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People like us
Though less opportune
Still we’re shifting our course
Even when we’re stuck and confuse

People like us
See the world as classroom
We could expand our zoom
Like the earth is balloon

See at first, people like us
are so legit; I swore
But them freaky-*** dawg
Thought we’re ****** and dull

People like us
Ain’t give **** ‘bout political dude
We never bow to their rule
Never dance to their tune

People like us
Never get bough down with sorrow
Coz ‘leaders of tomorrow’
Is the aphorism we follow
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People like us
Listen to my pretty advice
Don’t be a devil device
So that your ship won’t capsize

So, people like us
Stay focus and keep calm
Never force-open the door
Work hard and obtain the lock
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See, know the child of who you are
Know your limit and your pause
keep going and never stop
Touch the sky, shoot past the stars
There ain’t no height you can’t surpass
People say....
This and that without thinking straight.
People chase....
effortfully till they meet dismay

People crave
For more than need-to-be-take
Then people play
and pray.....
for fun-filled days... and creamy cakes

People late....
Always wanna be on time; please don't keep em wait
People wake.
Quit dreaming great while still awake

People stake
Their heart for miragelike castle in Spain
And next, people create.... this messy space....
For their desire to proliferate
Without realising they're turning snake

People behave
irrationally farther from being sane
Shamelessly... you know.... "without feeling shame"

People change
One minute they're here, the next, they're on another space
People stray
Entangled by their emotions in disarray

People lie... and stylishly  deviate
Oh, I meant to say "sway"....
away from righteous way

People hey
Life ain't got "Yes" or "Nay", the answer's "May"
So, people Yay
Keep straying though one day you may find the way
I’ve always been at fault
Since I was born
Sometimes it feel like curse
Like I am stuck
And I lost the liver
The confidence to deliver
My body somewhat shiver
It’s hard to summon the courage
To spit what my heart coverage
Pain; sorrow
Vain; hollow
Lost hope for tomorrow
Misery; fear
Seasoning tear
Shattered beyond repair
Days with bad feeling
Nights counting ceiling
Same word; same ceiling
With nothing but same feeling
Empty and pale
Feeling of fail
Beaten and bullied as a child
Hurt and left out in the wild
Raised without anything
Struggling for everything
Adopted though not-orphaned
Accepting anything life offer
Problems and tragedy
Tucked-in silently
Used and molested
Left broken hearted
Close folks deserted
Love ones deceased
From life-threatening disease
Those are the threads that I weave
To form this poetic fabrics
But see; when situation broke me bad
Rhythmic poems stitch me back
With their words encrypt in my heart
And rhymes laced in my intestine
Poetry gave me a new soul
With her glowing light; I feel whole
I find it easy to express my stress
My state of mind and how I felt
In words
Than in talks
My speech delivery is whack; maybe
But with my pen; words never failed me
And all those circumstances that I’d dealt
Are the ink to my pen
I'm the prodigal son
Born with a gold-silver spoon
Mummy said when I was born
She was on her caramel top
Showing her Rïchïë stunt off

They call me the prodigal son
Platonically coz
I'm Sardonically born
By the gold-digger mom

Now, I'll tell you more
Of how this prodigal son
was practically born
to this satanical world

Yea, papa was a ****
Mama was a flirt
Then my mama gave birth
to this diamond in the ruff

Father is a political don
A strict guy to the core
I know...and
He knows that
I don't give a ****
Whether he's a don or not

When I was young
He used to be my hero,
All night long
He used to be my pillow
All that has gone
Now, he's my all time foe

Enough of his
What about me
Am I suppose to fall?
By another man flaws
I'm less of a greed
More of a bandit

Yea, I'm that thrifty one
Tagged filthy boy
I grew up a fatherless son
in a slum
not far from the north

I'm the prodigal child
Living life
With my cynical pride
Flaunting my dad riches
Oh! What a *****... I'm.

****, growing up was tough
Papa wasn't home
Mama got issue of her own
So I was left alone
Cold
in another family flow

As if that's not enough
Heavens know better; that
I smoke more than a weeder
Come visit my villa
It's more like a smoky lounge

Yea, call me the prodigal son
I'm rough and I'm bad
I'm different from them herd
I laugh when I'm sad
Coz my tears' ******* dry

I'm not done yet
I be the Casanova lad
My promiscuous act
Is topping the chart
They can't get enough of me
Em silly-dumb girls.

I'm that prodigal ****
That your papa doesn't want
That your mama warn you of
Okay now, run, little boy
Or your head 's getting hurt

But, to be honest
All these...
Doesn't behoove my parent
And this's
My mood of regret; please
Forgive and wish me the best.
Combo work from Wordsmith and Radioboi
"Que Sera Sera;” one of the lies that’s been passed down in ages
A sweet lullaby for the lazy
a lullaby that kills the will
We’re told; “Whatever will be; will be;”
but forget that what will be needs 'Will' to be

Destiny isn’t a scripted play; it’s a field
And man was gifted a tool; the name is "will"
Yet we sit; fold arms; and call it fate
as if the Most High created us to spectate

Not every dream dies because it wasn’t meant to be
Some die because someone refused to will it into being

“Que Sera Sera”; A lullaby laced in the lines of sages
but sweet on the tongue of passive cages
It's a chant for the chilled; not the chosen
a phrase for the frozen; who wait for fate with doors wide open
but never knock; never move; just hoping

“Whatever will be; will be”
sounds deep; but it ain't that deep
It’s how dreams go to sleep
It's how kings lose their crown
and blame the throne for sitting down

See; destiny ain’t a straight-line draft
It curves; it bends; it waits for craft
You were born with a map and a machete
Will you walk; or will you wait already?

Not every “meant to be” will see the light
Some stay in the dark 'cos you refuse to fight
Some die not from fate but neglect
buried in the soil of "what did you expect?"

So nah
Don’t sell your will for a whisper
Don’t call surrender scripture
Don’t paint apathy in gold and call it faith
God gave you breath; not brakes

“Que fit no sera sera”
what should be; might not ever be
if you let life happen passively
If you leave purpose to probability
you’ll forfeit your possibility

Because destiny without action? Is distraction
A poetic excuse for inaction
A fiction of fraction

So stand
Stand where the cowards sat
Dare where the doubters lacked
"Will" what must be;
’cos what must be might just flee
if you don’t become what you’re meant to be
What you think of me; matters small




What I think of me; matters more
She was so green at the start
Full of bliss and love-filled heart

Then as red as blood
With intent so innocence and pure

And then as white as the water
Purity like most friends will call her

Eventually as blue as the ocean
Full of visions and emotions

And then as brown as the earth
Dusted with commotion and bizzare

Suddenly as grey as the ash
Can't discern the wrongs from the right

Finally as dark as the night
Trekking on a thin thorny path
This is poetry for my friend; this is a letter to my real gee
You told me that I'm a winner; my achievement has no limit
You told me to keep it real; be nobody and just be me
Forget what haters say; you told me that I could be big
You told me that one day my pain will be gone in a gifi
When I go deep in thought; you get the key to my thinking
You're the closest to my heart; you're a friend more than a sibling
Through hardship and pain; like a mother, you never leave me
When I was feeling down; you'd only one that sees me cry
When I'm alone wishing that I could say goodbye
You refined my soul when I was acting prodigal
Amidst the good of life; you're my choice, the one I only wants
Through worst and better time; you're the arm that I'll be holding on
When all thought that I was whack? You said my rhyme is more than dope
And when I'm broke and full of sob; you showed me tomorrow full of hope
REAL MUSIC

