I'm not happy.

I'm not sad

I'm not mad

I'm not depressed

My feelings aren't suppressed

I'm not in distress

I don't feel upset or oppressed

I'm not just happy

I'm numb

Numb to life

Numb to love

Numb to pain

Patiently waiting for death to take me away.

When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

He was a boy becoming a man
He was a boy with dreams
He was a boy who had life in him
He was a boy who had love to give.

He was a designer
He was a youth
He was a creative
He was the truth

Oke wanted to live
Oke wanted a good life for his mum
Oke wanted a good life for his brother
Oke wanted a good life for his lover

So much love to give
So many more memories to make
So many creatives to build
So much history he could have made
Oke was a man
A man who died a boy

A handsome boy, we will never know how handsome he would have been as a man.
Oke wanted to take over the world
He was designing his own life with everyone he loves by his side.

Now, where is Oke?
Where is his spirit?
Where is his creativity?
Where are his emotions?
Where is his smile?

He said "Nigeria won't end me"
One
Two
Three
Nigeria became the end of him.
Gone to the ground, never to be remembered by the world just by those who truly love him.

Where is Oke?

Bury him in Satin
Bury him with the winds
Let his flesh touch the sands and his spirit land in the lord's hands
Let his dreams die
Let his love die
Let his smile die
Let him rest

Where are you, Oke?
Let me come with you
Maybe then I would rest just like you
Let's meet for the first time amongst the sand
Let's shake hands and play in the dark

Where are you, Oke?
A Handsome boy never to be a man
Sleep well Okay? Oke.

When my mind began to cloud
I began thinking out loud.

I feel empty today. Unloved, broken and beat down. I hate this world, I hate this life, I hate my life. Whenever you’re ready, I surrender.

Christmas is a time of religion, a time for family
a time for celebration, a time for food
a time for songs, a time to be merry, never be wary
a time for joy.
Christmas this year was rather dull, every bite was sour
every blink got darker, the hustle became harder and the bustle
became realer.
Christmas this year was nothing to remember, throats to dried up to sing, hearts flooded with sorrow to eat, the celebration became an abrasion. Santa got stuck in a fuel station this Christmas, his deer's needed a drink,no gifts nor wishes, everything seems so bleak.
Christmas was just like any other month or day in the year,
I've even seen better days i swear.