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Kuvar Jun 2018
This game of chance
Is what you call dating
Marry after or marry not
I can do better as “I”
But the reason however
Is to erase ‘I’ for ‘US’
But this game of chance
Is not always so nice
And yet another time
It has failed ‘US’ for two ‘I’s
I pray the lord
Have mercy on ‘US’
Have you ever seen this bitter sweetness of our finding an everlasting “US”
Kuvar Jun 2018
He’s a palm wine tapper
His bicycle for the journey
His calabash for the palm wine
His waist tie for his balance
But
Calabash will not be filled
Palm tree will not shed tears
Bicycle will not ride itself
Palm wine tapper is dead
The political and social vanities of man
Kuvar Jun 2018
Your sincerity as thongs
When you say
We can’t work out  
Fate is a key I hold
Out of your heart I go  
Shutting the doors in grace
If I refuse and stay
Is to be trapped a slave
Whatever involves two and one says it won’t work then it won’t for negativity is achieved with little efforts , possibilities are it will be but becoming enslaved to such a decision is to be enslaved to another’s choice.
Kuvar May 2018
The world is watching  
Little boy dangling
Like a earring
In an over ear piercing
Many hate to see
The future go ******
Not in their eyes
But still the boy is dangling
Right in the open
Many eyes looking
This is unthinkable
All wishing
Let it be a marvel comic
Hoping to end happy
With a friendly neighborhood
Spider man!
There is no Spider-Man
No Spider-Man
If there is no neighborhood
We have  a neighborhood
Without a Spider-Man
But a mere mortal man
dried up the tears on Paris map
In the hands of Gassama
©️Kuvar


This credit goes rob Gassama who saved that poor soul in Paris...Not all heroes wear Cape
Kuvar May 2018
Success is all he had
And hate was what it brought
Frenemies with smiles
All around your house
Perching your fortune as houseflies
The scramble stumble struggle  
That took you
To be a butterfly
Frenemies can
Make you turn larva
o-ver-night
©️Kuvar
Kuvar May 2018
Little fingers with nails that tame tigers
Who innocently belly dance to telletubbies
Sunrise on your face every time a smile triggers
You dance to the beats of my heart like piping bees

Momma and poppa work so hard for your diaper
Gladly with mild poo you will sit on the sofa
Looking at the news wishing it is over
In your eyes I could see you wish this world is better

Tabula rasa until your first ******* hunt
Milk for you  till you had your first spaghetti
In my life you are the most beautiful font
And in this world, you are before any
Kuvar May 2018
-This is Nigeria,
Where Cattle’s fly their terrorism flag,
Stumping on humtydumpty green white green.
-This is Nigeria
Where corrupt QWERTY and busy ******  
Puts food on the table of unemployed youths.
-This is Nigeria
Where clerics find paradise on earth
Lo!  followers live as church rats withal.
-This is Nigeria
Where Eve plotted against a serpent  
Hm! Mrs Philomena and her fairytale animal.
-This is Nigeria
Where Sundays are full of bibles and Qurans,
Yet her body stinks in poo of immorality.
-This is Nigeria
Where the mace is a mess in her house
As senators sleeps and vacate seats in a hearing.
-This is Nigeria
Where in Nigeria
We are looking for Nigeria.
©️Kuvar
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