A gust of wind sails
by it rattles my home and
uproot trees in rage.

Julia what a grievous injustice you did to me, a
Pariah you've create when you stole my heart; a
Messiah it's to me for it house my light Like
Jeremaiah the prophet I will lament with a

terrible sob; I will flood my cheeks with tears till my
miserable self follows sleep to the world of darkness. Oh!
Adorable Julia has flee with my merriment so no more
laughable cloud on my horizon only a memory of a

Fickle lover that stole my joy and flee within a
twinkle of an eye like the stars in the sky: what a
miracle it's she has left my soul behind I will
Buckle it up and give it to the company of my

solitude where he will reflect on past deeds and
attitude that makes other souls shook and recoil in
multitude because of the touch of evil darkness and the
magnitude of it in my empty pariah's heart and life.

Thank you lord for the gift of life
How could we ever pay you for that and
All the good things you have done for us
None of us will be alive if not for your
kindness, grace, love, faithfulness and protection,
So we gather here today to celebrate thanksgiving and to
Give glory to your holy name by giving praise to you -for
In this harsh and cruel world we live in you have blessed
Everyone of us and like the proverbial tree, we are
Indeed flourishing and thriving and also multiplying in
Number so for this and many more we are saying "thank you."
Gracious Lord accept our thanksgiving like you did Abel's.

I will alway remember you, your
that girl next door with
the dimples and most beautiful

smile that I have ever
seen on any pretty mouth.
I remember vividly that faithful

day like yesterday when I declare
"I love you", you laugh with both
hands covering your mouth and a delightful

sound filled my ears and the air.
before you finished laughing beneath
the beautiful stars, that wonderful

night I knew from that moment and hour
that; for you I would move the earth
and stars to spell your name in full.

I say I will leaves the debate of great matter
to the great thinkers of earth-those that can
walk on water and those that walk on moon;
for their both equal to the challenge of keeping humanity
safe: from the clutches of change that make things mad,
yet when I see the state of my generation
my heart leaps into my throat,for fear of unknown.
when the debate between these thinkers get heat it makes
me sad for slender is what both will resort to.
When religion feels call upon to act for humanity sake
and the constitution feels call upon for justice for humanity
and both could not see face to face- the sentinel
should be call upon to guard peoples lives. when this
two are at each other throat again it mean- death.

After a drizzle
the concave leaf turns pitcher,
for tiny killdeer

Heartbreak will slip away like water in a basket;
The end of everything is better than its beginning;
Alone we came into the world, alone we will exist;
Letting go has never been easy; ask the jilted heart.
Some people will always slip out of our life
No matter how tightly we held onto them;
Time will determine who will stay in our life and
Who will slip away like a thief in the night;
Some things are meant to be. That is why you
Slip away from all those hands, to hold mine;
I waited a lifetime for you, carrying
This heart, that beats for you only, like a drum.
Don’t slip away, don’t walk away from me; hold my
Hand and walk with me to the end of our lives’ journey.

I found the door to heaven.
When I close my eyes and sleep
I see the door to heaven in my dreams;
don’t tell those that hate and the tax
collectors; they will ruin my heaven
like they ruin my home here on earth.
Last night I used the door in
my dream to enter my heaven;
I won’t let the cat out of the
bag but I came out of my heaven
and dreams with my demons exorcised
and a foolproof plan for the future.
This morning I heard a singer singing
that she was riding a Cadillac in
her dreams; well maybe she too
has found the door to her heaven
in her dream. As the saying goes,
“What works for Peter may work for
Paul.” So everyone should search for
the door to their heaven in their dreams,
for in dreams, heaven is within reach.

