In the beginning it's all a dream
A dream where all of us are numbers
Number one
Number two
Number three

But then all of a sudden the arithmetic
Comes in, numbers that were "equal" now become "more equal"
Greater than comes in lesser than  comes in ,the equality that was unity yesterday becomes a boundary between the numbers.

Moreso the unknowns on the other side of the equal sign.
Some are on left, some are on right.
far from over on the other side of the equal signs there is (x) and (y) all unknown to the other side of the equal signs
Oh no some numbers become determinant(s)of (x)(y)
The slash sign of Power  separates the numerator and denominator  


Mockery at it's peak ;the equal signs are replaced by greater than or less than.
As if that is not enough
In the second method improper fractions emerge as former numbers become decimals
Graphs of anarchy, imperialism, dictatorship and religious annihilation scatter across the x~axis of humanity and y~axis of ideology

Third method
Proud Rounding up/off begins
Continental Arch's mark the trajectory of division along lines
Shapes of character finally emerge
Assume the value of (x) is that "all this is a dream"
Syntax error; this is no dream

This is reality and remains relevant today
Pure maths is yours dear mathematician!

Her smile was the rare alphabet that composed the words.
Words that made sentences
Sentences that begot paragraphs
Paragraphs that turned into pages
Pages that turned into chapters
Chapters that turned into books
Books that told my story.
My story that unleashed her into my heart and unveiled my century long love mines

My reaction to her smile was the punctuation that changed the meaning of every letter,word, sentence,paragraph, page, chapter, book and ultimately my story.
That was far from over ,she changed my world.

It was not just a smile but the mark of the finest exploration expedition ever known to my circles.
Her smile was the build behind the words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, chapters, the book and ultimately the story that sent me flying.

Far from over,it was not just a flight but a first class flight of passion, affection, belonging, attachment and confidence that saw me smile with a smile that moved the mountains and shook the valleys of my understanding.
She was the element 115 that changed the alchemy, geography, radiology physics .she changed my approach to the theory of everything.

The beautiful soul behind the rare smile that changed everything lays hidden behind the alphabetic curtain of five letters

Behold AMIGO
Not just a word but a monument

the fairer *** she is
she is the cradle of humanity
she gives life and its entity
she gives meaning to beauty
graced and enthroned with integrity
she is but nobly planned to comfort
for the very life she gives she is the epitome
nobly planned to command she is "madam"
being a mother has love to the very quantum
she graces us with innocence
she graces us with her benevolence
she cares about our future with prudence
she calmly appreciates our skills with silence
to human life she is the smith
her integrity to the nation is strength
our first days of life in her  warmth
to our gone men and brothers she is seth
agent of national transformation with home setting
all our livelihood in her making
at the mother's knees education is leading
humans to what is good and a good ending
she  gives me command
she is a hero and a legend

At the helm they are
Behind the rules they lay like weevils
Boasting with interim authority
As they slowly devour us like caterpillars
with no mercy or meagre dignity
It is their prime cause
It is even appealing
Worry no more for they are righteous

Slowly rocking with tension
positivty plunging
our hopes shattering
fear and tension escalating
all at the hands of unforgiving time
invisible fate is cruel.

Ours is a struggling age
For our arms are folded
We have no say for our
rights have seized to matter
Eminent end to our futile efforts
Has finally arrived

Im not a traitor
My character is no where near  that description
Am not a renegade
That description is not worth my character
Am not a hypocrite
That description is not worth my character
Am not a coward
My life is heavier than dutch courage
Am not guilty
My innocence is questionable
For death only seeks life
To fly away with
For it can fly away with yours!
Call me any thing but spare my life!

Among the finest he ,
Mighty he was
He had endurance,
meek in character,
sovereignty for us
he toiled
shrewd at the salutes
Junior ,senior;
Routine he maintained
Firing guns, hurling
grenades, he matched
hundreds of miles
raging battles and wars
That spanned years.

At the apex of his
Youth hood he suffered,
he suffered,  he suffered,
A painful blow; a blow
*** *** *** ***
he dealt a painful blow
at the hands of a beautiful
woman; beautiful woman!

All the  vigorous and
draining training he had
In his prime youth hood,
was trashed, tramped,
All his experience, hard work,
determination and shining
accolades disappeared.
Disappeared never to be
seen again!!

Like a fool and his money
he was soon parted with
His hard earned experience
more so with his dear life
The once strong arms were
Now frail, the once commanding
Voice was now a pleading one

His bright, wonderful and
envied experience, the
vigor of his prime youth,
the unmatched accolades,
the years he served in the
forces and the innocence
The smile of comrade ship
smoke of "rex" and" dunhill"
at the quarter guard.

Were now a story;
On a sad note a story to tell
To tell the young generation
About the invisible deadly killer
All his years were in vain
All he was left with was
Nostalgic memories about all
He once had. Our nation
Lost. Our nation lost a son
Our nation lost a brother,Our
nation lost a father.

