So much talk about me; my dreams, my goals, my desires
So what then; when, how, who can realize the change I require?
My yesterday, my today, my future all entwined
My kids celebrate me, but have only wined and dined

Listen faintly, to a bit of my life’s story
As a colony of empires I was; my history!
I was birthed to treasure seeking hunters
Merely over-shadowing the fore-fathers

Merged and named after a flowing River from within
“Nigeria” was and is; Nineteen Hundred and Fourteen
I would have to call this, my naming ceremony
I sensed motley feelings; no empire, no colony

Crowned as the giant of Africa; behold, my birthday
Perhaps, this started the beginning of my future today?
Outdated assumptions; are the thrown away weights
Our economic growth the world watches and waits

Stop the whining yesterday; start an act today, and stand
All we have to do is look into ourselves, our hands
Overlook the past, create a change today, you and I can
Yes!, you, me; we all are “Nigeria’s Future”.

Seen around the crowd
She shows her crown
Notably she seen proud
Claiming her crown as fine and round

Unknowingly misled with instructions
She heads only towards destruction
And with timer far spent
She got no lessons learnt

Looking up to her throne,
She has been down thrown
As though washed by the rain
She no longer reigns

Still on her head her crown lies
Weeping her pleads dies
But on her head she sees no crown
Because her crowns’ been thrown down as frowns
(c)Obukov

Sunk in my bed I dream
Smoky and foggy it is dim
Trapped in the midst of mist I sleep
I could only in clouds weep

In my very eyes
I see but ice
As my tears blur my every picture
And reflect a blank black future

Some where in my dreams
Sun rises through the dims
And with beams, swallows all dims
Into pools of shallow streams

My tears now reveal crystal clear sparkles
With lots of diamond sprinkles
Transparent via glassy structures
Beyond the clouds are treasured pleasures
(c) Obukov

Life is ample as a being and worth living
Words not enough to expound my feeling
Feeling of loneliness yanking a part of me

How can I survive being detached from me?
What may perhaps detach me from me?
You thing called space, I have queried; why?

Why have you cloned a part of you?
You, yes you; between my path of me?

My part of me, distance has arrested you
And placed me in a cell with thoughts of me
Trapped, waiting to exhale but inhale you

You have become a part of my me
Thank you a lot, thoughts
Missing you has molded you a part of me
(c) Obukov

Hey, you look like me
My mirror reflection
My left-handedness
My beautiful birth mark

I don't need no doctor
Nor do I need tests
You are a part of me
I am a part of you

We fit like gloves
Worn on a right arm
How amazing
While am gazing

At peace, I can tell
You complete me
Not lost but found
My DNA, oh yes!!!

(c) Obukov

Pains as piercing pins
Create bleeding heart within
Tears like rushing waters
Flows through pregnant eyes

As though whipped, I wiped
Weeping and seeking
I’m found in a desert
Deserted, I travel ahead

Peaceful and calm
Victory has come my way
Still I cry but joy
Joy no bounds can hold

Flowing down my cheeks
Tears go like streams
Down down it’s gone
As dried cries of joy

(c) Obukov

Love the world that is
love fantacy real there is
love that is friendship
love knows no sink

Love you stab me
on my soul yet deep
love you can ****
my heart of will

Love you chase me
but to a still
love i run
the race to win

Love my best friend
love my never end
love my trust, no not fall
love my world, my life my all
(c) Obukov