Come to Jimeta, the city ruled by Lamidos’
Dynasty, whose dynasty ruled in peace.
Come to the city where the rivers
Flow with the finest groundnuts oil,
Where the streams are overflowing
With cow’s milk and the sweetest honey,
Where the sun sets behind the hills,
Where the underground streams gush out nono.
You that love beauty, have you seen the colorful
Eyes of the women of Jimeta?
They’re as beautiful as caramel.
You that love strength, have you seen our sons?
They’re as proud as the hills around Jimeta.
Come with me to Jimeta, my fair lady, come to
The beautiful sunshine city, a land loved by Jimetans.

All good things come to an En
I love poetry so much
and she too loves me
despite our age difference. Poetry
sometimes speak to me in

colorful sweet words and sometimes
in sad words but most times
her words to me are humours
and sensual, no matter what

words she used to speak
to me, I will always
cherish her because she has
always been good to me

by helping me express myself more
clearly, I will miss her
when what we have comes
to an end which it will

for all good things end
just like dawn follows dust
every day without failing so
what we have most end one day

The sun tans the skin
into beautiful brown color
and adds natural glow.

Life the one thing we all have
In common both the rich and poor,
Fools and kings, queen and ******.It
End is the most cruelest thing—death

You never wanted anyone for
Yourself, so you jumped from
One relationship to another
like Asian carp in a lake.
You never bothered about who was
In your bed, provided you had
Pleasure, with no strings attached.
You never thought love and
Companionship; their concomitant is the
Killer of spinsterhood and bachelorhood.
You fought hard against love
And pleasure but you knew
You were fighting a lost cause
just like a sailor fighting
the weather at sea.
The heart wants him,
And is fond of him,
And is set on matrimony.
The heart wants what the
Heart wants; it won’t rest
Till it wins.

The book of life is
Made with stone tablet on it
is Ten commandment

there once was a tall nosey stargazer name Alexander
who love the night sky and love to stare
at it -one night while staring
he saw a bright star falling
he imagine reporting the ******, pushing off the falling star.

there was once an ordinary man named bobby
who felt like he's three in one body
when he is asleep he feel
like a spirit with holy soul
and yet in real flesh he is no clergy.

She took a step back in life, but I guess
you can tell from the weariness she wear
and from the strain lines her brow bear
which her eyes tried to hide: without success
for the shadow beneath them- a gift from sleepless
night and restless thought that always appear
tireless and make her heart sag with despair;
and all this brought upon by a single mess:
from which she has now learn that loyalty
comes an awful second behind self interest and
a bird in hand is worth more than twenty
on a tree.She has taken a step back in life and
had she trust men she would've been in a pretty
hot soup instead of looking forward to a step forward.

No, no! Burden not thy friend, neither make
Him thy god, by asking the world of him.
For thy sanity’s sake look up to the heavens
For thy salvation, not to thy friend.
Make not thy friend the target of thine insult
Nor let jealousy or anger cloud thy judgment
When dealing with thy dear friend, nor be
A partner to Judas in betraying thy friend;
For step by step, karma will catch up
With thee and pay thee back in full measure.

When disloyalty and greed tear apart friends
Like an earthquake that splits a mountain,
Then the valley it creates shall be a graveyard,
Where friends’ interests shall lie in ruin, waiting
For time to heal and bridge thee again;
Or for the day of forgiveness and reconciliation;
Or for the court of men or heavenly beings.
As friends’ interests lie in ruin waiting, the
Giant wheel of time shall continue to turn,
Bringing changes with every hour that passes.

Something should be water under the bridge;
What has been, has been; everyone had his
Fifteen minutes of fame in every friendship;
Whether you played for fame or fortune,
Whether you played for honor or fun,
Whether you played for cruelty or a joke;
Thy fifteen minutes is up and thy price awaits thee.
Don’t seek for an ideal friend; those are
Out of stock now; that’s why there is an
End in the word friend, to remind you of this.

I recall my first day in a big city, and state
in my country what made that day phenomenal
was the incident that took place. As fate

will have it I had the window sit and saw the whole
painful and hilarious thing that took place that day.
Exhausted by a long journey from a little

town in the north which is very far away
from the shoreline, I sat in a coach watching flyovers
and awe by them and the number of people that stay

in the a big city. It look like it was swamp by ants
moving in and out of their home. There was hardly
any space that was not occupied by feets or cars.