Real dope rappers
Who write good flows
Not those whackers
Whose IQ ‘s low

Real emcees
Not them fake gees
Whose violence fancy life they pretend to live
In their video scene
Make them obscene

Rap shouldn’t be getting kids trapped
In a ****** life
Imagining wrongly outside the map
Now most of these kids had swapped
Their real life with that rap-gee crap
Things need to be done asap
Before things get out of bound
Before these kids gets out of hand

Rapping should be about feeling
Happening and politicking
And how we take beating
From murderous policing
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Rap should be a stencil
Unfading, unlike pencil
It should be a language, fundamental
That boots the mental
Coz rap music is special

Rap should be words arranged in rhythmic verse
To fit the beat and bass
Where the preceding rhymes
Fit the proceeding lines

Rap could be a war song
Against gunmen and war-thugs
To stop their inhumane wrongs
Like killing youngs’ and dropping bombs

Rap could be a love song
Song that keeps our vibe on
And become more strong

Rap could be an ornament
To our chameleon-like president
And those in the parliament
And other less-sensible personnel
In the government

Rap should be an inspiration
That helps you find solution
To war and destitution
And impact its contribution
as medication
To a mind filled with gruesome

Rap should be a resolution
To peace and revolution
Not the type that cause body and soul pollution

Rap should be about feeling
Not *** and drug preaching
Not fake-life flaunting
That leave the young heart bleeding

Rappers should be evolver
Logical thinker
Intellect ******
Who don’t just wear blinkers
They’re problem solvers

Realest cyphers
I’m talking real rap gods
Whose song do not preach hate
Whose line will all relate

How about those with silly way
Who’s supposed to be in jail
Coz their rhythmic way
And their wordplay
Preaches stray
And could derange the brain
Of the kids to decay

Let’s talk euphorism
Rappers whose rhythmism
Somewhat lacks euphemism
Whose art of lyricism
And rhyme algorithm
Lacks aphorism

I’m talking wu-tang pal
Not YMCMB clan
Whose art lack style
I’m talking 2pac
Whose rap never past

What about the music tycoon
Who make the world roam
Whose song gives the heart relief
And gives a warming beat
To a wandering lost soul

Real poetic wordsmith
Whose every word spit
Has a taste of God in it
And could make the world spin

But when rappers start displaying
An art that’s straying
And still gets to be known
That’s got to show
That they’ve bargain their soul
For fame, a chance to glow
Coz they’re rhythmic style is low
So, for them to blow
They’ve got to sold
Their body, heart and soul in whole

But rappers these day
Are just insane
Their lust for fame
Outlived their love for the game
thanks to Dammy Zuliha and Abdul Muhsin for the inspiration
gracia
Tell me, how can we fill the gap between rich and poor
How can you tell me; there’s no different between sweet and sour
Put on my shoes and walk through my sea and shore
Then you would feel my pain and see all the things I’ve saw
Go through my head and hack inside my deeper thought
Look in my heart and see the war I fought
Those born to poor family are forsaken by the gods
And if they wish to be rich, they must fight the odds
Life is hard and never easy for those born into slums
Poor children, they wish they were never born
In the slum part of the world, you will only see decay
Homes and gardens looking shabby; their sky is old and gray
The poor walk on the ground with their barefoot on mud
And the rich walk on the ground like their shoes ain’t meant for dirt
And they will treat the poor like a slave; like they’re one of em property
Don’t count yourself a failure if you’re born into poverty
Rich man; Rich man
Where is your dignity
people's sweat is your evening Schweppes
Their suffering is your hobby... funny
Their hungry tummy is your stomach yummy

Rich man; Rich man
You'll never know peace
For the riches you steal
And the things you give to buy that dignity

Rich man; oh Rich Man
Cruel and unsympathetic; with your evil-mind politics
Enslaving weak mind; with your rich man policies
No one dares challenge what you did or say
Anyone who dares tell the tale; won't live the coming day

Rich man; oh Rich man
Rich in knowledge or rich in cash
Rich in power or rich in class
Rich and wealthy; though your rich is farce
When it gets to showing-off; na you rich pass
Yet your riches never reach the mass

You're less of a leader and more of a boss
Your ways are devilish and your attitude is cross
You're not really rich; yea, you're richly poor
Listen to me' dog; don't close that door

Rich man; Rich man, heard you're damnly rich
Rich such that; you've reach the peak
The peak you reach and cut-off the breach
So, no one else could reach your streak

Rich man; Oh, Rich man
Soon you'll know the deal
Your mouth will open; but your goat won't bleat
The period will soon throw stone on you
Cos' even the devil is scared of you
And' even now; God is ashamed of you

Rich Man; Oh! Rich Man
You toxic heart will end up axed
You're crazily rich yet' your rich is trash
And for that; you'll leave in despair
Your soul will rot and turn to cotton in the air
And your spirit will be sent to the depth of hell

Earth will quake apart and swallow your body part
Your spirit will quiver as you're buried alive
Your sky(mind) will get broken and so will your heart
And when death comes to take you afar
No one will be there to bid you bye
I walk the street
Of the town labelled "Iroko hill"
I found this tree beautifully lined
The seeds and fruits dully aligned
Like a burning smile
On a sunny sky
The branch and leaves
Looks gorgeously green
Like a flowery beam
A sirius; it seems
The trunk and branch; tall and inclined
The flower glows
I wish she was mine
But I got the answer No
I picked a seed from a ***** branch
To give me hope
I plant this seed into the ground
I hope it grows
That after some years; if I'm still around
It'd yield a rose
But here I am
Stuck with this zombie plant
Although the leaves are bright too
But it doesn't outshine you
It's ego dare not near your might
It's just a subset of your light
So until the sun and moon collide
To eclipse my darkened sky
I won't give up the search
I'd hold on to this very path
Hoping you'd change your mind
And please be mine
Sitting lonesomely by my window side...... reminiscing my past
Watching cluelessly how many days have passed...... since I felt alive

Oh, these woes I can't outgrow, how can I grow
Lost in my soul's black hole; I can't find home
I've been forever tadpole; I cannot toad

Minds troubling
The thoughts are popping in
Pestering me
The voices creeping in; telling me... pick your pen
You've been silent for long; ... be a man

You're a master of your arts
Let go of the stuffs in your heart
Script out your woes in rhymes

But hey; what should I write about
Is it how I'm bough; with stuffs that I avowed
Or times that I'd bowed to a sect that let me down

Should I write about my misery
The mystery that I've been living-in
Family feuds, trauma and horrifying history
Wounds of the past, I wouldn't try reliving it.

Should I write about my downs and downs
My wrongs that's wronged or downs that's downed
The hurts that's tucked; or the ones cried out

Hunm; thoughts are plenty; but my pens arent penning
Fams and folks; I don't have any

My words are fluffed; but I keep on pencilling it
Too many errors; so I keep on stencilling.

