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We were the book
It was flowing nicely
Until you turned it
Then I burnt the book
Case closed
"Au revoir Ma Cheri"
If Ondo is used for settlers
And Ogun is a river
Tell me about Oyo, an empire

You mispell Gwosh as Jos
Recognised Sokoto, a market
Far away from Osun, a river

Lakes is to Lagos
As Kogin is to Kogi
And Kebbi is synonymous to Ka'abba

Janzama, women power inspired Katsina
But Kano was a Blacksmith
While Kaduna means Crocodile

The people of the golden soils of Jigawa
To the river Imo Mmiri
They don't speak Gombe at all

Take me to the hills of "Enu Ugwu"
Following the hills in "Okiti"
Without navigating through Iduu

All Ebonyi are "Aboine"
Close the Delta that marries the atlantic
And Oyono, makes you Cross River

Don't say Benue, say "Binuwe"
Balga, Yelga, Salga formed Bayelsa
And I love Kasashen Bauchi

"Anyim Oma Mbala kwenu!"
But I love ladies from "Kwa Iboe"
Only legends understands this

Tell them I told you
Adamawa is a warrior
While Abia is a coinage

If I missed your state
Go back to the history books
This is just a drill...
Like a palmtree
You have held on strong
Trusting not in chariots
But The Uncreated Creator
HE promised victory
So, hang on, it's in view
Because God said so

Sometimes the tide comes strong
With torrents so powerful
But the best of Sailors smiles
Because it's just another day at sea
Wrapped up in glory and splendour

Look backwards with gratitude
Forward as an incurable optimist
For today is a reminiscence
Indulge and be happy
For it heralds the day you were born
And the heavens rejoiced
See the world as your stage
For He alone deserves all the praise

You are not alone
It is for a reason you are here
As God's greatest creation
Imbued with possibility mentality
And when all is done and dusted
I'll be here like a Fan
Cheering you on and on
For in lifting one another,s we grow
Dear Stranger
Dear Stranger
In yesterday's hugs
I got lost in your scents
I didn't want to let go
I was left in a trance
So, I engraved you in my heart
And buried you in a poem
I am justice
Blind to colour
Blind to race
Blind to tribe
I play it right

Before me;
All men are equal
Before me;
Might is not right
Right is right

Before you act; think
Before you talk, filter
If you do the crime
Trust me, you'll do the time
For my gavel will I bang
wind whines
haze rain
flings dishtowels
dupatta from
balconies.
150 kilometers
from the sea
I feel the chill,
nature bestows
a mini-monsoon,
relief
from summer’s sweltering
tirades.
but what destruction
could this storm, too, bring?
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