She is like young damsel,
Heart broken by her first love,
She is in hell,
She has no heart to love.

My country,
Believed to be the giant among
Others,
Our state is backed by necromancy,

In the first year,
Their love was limitless,
She was always  there,
Now her tears is countless

Living under the nihilist,
They ululate,
No optimist,
They are unable to communicate.

Then their umplist blows us aways,
And we both become unasinous,
The revolution has no way,
The plight is continuous.

My country where people pray,
In their emaciated voice,
Caused by our rulers day after day.

Nigeria is my country,
And am a nigerian,
Our nationalism has real entry,
The wind enhance by their fan.

We are broken beyond repair,
And they don’t really care,
We are in pain,
And they have no say!

The cheerleader,
Hearts goes to the highest bidder,
An encapsulation of beauty,
She has the license of beauty,
She elucidated my vague and indistinct dreams,
Her voice is mellifluous in my dreams.

Cheerleader is unaccustomed to mundane.
Her admiration full of gains,
Bloomleader is unprofane damsel,
She is immaculate even in tunnels.

Cheerleader is like an epiphany,
Enternity with her? Not still many,
The charm in her face us very potent,
My reasons are arrantly cogent,
Her presence chastise dolor,
Laughter with charismatic colour,
And as the emotion creeps on me,
Making me a sycophants to her knee,

The Cheerleader,
Her love is not a treacherous swine,
Her lips is exquisite than any wine,
Though is infatuation sound very lame,
My heart adores her with fame,
A pragmatic way to study her frangipani face,
I want to be the first in this race,

The cheerleader,
She with crystal teeth
And blue eye *****,
I see her climbing on walls,
Auspicious love without any wit,
I realize I was only in a dream.

Under that palm tree,
We once laughed at lazy farmers,
Across that path we were made novice lovers,
Then you smiled,
You knew, I knew what you meant,
Right there we once danced in the rain,
Smile days after days,
Beneath that Carriage we first made love,
But its over, and forgotten,
Like a stone at the bottom of the ocean,
We left dager in our biased heart,
Sort of two stones thrown I different directions,
Everyday owing each moment, that I have vividly imagine,
Pictured place perfectly in my heart,
My old diary of great mystery,
Mysteries we fathomed,
Seemed to be fantasy and shield phantom,
You reveled to me,
My old brown dairy you gave me,
All pages up here In my memory,
With a golden ribbon

My country Nigeria,
Am a citizen by birth,
That’s the Criteria,
A blessed nation on the earth,
Driven by atrocities as bacteria,
A place I was proud to call home,
Am a negros and Nigeria is my home,
But she’s going down the pan,
Causing mortality in my clan.
Due to manifestos,
We commercialize with hoes.

It started with our independence,
We thought love would take
Prominence,
But rather war, corruption and coups,
And Tribalism feed on us


My plea goes to the world power,
Our corruption is taller than any tower,
Our leader convince us that colonization
Was necessary,
Seems we we have cross that boundary.

Please colonize us again,
Because decolonization has no gain,
Remove all these leaders,
The made us cry aloud to mothers.

I admit we weren’t ripe,
We just wanted to be free,
Like the smoke from papa’s pipe,
Please colonize us! At least
Of these situations we shall be free!

Could she be among the fallen angels?
A young lady, likely to be a girl,
That which I can not qualify,
Away and beyond all because of her.

She is an epitome of beauty,
A very good source of writing in literature,
That which could face reality,
Adorable, even to the immature.

I had a clear chance, so I moved close,
And the more fascinating,
It was unhatched egg, my heart being enclose,
Her smile very charming,

My heart now skips to beat,
My eye couldn’t see,
I couldn’t move my feet,
Cause her eye has blinded mine

Dear mother,
I hope you are reading this letter,
I hope it met you in joy,
I would I have tell these,
But I was too coy.

For all the time that you
Made me feel strong,
Even I when angrily broke your
Favourite mug.

Mother,
Many things you faced
Because of me,
So that in the aftermath
I shall be free.

Mother I remember,
Usually during December,
Making efforts to get me the best,
Mama would never rest.

Dear mother,
You seems to always protect my interest,
Interest around father,
We all wanted the best.

You once asked me
To be a good lad,
And not to keep company with
Boys you told were bad!
Mother will never starve me.

Do you remember when you lock
Me indoors?
Compelling me to have no flaws.

Mother would cover me during thunderstorm,
Kissing me and seal my sleep,
Covering my legs against every storm.

Thank you for piloting me,
To life and to a good life,
Mama pray I have good wife,
Not neglecting things you gave thought me

She died a year ago,
But so pathetic I wasn’t around during,
Her funeral,
Air would have protested against my loud dirge,
There would have been series of enjambment
In the stanzas of my her elegy.

General Abas said she died in a ****** coup,
But she was too wise to be wiped out in a coup,
She was like untamed lion.

Mr George gave another account,
He said she died during an internal war,
The war against the truth,
She has been from truth,
Too blind to see reality,
Fast asleep to be woken up.

The family doctor said she was poisoned,
Poisoned with the truth,
The truth that kills rather to set free.

Inspector James said she was sniped
From a fair perimeter.
The mortuary attendant said they
Heared movement,
Guess she was just try to raise up.

Today I arrive with nothing to feed my eye,
A little bit nostalgic,
I had the feeling that I belong here but not to death,
So I left for the yard, at the backyard,
I couldn’t belive what I saw on her gravestone,
“Nigeria a country, not a nation”