The lines aren't lining; I'm lost in the verse
It's like the earth 'd outline me and shipped me to Mars
****, the weather is harsh
Would I even survive

I feel.... sea-bounded
At this point, the map seems boundless
The compass spinning pointless;  the anchor creaking mindless
Road endless; they can't even found us

But what could I do; all I feel is defeat
Floating apsidal; now that I'm drown in this bridle joint
If only I could; Rewrite this gumming script
Maybe it wouldn't be titled... the saddle point
I want you to love me
The same way I did
I want you to touch me
And heal the pain conceive
I want you to crawl
I want you to fall
Inside the pool of love
I need you to tell me
If loving you is wrong
I swear I 'll be strong
I just need to be sure
If I 'm truly yours
And if I never be
I will forever bleed
The only thing I wish for
Is you could check inside
And see the bigger picture
Then I want you to burn
I want you to steal
I want you to bleed
And see how it feels
A breakup
Is this what you want
Nothing more

Once upon a time
I was your knight
Why'd you leave too soon
When our love is yet to bloom

You once said you're my moon
And I am the stars
Even at noon
You still make that glowing spark
You outshine the sun
Even though I'm rough and poor
You treat me like I have it all

You said this love
is just enough
That no matter what
You'd be the lightening to my thunder
That our mutuality will never go asunder

But those stuffs...
seem to matter no more
Now I'm nothing more than a despicable boy
Now all that's left is pain and hurt

Sweetheart, why the sudden change?
Why are you fill with rage?
Hell, I am the cause of all this pain
I take the blame

Even if you don't feel the same
For me, nothing 's change
I still love you the same
But if this is where our love is bound
I'll see you around
I roar like a lion; I’m cannon with one eye
I’m the king of riddle rap; I’m an ion without charge
I’m a sapien without a soul; I’m a xion without life
I’m a python with deadly toxic; I’m immune to dawg bite
I’mma make you distrategise like a poet with one rhyme
My art is monopolies; there exist only one I
Well, that sound a little harsh
I’ll call it a bittle task that I must pay to silly ***(es) if you ask me
You know how much it hurts when my account is loosing cash
My brain is my bank where I store my riddle raps to gun this little whackies down to little ashes
I pilot my heart and soul from the deck of single mind; before my feeling crash(es)
Seems the sky is loosing gas
****; I’m leaving earth
I’m a real dawg, and this rap is like a bone I’ll hold on tight to
And I’ll keep doing my thing till I’m crown with don title
Hello sister; can I have a word with you for a second
I see you as a good girl but other thought you 've got a different dimension
You dressed decently; putting a hijab on a skirt and blouse
But you 're something else when you 're outside your father's house
You 're a wild girl outside; but your neighbours taught you 're a decent girl
Half-bad and half-good like she 's stuck in bewilderment
She 's on the street scuffing; sniffing and puffing the cigarette
Looking for exotic-guys as she surf through the internet
She dress solo; she wears tight jean to make her *** looks mono
She rides solo; she wears "I 'm ****" logo
She rolls her artificial eyelids up and down as she walks through the district
A slim teen at the age of sixteen
Posting pictures on facebook; asking how do her face look
Black girl turns white and disastrous like space nuke
Posting half-naked pictures on instagram just to get more likes
She 's gone astray; and her dignity has gone on strike
She lies on her bed seductively; taking pictures inductively
She 'd loss her senses; she can't reason deductively
SlayQueen 's gon wild now; she 's no more domestical
She never minds the critics who says her life is pathetical
She shows her nice curve; dancing hot at the night club
a feeling of being hysterical; she can't resist a guy's touch
She displays her pale skin; and she smiles with fake grin
Young girl turns woman; Miss independence, Madam Slay Queen
She 's a witch of a high class;
with her vision behind glass
And now the lights and camera are all on you
Take pretty pictures is what you do;
Your ***** soul is the devil's bin.
Slay king & slay queen; two disgusting being
I wish a selfie would reflect
Our shortcomings and defects;
Our character and worse behaviour;
And let it stinks out to the neighbours.
The consequences of our stupidity,
And our heart with less rigidity.
How old are you when you loss your virginity
Maybe sixteen; a noble-less girl without a dignity
You're beautiful from the lens of a camera
Yet your character disgusts like cholera.
Your pictures go viral
50k likes on your slay pics, you are the girl that every guy admire
You put your boyfriend over your parent; you could talk to em aggressively
You allow your boyfriend to lay with you intensively
Sister; you 're not his only boo;
You 're just one of a kind, his first-class *******
All in the name of being caring; you 're just a JUST amidst his multitude
You better think better;
Think better and be clever
Try taking a selfie of your inner person;
Edit your flaws, let your ignorance lessen;
Brighten your heart, let your prudence strengthen;
And do away with spots that your virtue threaten.
Remember man; when you were young; a helpless baby
And its uncertain; if you will survive or die young maybe
You want a good posture but you couldn’t sit yourself
You wet and excrete on your nappies and you couldn’t clean yourself
Your bones and muscles are weak; with low resistance
There’s nothing you can do on your own without assistance
When you’re hungry; you can’t tell or feed yourself
You can’t concede a solid food; there is no teeth in your mouth
Then you start growing up and you start to crawl
And every time you stand up; you can’t move; you’re scare to fall
He’s scare to take a step; he needs a help to walk
Now this kid is developing and growing tall
Now this kid is grown up and he is mature
He walks around, dine along through sea and shore
He boast around and regard himself independent
He goes up and down thinking he’s something special
He act like he made himself and forget his origin
His earlier age of stand and fall; he’s forgotten everything
But soon you’ll get to a stage of trash and no road
If by chance you live long and has the chance to grow old
And once again you will be dependant and weak
You won’t be able to stand or move unless you’re supported by stick
And once again you can’t stand you’re scare to fall
You can’t take a step forward; you need a help to walk
Upon your bed lying helpless; unable to perform your role
Death stood by your head; waiting to take out your soul
And that’s his end; now again your soul is relaxed
Just like a kid; now again they give him a bath
His body is under the ditch; six feet and his soul on the other side
Now he understand the reality of living under the sand
Your wife, children and friends and wealth are all gone
That’s when you will understand the concept of life is not fun
You’re alone on your own under the last mansion
And the company that remain is your good and bad actions.
Be it sun; be it rain
Be it fun; be it pain
Be it blur; be it plain
I'll be the shade where your worries lay

Just like flowers and them bumble bees
And like fire accompanied by wind
Or more like the sun makes the farmland green
You are my ribs; my source of energy

What's a poetry without a rhyme
a stonefish without it's spine
Shapeless and boredom with prosy lines
That's how'd be with you out my life

Be it night; be it day
Be it shine; be it gray
Be it aye; be it nay
My love will stay... till forever fade
Baby stay with me
Make my heart your home
You will be my guardian
And we could build a rome
Baby stay with me
Through every wrong or right
We could be like moon and star
And make the night look bright
Baby stay with me
Because you’re my drug
You will be my socket and I will be the plug
And forever ‘d be our starting point
Baby stay with me
Coz I can’t live without you
Ask me if I’d be your heaven and earth
And I will tell you “I would”
Baby stay with me
Although today is blur
But tomorrow could be brighter
And we could have enough
Baby stay with me
I’ll be your half in love
No matter how little I have
I’ll give you my world
Baby stay with me
And I’ll be your armour
I will fight against the odds
If they trynna harm ya
Baby stay with me
I wont man you with greed
And I will do everything
To satisfy your needs
Baby stay with me
Be my love and friend
And even when we reach heaven
Our love will never end (we would continue there)
Baby stay with me
You know I’ve always been lonely
You know my life is lifeless
Coz you’re the only one for me
Baby stay with me
I’ll never misuse my ego
Although some people trynna rid you
But we’ll overcome their evil
Baby stay with me
And never let me down
And let’s write the kind of story
That ‘ll make the world say wow
Its 2002
Five years after mum and dad split up to two
So I never get to do what I used to when my parent was still star and moon
Trying to adapt to a way of life that’s totally new
Odered aroung like a puppet and being told what to do
But I’m determined to stand on my own; till I substantly grew
And I learn that dad and mum gat their own struggle too
So I was prepared to work till I loose the soul of my shoe
And walk on my foot; if that’s what’s left to choose
And I think that I should; because the star is exactly where I shoot
Ten years later; I get to meet the father that I never knew
And I want to tell him how bad I never get the chance to choose
How I was deeply hurt inside but couldn’t show-out the wound
How my sister had to die amidst this family feud
How I’d being nursing this pain; but‘d keep it hid
But I was force to accept a father who was never there for his kids
So dad, since you and mummy separate
I only had the chance to see my mom once in an age
And you in decade
Why can’t the two of you reconciliate
Now is the time to accept the responsibilities that you never took
And be a caring parent that you never could
But there’s a family feud hidden that I never knew
The fsmily feud that keep shattering the two of you
But deep down; you’re more like the stars and moon
Irrespective of a family feud; I’ll still love you
In halls where wisdom softly swells,  
The teachers toil through endless bells.  
Their voices craft the future’s song,  
Yet bear a burden far too long.  