My son welcome to the fight club
Some call it a ring some call it an arena
My son be ready to smile with faces
Not hearts for hearts are odd here
My son be ready to ***** your
values for values are worthless here

Take it upon my word!
You will be reigned by deception,
Illussion will be part of you
inception will be at your finger tips
Vain promises will be at your lips
That is absolute truth

The game of deception
The game of dirt; No rules
Winner takes it all; for losers
Console themselves with despair
Double realm game
Double standards the way to go

Many contenders you will meet
With appealing chemistry of the mind
For days you will sit for ideas
Elite among elites you will be
The long waited nation builder!
People will remark.

A magnificent orator you will be
Eloquent with speech
Typical with thrilling slogans
Merciless wit in style
You will be a public figure
House hold name for generations

My son all that will be part of you
In fact your  make up to the eyes
Of the wise; For what is visible
Only blinds the eye.
Yours will be a plight
when your mask falls off

My son , you will be a man of
All seasons ,for  seasonal
men do not last.
Conflicting loyalties and convictions
Responsible! , you will be a family man
The nation will treasure in you a congress man

Sons and daughters under your roof
You will be a source of bread ,inspiration,
caution, joy and pride

Ideal brother
my brother finds solace in selfishness
praise to my brother
he is a capitalist
he finds pleasure in selfishness
he is as selfish as death
out of his selfishness, he
cannot even save his own life
he thinks himself a nation builder
saying God for us all and
every man for himself
he is my role modal
i envy his selfishness
in his hey day, he means dooms day
to others
i will patiently wait to see him
languish in  agony.

at the prime of his youth
he wil stand alone against the
rest and purge them in dark silence
And at the height  of his vigour youth
Skeletons in the closet will dawn on him
As his prides hall perish
Never to be seen again

Purging me in my own territory
haunting me in my own domain
cracking me down in my own metropolitan

painful pinch of brokenness
painful slap of poverty
Desperately looking here and there

Eminent wake of temptations
In the face of luxuries
hugging me with hunger and desire

yearning for what I cannot get
longing for what can never be mine
Weak at the sight of my strongest desires

learning my lessons the hard way
Economic freedom unheard of
Learning to live with in my means

Mastering my desires
Mastering the art of survival
Mastering the science of priorities.

matter of respect
boss at me!
I will respect you
***** my rights!
I will respect you
disturb my peace!
I will respect you
trash my cause!
I will respect you
deny me speech!
I will respect you
teach me to lament!
I will respect you

think your self big
That is respect
Pure deception
That is respect
fool me
That is respect
destroy me
That is respect
exploit me
That is respect
you are righteous
That is respect

Take it upon my word!
In the near future, fate
will bring you to my
hands! familiar hands
And you will face the
music!

we share not the  mother
we share not the father
but we are brothers
brothers born of time
brothers born of struggle
brothers born of memories
brothers born of company
brothers born of adventures
brothers born of  troubles
brothers born of admiration
brothers born of ups and downs
only the most high can tell
the tale of our journey
the most high blessed me
with "the brother{"

our brother is immortal!
when your only name at home is traitor
when all your mother nation can
give you is death
when your mother nation reigns you
with terror
when your only survival is behind
enemy lines
when you cannot even trust your
own son or father
singing your mother nation's anthem
in exile and servitude
your cause seizes to matter

you saw this coming,
it is now before your faces
it is now before your comrades
you saw this coming!
it is stealthily devouring you with
all your family, company,
past and future that was to be bright
toil no more brother!
that is all your mother nation
gives you at her knees
toil no more brother!
mother nation has given you bread
the bread of death
toil no more brother!
for the afterlife anxiously
waits for you, your
unfulfilled dreams, your passion
your sovereignty  and your
finest of extra ordinary soul
brother! brother! brother!
the love we have for you.
you never leave our heart
we never saw you die
for your character is odd and
strange to death.

we bow at your name
cherish at your face
sob at your memories
smile at your glory
reflect at your childhood
nod at your comradeship
wonder at your untold escapades
grin at your probable future.

"we believed he would live
for ever because of the love we
had for him"
heartless dictators denied him
the promised land
he was a candle of hope
to the youth in our nation
fellows our brother is immortal!

Brother watch your company!
For looks are deceptive! ,wolves
under sheep's skin , things
seldom mean what they look
For distance lenders enchantment!
Because life is a
double faced coin.
Don't let darkness
stealthily creep into your
conscience , your life

I am behind enemy lines
I have lost contact with my platoon
All i hear is the deafening sound of
Explosives all around me
I long to go back home
I have rose , fell and raged
Through wars , battles , skirmishes
And retreats.
I have been a prisoner of  war
For years I have not had
A smile from home
Time is now.
My watch is over