Just as I was busy trying to look at the lovely
buildings and sights in the city a beautiful car
drove beside us with a youth who is hardly

out of his teen, his carefree nature and demeanour,
I notice for it remind me of myself in my youth,
as his car in the other lane came a bit closer

to us in a traffic jam smoke began to rise underneath
the bonnet of his car like the exhaust of a train that
use coal. I panic, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth

I wanted to tap the glass of my window and shout yet
I just sat there watching with my heart in my
throat; while the youth rushed out and open his bonnet

he quickly began to blow away the smoke by
using his hands and mouth, the more he blew
the more the bonnet glows red, instantly he realize

he was fanning the flames; as the smoke became few
I could see a fire was beginning to rage near the battery
sit. The young man leap into a flurry of action and flew

into a shallow ditch near by, recklessly and gather a very
small handful of loose sand and weeds, and dump
it beside the battery where the fire rage with more fury

as he turn to dive into the ditch for more sand to drop
into the bonnet he suddenly stoped realizing how futile
it was. The next moment he went for his belt and zip,

but stop again when he realize that was a futile
exercise too for no **** will put out that inferno and
without a fire extinguisher he was doom, miserable,

and helpless.He then shouted "help!" turning his head
form side to side and looking at passing motorist with his
hands held up in the air like he was pleading with God.

At the time he was diving into the ditch for weeds
and sand I saw the passenger door of the truck
ahead of us open and another youth maybe in his

twenties; with chest like a barrel Calmly walk
Over to the burning car and use a fire extinguisher
to douse the fire, and quickly rushed back to their truck;

for vehicles in the traffic began moving a bit faster;
since the the traffic jam had ease up. All this event
lasted for no more than 60 minute. As our driver

move on I felt and knew the youth with the burnt
car has learn about the importance of fire extinguisher
in a car the most painful way. as for me I felt relief, yet
I pray never to find myself in that young mans shoe.

By heavens! The selfless one, she is gone.
Brave as a lion she fought for just cause;
If courage means fearless, then she is courageous;
If today’s cubs are tomorrow’s lions, then she births lions.

I have seen humanity’s darkest side: greed and ego;
But no such darkness in her whole being.
In my sojourn on earth, l knew peace and love;
’Cause your deeds toward men translate into self-sacrifice.

Before I could say Jack Robinson, it happened;
Yesterday she was here, today she is gone. The Nile
Flows into the sea, emptying itself there: nature rules;
So the selfless one has gone home to her maker.

Adonia, I can’t fathom why you always call the
Selfless ones home first; you called the last I know.

My love even in anger she looks pretty
because of the subtle smile that sneak
upon her face like the beautiful light
of the morning ray that creep upon dawn.
if you ask me what stuff are great dreams
made of the answer is simple "My Love"
for she is to me like rain
is to the earth and like sleep is
to the body good through and through.

Of all the words in the word
I have one that I love above all
and it has nothing to do with it

ambiguous nature or it exquisite sound
but rather it profound meaning and it simple
ability to mean much and say a lot.

It moves me to tears every time I heard
it for I always "Longed" for someone and feel
it deeply. Like I always long for the almighty

God, my mother, and friends that passed
away daily. what make the word beautiful
is it comes from the soul and the heart;

The word "long" is my favourite word.
because a schoolgirl-Crush give me it, on crumple
paper that said "I long 4 u, -T."

it is the season
that wind move stirring dust and
cold and making noise.

Stranger
When I was but a child
anywhere I go I find magic
and you could see the joy
and delight in me everywhere

I go; but as I become a man
life becomes a strange thing
and I stranger to all the magical
places and people I use to love.

Standing from outside and looking
in now I realize what turn me
into a stranger it was because
I let the child in me die