With steady hands; they mold the mind,  
But justice still; remains unkind.  
They ask for fair; yet walk alone,  
Their struggles silent; rarely shown.  

For every soul they guide and teach,  
Their own ambitions fade from reach.  
But in their hearts; a fire stays bright,  
Through darkest hours; they guard the light.  

They stand as towers; tall and strong,  
Though wages small; and hours long.  
Their dreams may bend; their backs may break....
Yet still, they give for others' sake.  

The chalk-stained hands; the tired eyes,  
For others’ futures; they will rise.  
And though their needs are cast aside,  
They press ahead; with quiet pride.  

Oh lift the teachers; hear their plea—  
The ones who shape eternity.  
For every life they’ve helped to steer....
We owe them more than words can cheer.  

But hope will come; the day will turn,  
When teachers get the due they earn.  
For in their hands; tomorrow lies—  
A future bright beneath the skies.  

Let’s praise their work; their tireless fight,  
For in their care; the world finds light.  
Give them the honor long denied...
And walk with them; all side by side.
Teach me how to love; I'm lost in the motion
Tossed in the ocean; frost-bit devotion
Heart’s been a vault; locked with corrosion
Now I’m just numb; lost the emotion

Teach me the way; 'cause I stray from the meaning
Played with the demons; bathed in the bleeding
Love was a game; now it’s pain that I’m feeding
Shadows embrace every face that I’m seeing

Teach me the touch that don’t crumble to nothing
Trust isn’t rushing; lust isn’t loving
Tired of running; my soul is combusting
Built out of scars and the weight of destruction

Teach me to give; not just take till it’s hollow
Swallowed my sorrow; prayed for tomorrow
Chased every thrill till the feeling was borrowed
Left in the ruins of hearts that I’ve sorrowed

Teach me to heal; let me breathe through the fractures
Love ain't a play; ain't a scene full of actors
Trust ain't a chain; or a dream full of captures
Faith ain't a game; ain't a scheme for the trappers

Teach me to fight when the light starts to flicker
When love isn't quick; when the nights turn bitter
Not to let go when the weight gets thicker
Not to let pride make the ties grow thinner

Teach me to love; not just speak it in riddles
Not just the start but the depth and the middle
Not just the heat when the passion is little
But when it’s cold and the silence can whittle

Teach me to love; make it raw; make it real
Show me the way; let my soul start to feel
Break every chain; let these wounds start to heal
Teach me to love; let me know that it’s real
Out of all; you're my leading mate
Being together forever; that's my hidden faith
I never knew that things will change
My life has been reframe by a bleeding fate
I can't comprehend what my feeling say
I feel so weak and tired like a sleeping face
It seems those words have killed me brain
My heart aches and my head gives me pain
I'm stuck in the middle of greed and hate and it got me retain
I keep asking questions that this pain had sow
Is it true that another half has take my whole
Is it true that someone else now make my role
No! Tell me it's not so! Or take my soul
Somewhere deeper around my soul' this pain has bored ah hole
I think I'm going to die of this pain
I think my pun will fell and deflate
I'm living naked; my heart has lost its case
And now my life is not the same
I spent my night crying
Thinking about how much I've been trying
I spent my life trying to build a future for me and you
But now you're gone and my whole plan is ruin; I can't belief it's true
It's too late for me to say I love you
Coz you've already moved on
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There's no distraction to mask off what is real
I felt a huge sorrow
Coz all I've got now is your shadow
They call me this; they call me that
The *******; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone

I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets
Spitting out truth where silence competes

Yea I’m that guy
Who questions the lies and rewrites the past
Who builds with words what’s meant to last
From broken dreams to skies untamed
Every verse I write I sign unashamed

I’m that guy who wields the pen like a sword
Cutting through noise; a sharp vocal chord
The lover of love the fighter of wrongs
The voice of the voiceless in unsung songs

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s knocked to the ground but refuses to break
Who gathers the pieces that others forsake
The pain in my heart becomes fuel for my fire
Each step I take lifts me higher and higher

I’m that guy; who lives in the ink
A rebel who dreams who dares to think
From soaring heights to the gutter’s embrace
I map the world with a poet’s grace

Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
Writing the day and rewriting the night
A New Age Sage; yea I’m that guy
In the heart of Africa... a tale unfolds,
of oil and gold... diamonds and coal
riches untold... of lands turned cold.
Our soil, a treasure... deep and vast
Yet stolen by shadows from the very past.

Corrupt leaders sit... on lofty thrones
Trading futures... for foreign loans.
They dine in luxury... in gold arrays,
While the people suffer... lost in haze.

The streets are weary... hope is thin
Promises broken... time and time again.
They speak of change... with polished lies
ELÖFÖKANBALÈ... now, our tensions hyped
While poverty stares... through our hollowed eyes.

Politicking thrives... in power’s game
A cycle of faces... but all the same.
The ballot's a joke... the votes erased
Democracy trampled... justice displaced.

The Europeans came... with flags unfurled
Promised progress... but pillaged the world.
From diamonds to oil... they took their fill
Leaving nations hollow... against their will.

They drew the borders... stole the grain
Fed on our sweat... left us in pain.
Our forests felled... our rivers bled
While leaders watched... their pockets fed.

We were taught to be cowards... so we tucked it in,
"Ranti omo eni t'oun sey"... know the child of who you be.
A will passed down from fathers to sons,
To bear the chains even when freedom runs.

Silent we stood, our voices withdrawn,
Like trees in a storm with roots undone.
"Ẹni tó bá dáké, t'ara rẹ́ 'aba daké," they said,
But how do we speak when our spirits have bled?

We were told to bow... to lower our crown
"Be an ọmọlúàbí, dâkê or face the frown".
Yet, in the quiet... there’s power untapped,
In the silence... our future is wrapped

We couldn't win them... so we blend in,
But deep inside, our fight will soon begin.
For now, we rise... refusing to fall.
The courage they silenced, we’ll answer its call.

Leaders of tomorrow; they said it aloud.
But tomorrow never comes... though the promise was proud.
We grew in the shadow of words never true
Waiting for the day when our light would break through.

But the future they spoke of remains out of reach,
A dream deferred by the ones who preach.
"Your hope 'd be renewed"... we were told
Yet they keep us chained in the stories of old.

But now we know, it’s in us to rise.
To break through the lies and open our eyes.
The leaders of tomorrow are here today,
No more waiting... no more delay.

For the time is now... the fight is ours
We’ll claim our strength... our hidden powers.
We’ll lead our own path... let our voices run,
Because tomorrow's promise starts with the rising sun.

Africa's spirit... fierce and bold
Refuses to be bought... Refuses to be sold.
In unity... we'll stand and rise
Reclaim our land... beneath clear skies.

