from sleep a Cementary

Fetch the Pacific in a cup

Yet just a Man

But with my tongue and pen

Another I am, simple yet invincible

Neither Celestial not Extra-Terrestrial

Not a god nor an Angel

Yet not your contemporary

I am just a Man, A man with a gift

I AM A POET

…A lil scribble from a W

TO THE WINDS

...Before the ring I was summoned
After Junior explored her caves
Gate crashed through a missing gate
I came in to see no altar
In a broken calabash was my landing
Behind the curtains they called
Before the sun its my shadow alone
The simple archer let me to space
The bow showed me no direction
I came to attend Love’s funeral
I am another kilo to this careless son
Now unripe mama has an egg to hatch
I sit and watch the children play
Steal a glance of a family pray
… But my mother still needs a mother
And my father still has to play.

KING OF THE PALOR

KING OF THE PALOR
Meet the Iroko reigning among shrubs
The king of all bottles he is

And slave of its content

He is a patron of the palour
A prisoner of its substance
In the parlour the duel begins
Bottles are falling, the man is sinking
Many bottles are conquered then in the gutter he reigns
His mouth is full but brain empty

Men become like trees when he is full
As bottles fall his sorrows are gone
But at dawn, seated by his door
Now Man and Bottle daily wrestle
Oh green bottle, please free this straying lad
And you, stray no more to that parlour
Forsake the bottle and know freedom
But NO! He’s always in control
While sinking he’s still in control

I am a common river, a simple liquid
But doubt not my great skill
Thy Brothers, Uncles and Fathers
Are in my palm as toys
Of your great men I have made muppets
After some cups in my lagger night
Their beds I make in the gutter
Just a taste and they go to waste
I’m at work to cause great mock
But he is always in control

I whisper Adieu to the Man in that boy
To the patron of that Parlour
Drinking and drowning, Drinking and drowning
I whisper Adieu to the casualty of the bottle
Caged in this refreshing quicksand
I have become a devoted mourner
For the million men in her bossom
But they are always in control
Even while sinking, still in control