For this is home... where ancestors rest
A future brighter... when we stand our best.
No more chains of greed or lies
Africa will soar... when her people wise.
In the land where the sun kisses the soil
Where abundance once sprang from honest toil
Now hunger prowls... like a restless beast
And famine mocks every hoped-for feast

The yam barns are empty... the granaries bare
The fields once golden... now stripped of care
Scarcity spreads... like harmattan dust
A bitter curse... on a broken trust

A goat tied too long... will chew the rope
But here even ropes... can’t kindle hope
The people cry... their stomachs hollow
Yet promises are all they’re forced to swallow

Once we planted and reaped with glee
But now our labor feeds misery
The crops have shriveled... the rain's gone dry
And government officials just walk on by

They gather in chambers as grand as a king's
Sipping their wine while the poor eat sins
With every policy... they widen the gap
Burdens doubled... a sinister trap

The river that forgets its source will run dry
But these leaders have turned a blind eye
Their roots forgotten... their hearts turned cold
Their greed devours the nation’s gold

Let me tell you about Mama Folake’s plight
Who toils from dawn until the night
Her palm oil business used to thrive
But now she struggles to keep her family alive

Her son Ade once bright with dreams
Now sees the world in muted themes
No school fees paid no books in hand
The future crumbles like dry sand

The lizard that nods in the sun has seen things
Ade nods too but only hunger stings
His mother tells him to keep the faith
But faith alone won’t fill a plate

Inflation is a thief that robs unseen
Turning Naira to paper hopes to dreams
A bag of rice now a tale to tell
The average Nigerian lives in hell

And yet the leaders play their charade
Making policies like poorly sewn trade
One week it’s fuel the next it’s tax
They strip the people while lining their sacks

The monkey sweats but its fur hides the tears
Behind their smiles are our growing fears
They draft decrees in ivory towers
But down below survival sours

The streets are loud with unspoken cries
The markets echo with desperate sighs
Bread is a luxury... meat a dream
And corruption runs like a poisoned stream

When the bush burns the grasshopper loses its home
The common man is left to roam
His sweat builds the mansion he’ll never see
While the rich feast on his misery

But oh dear land even the night must end
Even a bent tree will someday bend
A story is told of a bird in flight
Who fell to the ground but found her might

The people will rise their voices clear
Their strength forged in pain year after year
For the drum that beats the loudest will burst
And the people's anger will quench this thirst

The tide will turn the tables will shift
And justice will rise from this rift
The leaders may build walls high and wide
But the power of truth they cannot hide

The land will heal the barns will fill
The laughter of children will light the hill
And as history writes this bitter song
It will mark the day the hungry grew strong

No matter how long the night the dawn will break
And justice will serve what greed could not take
So let the tale be told far and near
A new Nigeria will soon appear
I disobey You; my Lord; yet You call me back to grace...
I stray a thousand times; yet You never turn Your face

I sin in the daylight; I sin in the night...
Yet You cover my shame; conceal me from sight

I took from the world; but forgot what You gave...
I walked into darkness; yet still; You forgave

I spoke what was false; I mocked what was true...
Yet Your mercy still flows; like the morning dew

I broke my word; I broke my vow...
Yet You mend my soul; then teach me how

Had it been men; they would cast me aside...
They’d whisper my faults with laughter and pride

They’d sit in their corners; rebuking my name...
They’d shun me; condemn me; and add to my shame

They’d mock my weakness; they’d call me a fraud...
But You; my Lord; still open the door

If it were humans; they’d count my sin...
Weighing my worth; deciding I’m thin

But You; the Most High; You see through the clay...
You know I am weak; yet love me anyway

You veil my disgrace like the clouds veil the sun...
You wait for my steps when I try to run

You heal without mocking; You give without scorn...
You whisper Your love before I am born

No debt too heavy; no past too flawed...
For You are the Merciful; the One True Lord

Indeed; You; my Lord; are the Most Loving and Forgiving...
The King of Kings; the Ever-Living
The one who faulter
Always see the misuse of clausal
In words other folks utter
But their own level of blunder
Is beyond semantic border

When people see the Faulter
Their voice’s got to come down
I mean; they’d got to mutter
Or else he’ll out-hauled ya
And make y’all feel like defaulter

Anyway; don’t bother
He’s just a wave; I mean disturbance
Who’s trying to put you under
And make you feel like you’re smaller
With the hurting words he utter

The one who faulter
I see; you get phrasal appraisal
For those you syntactically ******
And those that you make feel like you’re worth than
And for your ballyhoo blabber

The one who faulter
Always note the mistake of others
See; the one who faulter
Always speak to impress
When others do express _ themselves __ he jest
Aiming to make them feel less

The one who faulter
I heard your first name is grammer
You’re the top gammer; infact you’re the alpha
But; how far
Is that a reason for you to see others as gamma

The one who faulter
Always put on his shoulder
You know; a linguistic hunter
With his fanatic grammer
But listen to this word-art
Fluency is not the portal
To a successful life span

Let’s put that aside
Why’d you act like you can’t commit liguicide
When none is above grammatical suicide
So, why give yourself ah heart-attack
Or pro’ly ended-up berserked

You call yourself a philosopher; I wonder
Have you win a soul over
Or it’s fun making heart sober
And de-philosophising others
But unlike them; your psych cannot put me asunder

The one who faulter
Tell me; what have you achieved
Beside you being a criticizer
Brother; don’t that make you a freak
Coz your mind state ‘s been altar

Now listen
Even scientist like newton
And others who invented interesting new thing
Don’t need your linguistic-type English
To express their point of view
Hope that concept gets to you
*
Anyway Mr Faulter
The aim of language is to understand each other
So, leave the grammatical slogan
For the linguish brother
More important; English is not the language of my ancestral father
The Puppeteers’ Play

They share the world as if it was their own
Carving borders into flesh and stone
A puppet-show with power strings
While we dance to the songs their greed still sings

Bomb Iraq; and we’ll pay you with gold
Arms in their hands; but the truth stays cold
Blood spills cheap when the market’s right
And war is just business wrapped up tight

Israel rains fire; Gaza is dust
Children in graves; their names lost to rust
Peace is a myth; when profits are high
When nations decide who should live or die

The U.S. cleanses; yet claims to defend
Wiping out cultures it swore to befriend
"Democracy’s coming;" they say with a grin
While bodies pile up and wars never end

Move Gazans to Jordan while they close their own border;
Claim it's for peace; but the lies only grow bolder
Tanks roll in... while they weep on the sand
A homeland erased by a merciless hand

Condemn the oppressed; let the strong run free
Justice bends where the rich hold the key
The world turns away; pretending not to see
As history repeats in hypocrisy

Europe still acts like Africa’s land
Draining its veins with a colonial hand
They take the diamonds; the gold... the oil
Then call us savages lost in turmoil

The UN speaks; but its hands are tied
A lapdog wagging by the West’s side
Condemn the weak; let the strong go free
Justice depends on the powers that be

And Africa.... oh Africa; blind and bound
By leaders who sell their own for a crown
They bow to the West; they trade their kin
As long as their pockets are full within

Brothers at war; sisters in pain
Divided by greed; yet we’re all the same
No love within; no unity found
Just fighting for scraps on bloodied ground

Muslims labeled as terror’s face
A billion souls reduced to disgrace
A single man sins; the whole faith is blamed
But when others do worse; they’re never named

Fear is currency; power the game
Divide by color; then set it to flame
Black or white; it’s always been
A sin to lose; a crime to win

Haemophobia; don’t let the weak survive
If they bleed too much; they’re cast aside
No care for the sick; no love for the poor
Just numbers rising in death’s own store

They speak of peace with sharpened knives
They shake your hand; then steal your life
A world on fire; yet they pour the fuel
And laugh while we fight like mindless fools

History repeats; the cycle spins
The puppets change; but the play begins
They share the world; they take... they own
And leave us lost; blind and alone.
Not hunger; no; not the ache of the poor
But pride in a dress; and the thirst for more
Not empty pots; not broken bread
But sweet; slick words that turned their heads

Kiise because of empty plates
Cos' she had gardens; she had gates
She's no street girl, no, she ain't born for coins
Yet she danced where fire and shame conjoins

"Oju loro wa; inu l’oro ku;"
The face may smile; but the heart hides rue

Ẹnu dídùn, ẹrin amúlùmálà,
A sugared tongue can sell banana,
She called him “Brother”
“Alasiri mi"; “My person,” “He’s just too nice"
But behind every “bestie” she swore was harmless...
Lurked a shadow with a price.

He warned; "stay away from that male friend; that whispering breeze"
But she mocked his worry; and called it disease
"You're insecure;" she laughed; with pride
Till tears found rivers she could not hide

Besties and backbones; they called them sweet
While secrets bloomed beneath their feet
He kissed her mind before her lips
And stole her soul with honeyed scripts

"Shey you no trust me ni?” she'd say to her man; “oh, you’re insecure.”
But trust was a window she left open; until shame walked in the door.

Not every smile is holy ground
Not every shoulder is safe or sound
"Confidant" today; but digger tomorrow
Building castles of regret and sorrow

The trap was not sudden; the trap was slow
A garden of laughter; hiding woe
She played with fire; called it light
Until darkness swallowed her sight

For every video the world has seen
A thousand more live in between
Secrets tucked in perfect gowns
Sins that never make a sound

Ṣọ ra, arábìnrin, guard your flame,
Not every candle bears your name.
Ẹnu dídùn le fà èṣù wá
A honeyed tongue can sell your star
The tongue that flatters can also slay
And wolves wear suits in clear broad day

In the end; Dear sister...
The devil does not always come with horns
Sometimes he comes as comfort...
As kindness, well-dressed and sworn.

Let’s not confuse attention with affection
Or presence with protection
Let’s remember....
Some men befriend your soul, only to auction your reflection.

So guard your gates
Love who loves you, even in truth’s raw form
Lest you join the growing silence
Of those who fell, and now mourn
He is coming again
He will strike like never before
He stings more like a scorpion
He is despise by many
Even his people love him not
He has been around for long
But nobody seems to welcome him
He is coming again...
Everybody running helter-skelter
The market is nothing but scurry
Like a war zone,
No one wants to be affected
With the strong weapon he wields
Many people at large at his sight
He is coming again...
No one can withstand his wrath
The noblest is not sure
The wealthy is scared
The dumb speak more about him
The deaf hear him clearer
The blind see him often
The poor live not by it
He is coming again...
Our Pastors shy, our Imams timid
Our politicians make no friend with him
Our judges visit him not often
Our police know not his house
Our families are searching for what is not lost
Our Children are not familiar with him
He is coming again...
No place is safe to hide
For he strikes like thunder
No one to turn to
For everyone is not pure
No darkness can cover him
For he sees even in the dark
His shadow covers everywhere
He is coming again...
He has paid his dues
his journey is far away wonder land
But, he has boarded a vehicle that will arrive
Sooner or later he will arrive
Tell the black widow
Caution the wealthy
Let the powerful be aware
Wake the heart of the feeble
The TRUTH is coming again.
Its been years that she arrived
Pleasuring my heart like it was hers
Changing the tides... like...
Aye! it's the beginning of my life

And I... treasuring her like the Dutchman Mine
the apple of her lover's eye
like she's the vein connecting my brain to my heart
Ah hybrid of wisdom and beauty combined
She brings stability to my mind
Can't wait to make her my wife
In my home, keeping her close to my heart

But Nah, she's ready to fly
Don't know how, what and why?
Unconsciously breaking the heart that we have tied
Turning a smiling face to teary eyes
I'm going to miss her in my sky
The woman I love
Feast amidst the star
Jealoused by the beauty god
The star wish they shine as her

The woman I love
Bask in the morning light
Wrong is not a word in her world
Everything she does is right

The woman I love
Is poetically romantic
Her words were the rhythmic rhyme
That make my heart beat a thousand times

The woman I love
Makes my heart beat back and forth
And she possess the torch
That guides me home when I’m lost

The woman I love
Gorgeous and mightily blessed
**** even in ah hijabi dress
Not the sexiness that cause temptiness

The woman I love
Is ah hybrid of brilliance and beauty
No beauty plus; she’s endowed with wisdom + (plus)
She’s the only rib that suits me

The woman I love
Has the sunlight on her face
She possess that awakening touch
That resurrect a bruised and shattered heart; and her cuteness never fade

The woman I love
Possess immortality; thus she never age
Dream, nightmare; weak and fear
None of that outrage

The woman I love
Possess what none other has
She holds perfection at her hand
Even perfection is not as perfect as her

The woman I love
Probably doesn’t want me back
Maybe there’s someone else she does
Maybe someone else possess her heart

Dear Woman I love
Even though; you don’t as much
I just want to let you know
That I love you so

So, woman I love
If at all; there’s a world after this
I’ll be there; waiting at the heaven’s gate
Where we’ll be forever mate
They were here yesterday
Acting like they wouldn’t fade
All over the place
Showcasing their beautiful face
Their 6pack on display
The only thing they can’t devour is age
Now there they lay
In an everlasting grave
In ah non-stopping pain
Rust and decay

They were here yesterday
Powerful and filthy rich
Looking twenty-five when they’re fifty-six
Coz they’re dully fit
Balling at the peak
Immortality is the only thing
They couldn’t reach
Coz their kryptonit kit
Wouldn’t keep them till a hundred and fifity-six
What a meteoric hit this freak is in

They were here yesterday
Beautiful black woman looking blonde
Balenciaga is the only thing they rock
And when they talk
The autumn leaves start to fall
They only ball with handsome boys
Celebrities and hoodies thugs
Now they’re really shove
They’re 42 but they look 64
No; I’m not talking Celin Dion

They were here yesterday
Fighters; warlords; boxers and wrestlers
Knights of A-tactical
their fist was a face damager
teeth scavenger
damage ya; cerebrovascular
they belong to clique of great caliber
they’re stars of nebula
like space manager
but now they’re bodybag in that rectangular box
layed in an ambulace bus

They were here yesterday
But where are they today
Where are they now?
They’re layed down
Six feet graveyard
No more summer at texas
Not even wildlife safari in Capetown
Zero Gucci and Louis-Vuitton
And when they’re judged
By the creator; there’d be nowhere to run
Their deed is the only they get in turn
Either to be blessed or forever burn
So stop living a life of ****
For tomorrow when you’ll be no more
Is soon to come
People judge...
too much
But that doesn't mean people are just....
too wrong

Their judgements are base....
on the part they see.
But stuffs they see....
might be far from real

Aye "my Gee"
Their judgmental course....
can't be processed at court
Yes "my lord"....  
The court hearing has been adjourned

Okay, okay...  
Let's state the fact
Judgement is a tact...
That weak people use...
Words misconstrued
to make others confused

Well, that could be truth
Most people do.....
Judge from words told  
by them jury folks

Lies they contrive
And then they connive
to spew and judge
Tittle-tattle stuff
That's far from their scope

The next you see
is... you're being abused,,,
Sorry, I mean accused....
of being this and that
with their judgemtal dart...
pointing at you

And at the end of the day,
You're the one who'd be paint
As the the badass mate

Hunm, that's deep  
But if I may ask
Are you...
being accused  
Or wrongly judged
By someone ***?
Not really that
Just thinking out loud
It's 1:00am in the night
I closed my eyes
but my mind seems hesitant
My soul seeks for a place to hide
But my spirit acting irrelevant
A devastated hurtful heart
Beating backwards every time
each beat comes a little late and with questions?
'Like how and why?'
'did you not cry?'
'Why is thy eye?'
'Filled with tearful smile'
'is your tear sack dry?'
'From those hurtful trials?'
Enough is enough
Don't tell me there is true love
No, I don't wanna hear such a disgusting stuff

True love should be independent
Wholeheartedly aligned; not indented
Lovers shouldn't feel indebted
For the love they co-invented

"I love you to the moon and back"
"The stars are the witness to our...
rhythmically beating heart"
"For you only; my heart' beat forth and back"
Well, all those might just be brutal lies
Lies and lies; until those lies have no more space to lie

Okay; tell me; what is this thing called love
Isn't it the combo of loyalty and trust
Accompanied by stuff like affections and such
Why do we still search for more;
Shouldn't love be sufficient for us?

Well, love doesn't always stand true
Cos' everyone you give you heart to
Will break it in different way
Some will break it into two
Some will trap it to a close-edge cage

Some will throw it into the wildest zoo
Some will manufacture hell out of you
Some will shatter it to the tiniest atom
Some will turn it to the sourest alum

At the end of the day
You will find, that love is two-faced
Cos' it tends to not be enough
When it isn't beneficial at all

When you fall in love
You'll become a sage
The sky above
changes to a poetry page
And then you'll see
The stars as ink
Forming galaxies
Of rhythmic rhymes.

Your lovers' smile
will give you wings to fly
Looking to her pair of eyes
Will feel like paradise
A kiss from her
Will make your plane crash-land
Without being harmed

She/He'll be all your need
at that time indeed
But soon you'll find
That love for cash
And stuff that shines
Supersedes all of that
Especially if you aren't a good looking guy
With urbanic style

And she'll leave you behind
For that good-looking guy
And become the wife
Of that corporate guy
Who's got phat yard
At the country side

And then; you'll be there
Feeling despaired
Towards yourself

But all I want to say is this
Love Isn't always what it seems...
Sometimes; it's overrated
Sometimes underrated
Love is way beyond
Kisses and touch(es)
There's this emotional bond
That can't be swayed
by anything you can name
The feelings that you can't survive
If she isn't a part of your life

So, did you feel like that
When you say he holds the key to your heart
And when you stare at her
Do you feel like Aargh; she's a paradise on earth
Do you love her more; than you love yourself?
Do you feel secure; when he wrap you around himself

Does he make you feel safe and secure?
And she' the sunshine in human form?
Do you taste forever on his curl lips
When your two hearts clipped
Does he arouse you mentally
Does she inflame you spiritually

If she makes you feel more
Than you ever thought you was
And he prioritise you above
Every creature in his world
If he does; then I'll conform
That; that is true love
Boom here
Boom there
Doom; fear
Hummed tear
Kids orphaned
Man sacrificed
Wanderers shoot dead
But who cares

I’m not safe
I need a place
Where there are no guns
Where there are no bombs
Where the land is green
Where the sky ain’t grey
Where movement is free
Where the air ain’t thick

Yes, I’m leaving
Freedom is what I’m seeking
No, I cannot leave
How about my wife and kids

I once had a home
I was once known
For my wordsmithing and prose
I once had dreams and hope
But now, all is soak
I was once famous and rich
Wealth and nutrition are things I had in reach
Now they’ve all turn to trashes
Burn down to ashes

Are we on route or stray
Wait, is it judgment day?
Ohw, we’re in the midst of war
Our vision for peace is blurred
Our street filled with blood
Homeless sleeping on the street floor

Battered path
Broken shelter
Shattered heart
Hectar sketar

But how do we get here
How do our problems build up to stairs?
Like ghommids, our tears remained constant
Our stomach; filled with fake substance
Because of the hatred we had for ourselves
Our once paradisal home now turned to hell
Because our governments are just bandits of theft
And we have no says in things that we get

Businessman lacks patriotism
Different kind of societal atrocity
Corruption and cultism
Religion tribalism
When will all this stop?
When will salvation come?
God; please free us from this curse
Please save us Lord
Can I ask you if
You would have done it to me
If I wasn't weak

No, I guess the real question is this...
How does it really feel
to be in love with me

Am I a joke a being
Or maybe some playing thing
to fill some empty reels

Have I ever being....
taken seriously
Or maybe the words I speak....
are just some fallacy

Is that why you flee
and leave silently

Have you ever think...
That this shattered part of me
will ever bind to its piece

Do you even believe
That this rageful heart I keep
will ever find its peace

I thought we were the king and Queen
That this love kingdom needs
I the petals and you' the bees
to produce ah honey sweet

Do you feel I'm a kid
or maybe a thoughtless being
living in fantasy
For writing this poetry

Why'd you keep me in shack
And let pain bleed me dry
When you leave me behind

Whyd you feed me to sharks
And then you leave me to cry
even if it would lead me blind

All I know is this
I will continue to keep
this rages I nurture within
Till you come set them free

I hope one day you will...
maybe come back to be
my ever-blazing peace

And if it never come to be
I'll brace myself and script...
beautiful poetry
under the autumn tree 🌳
Happy New months poetry lovers
Sometimes at night
Under the moonlight
I just sit outside
And feast my eyes
On the fairly blue sky
Thinking ' bout my life
The downs and high
Probably that's where I find
Some peace of mind
It was a pleasant vibe
As I fixed my eyes to the sky
Counting the stars
My vibe flows
Like these words flow
Breathe
And imagine how cute it is
Imagine the beautiful scene
Of stars marching in your dreams
If at least
I could add on more thing
The sound of a flowing sea
And a breeze of air from trees
Filled with beautiful green leaves
****! The scene would've been totally complete
I'm very rich
So uniquely rich

I don't have big cars; no bars and no big yards
I'm richly rich; though my account is less than 5 digits😑

Aye, I've got these eyes👀
that millions 💵  can't buy

I've got these legs'
that some billions can't get

I've got this brain
that calculate faster and accurate

I've got this memory that's loads quicker than your gig RAM
I've got this life' no commision: no discount

I've got this heart ❤  filled with love, power and hope
I've got this soul that microscope 🔬 can't find its scope

I've got this physique that you physicist think mystique
I've got will, I've got dream; I've got instinct
My spirit real; its only victory ✔; check ya history
It's one me; I'm so unique; my existence is just mystery
I thought I was the closest
Not just near in distance...  I mean in essence
in meaning
The echo their soul called out
when silence grew loud
The secret they’d whisper
when the world turned too proud
The soft place... the hush
the first thought at dusk

The one they'd whisper to when the light's dimmed
Their confession booth when guilt got grim
Their calm before storms
Their safe before harm
Their anchor; their breath  not just a charm
I didn’t just guess this
They made it seem like scripture; written on skin

The voice they’d search for in chaos
The map to clarity when they got lost
The voice that threaded peace into panic;
Who'd speak light into their havoc;
Call their name and the world would slow
I was the calm within their undertow

The face that anchored their peace
Where they’d find laughter; where anxieties cease
The picture they’d hold when they closed their eyes;
The only truth beneath a thousand lies
I believed I was their favorite view;
Their mirror; their muse; their ever-true

A sacred name resting on the cushion of their heartbeat
Pronounced with softness; like a hymn incomplete
I swore I lived in the folds of their chest
Right between yesterday’s pain and tomorrow’s rest
I wasn’t just in love; I thought I was loved
An answered prayer; a gift sent from above

I thought I was it
Not a maybe; not a placeholder
Not just a name on a long list
But the name... the highlight... the gold ink on their wrist
And I wore that belief like a badge; so sure
Even framed my worth in how they adored

Not out of arrogance
Not vanity
But because love; when consistent... feels like clarity
And they were consistent  or so it seemed
Even silence between us felt like a dream
The quiet was warm; not distant or mean
I mean; how could I doubt what felt so serene

But out of how gently they laughed at my jokes
As if every punchline gave them hope
How they smiled before I even spoke
And waited; like I was always worth the quote
Out of how they lingered when they said my name
Like each syllable had its own flame

How they held my hand like the world might end if they let go
As if letting go meant losing the glow
As if I was both the moment and the memory
Both the journey and the remedy
I thought I was the sun in their orbit
And maybe I was
Until the shadow crept in and distorted it

So I made a home in their heart
Built it brick by brick; every word a part
Furnished it with trust
Hung paintings of moments
Framed laughter in the corners
Lit candles of atonement

But then...
There came a day
A ripple in the pattern
A crack in the clay
A small shift  like a cough in a quiet theatre
Something out of place
Like a voice breaking in a prayer

An emergency
A silence
A crossroad
A dance with absence no one foretold
And in the middle of their storm
When lightning struck; and winds took form
They reached for someone else

Not me
Not the hand they once claimed to need
Not the voice that calmed them in grief
Not the warmth they called home
Not the arms they used to run toward when cold
No  not me
Not the version I swore was gold

They told the news to someone else first
They let them hear the tremble; the burst
They cried in someone else’s arms
They curled up in a different calm
They needed warmth
and mine wasn’t the fire they sought

That’s when I learned
Love can be loud and still lie
It can shine like a sun before it says goodbye
Spotlights lie
They burn bright and blind
Until you can't see you're not centerstage at all

I thought I was the dearest
But I was just there
Not the safe place
Not the sanctuary
Just; background comfort
The one you forget when your real one's back
A season; A chapter; A scenic track
And it took all of me not to scream into the sky
"Was it all pretence? Was I just nearby?"

I smiled through the fracture
Held back the flood
Walked through the ruins wearing their love like mud
Swallowed the lesson like bitter medicine
Sometimes; the one you’d leap for
Wouldn’t even call your name in the fall

And that’s the cruelty of assumption
To believe you're their person
Only to learn
You're just a person
https://siresuperwhizzy.blogspot.com/2025/07/unlearning-spotlight.html
October 1st, a day of claimed pride,
Nigeria's independence, a partial stride,
From colonial chains, we broke the mold,
But subtle bonds remain, our progress to hold.

The masters left, but their systems stay,
Institutions rigged, to keep us at bay,
Economic strings, pulled from afar,
Our resources exploited, like a scar.

Foreign powers meddle, with hidden hands,
Influencing policies, that grip our lands,
IMF and World Bank, with conditional ties,
Shackling our growth, with debt's disguise.

Our leaders, puppets on a string,
Dancing to tunes, that aren't their own sing,
Corruption thrives, as they line their pockets,
While the masses suffer, in endless pockets.

The Biafran war, a tragic, ****** stain,
Unaddressed wounds, that still remain,
Resource control, a contentious fight,
Between the haves and have-nots, day and night.

Our oil, a curse, or so it seems,
Foreign corporations, with exploitative dreams,
80% control, a staggering fact,
Leaving us with crumbs, from our own act.

But still we rise, with resilient hearts,
Demanding true freedom, and a brand new start,
For a Nigeria, where all can thrive,
Not just the privileged, but the masses alive.

We'll break these chains, of neocolonial might,
And forge our path, with self-determined light,
No more indirect rule, no more hidden hand,
Nigeria will rise, and take her stand.

With education, we'll empower our minds,
And shake off cultural imperialism's binds,
Our history, our culture, we'll reclaim,
And build a nation, where all can proclaim.

With infrastructure, we'll build our base,
And attract investment, with a steady pace,
Agriculture, manufacturing, and tech,
Will drive our growth, and make us connect.

With resource nationalism, we'll take control,
And ensure our wealth, benefits our soul,
No more exploitation, no more deceit,
Nigeria's resources, for Nigerians' feet.

With regional cooperation, we'll unite,
And challenge external dominance, with all our might,
ECOWAS, African Union, we'll stand tall,
And forge a continent, where all can enthrall.

Our nationalism, will foster pride,
And self-determination, will be our guide,
Civil society, will demand change,
And hold our leaders, accountable to range.

Nigeria, arise, and claim thy place,
Among the nations, show thy face,
Unshackled, yet enchained no more,
Nigeria will rise, and forever soar
An angel sent to save my soul
A prominent part that makes me whole
A guiding light that guides me right
Meeting such a dutiful heart; I am delight
Her beautiful face surpass the sight
Her wisdom-rate; I can't describe
She impact in every world
She protects and guides with heavy word
She understands it all; words unspoken
She mends and heals the heart that's broken
She's my messiah that was fore-told to be coming
A saviour to the fallen
What would the world’ve being
Without people like this
HER WORDs BRING RELIEF TO THE HEART
She's the superwoman sent to save my earth
She was a thing every real man in the universe wanted
A thought that saved me from being haunted
By the monster of a lifetime; impaired with loneliness
A gorgeous illusion which gave me some happiness
They criticize her and make her hate the moment
Her dignity and pride is stolen
They break her stance and potent
She does succumb the omen
They offer her zero condolence
They laugh and mock and curse her
They call her *******
They call her a ****
and other names of such
They drain her to danger red
They call her witch and theft
They make her hate herself
She scurf her face and wept
She cry herself to sleep at night;
Hoping that things would change
She 'd told herself that things 'd be right;
One day my pain and scar would fade
and if she would never fly
She said " I’d rather die"
She strive to reframe her picture
Her heart and soul is injured
She strive to reframe her name
So she 'll overcome her shame
Now the path to succeed is open
She's out the heat of oven
She smiles behind her rolex
Her foes is rendered goalless
Her shame has turned to fame
And her life is not the same
Her haters now adore and love her
Now none of them can stop her
Their hate and game and hurt
is the reason for what she'd turn
Though my heart is wide and huge



It could only accommodate you
To the buddy staring at me on the wall
This is an appraisal to keep you up
Wow; it’s been long you’ve been on this work
It’s been Nine years since you sat upon the rock
Sitting there taking stock; of things of this world
And things of the next.
In form of written text
At first into music
But never make it; even with deuces
You’ve got a poet’s heart since you were young
A brilliant brain with a musical tongue
A god with the words
Whose wordplay is the sword that fights against his odd?
You’re exceptional among every men
The written word delivered by your pen
Lives on forever in the heart
Of those who've read; to never part.
You ran the race with no disgrace
Inspired others to take their place
They are meant to lead their race
You hype their morale to the core
Assuring them they’d make it to the shore
As long as they d’ believe; to heck with the red sea
And so you fill the hearts of all you’ve see.
Never confess your wrong doing
Never tell her your rough-booing
Or about the ***** past that keep-on pur-suing
Or else your hope for a new-dawn will all ruin
Let me tell you my love history
And how my honesty turns mystery
I told my love all I hath
I told her all my heart
Trembling cold, in ghastly fears.
All my bad past during my past'n years
She listen with ah drastic ear
The sound of her broken heart 's like a plastic chair
Immediately I 'm done arranging my words in verse
She waits till I 'm done with this rehearse
Ah! she did depart!
She depart without a broken heart
She don't mind my past or my weary depth
No sign of disappointment; ah! She did not regret
she never complain or tell me that I'm too abstruse
Like she 's been waiting for such excuse
Soon after she was gone from me, another man came by,
Silently, invisibly; and took her away with sigh.
Having the chance to be your boo
I don't want anyone else
As long as you don't want to too
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