I thought I could be strong for you mama
To endure the pain and drama
The countless whips on my naked body
The tears that flow all night.
I wish you could read between the lines
To hear my soul whisper the pain I felt.
Why couldn't you unveil the beast you cuddled daily?
Each night the crescent moon floods my room
I would watch joy and happiness flee from me
Each night, my dignity was stolen, my heart broken
My soul ripped apart but I couldn't scream.
Did his gifts blind your eyes to your child
Did his lies taste like sweet wine?
Did my truth taste like bitter kola?
Did my tears make you aghast?
Will I die in silence? Night after night.

By the time you read this
I'll be in my daddy's arms
I'll tell him the horror your love committed.

When you're ****** up to your worst tone
It's my number you call
You locked me up in the friend zone
Like Oliver Twist I want more.
He is your love, your secret crush
His presence made you blush.
I can't speak, I can only watch
As your raw love remains untouched.

You built fantasies about him like he cared
I am shy and quiet but I am here.
You tagged me the best friend you had
I get jealous of him, it makes me sad.
If I had the chance
I'll feed you the love he starved you
I will learn to dance
I will unmask my love to satisfy you.
Beyond our games and story
I wish you love me. I am lonely.

Mama, what does it mean to be free?
To think and act on your own?
If they free our skin will they free our minds?
Will we learn to love and appreciate one another?
Will my bronze skin be beautiful?
Will men admire my ***** hair
Will they rather look at her pale skin in awe?
Can we be truly free or will it be an illusion?
Will we stand equal or forever inferior to colonizers?
If freedom walks in
Will we mourn our brothers or sing songs of freedom
Mourning is easy, we mourn daily
If we are to sing freedom songs
How will we sing songs we were never taught
If freedom doesn't walk in
Will we be slaves forever?
Mama, what does it mean to be free?

Beneath the tattered roof with rays of disquietude peeping is where you will find me
My feet swollen because I have no sandals
My clothes are torn and you can see my flesh
Tightly attached to my bones like leggings.

I am a cave man. I search only for food and a place to sleep
At night the cold cuddles and I can barely sleep
The mosquitoes sing restless hymns in my ears and my blood is the price for their service.
I go from street to street with an unwashed body
Begging, then stealing becomes the only option.

I come from a world where pain and suffering is no visitor
A world where hymns of death are sung daily
Begging to leave this world, hoping to find joy at the other side.
What if we continue this
journey at the other side?
Singing hymns of agony for eternity

If I had a day extra
We would watch the glowing Eko masquerades
Dance to legends in our best attire
We would sing and dance everyday
In our ever flowing regalia.
We would sing our childhood songs like we don't care
Dancing in the rain like innocent children
We would walk naked with no shame and no fear
Tomorrow isn't promised, I wish I knew then.

If I had a moment extra
Before the earth called you home
I would kiss you without fear
Defile religious we hold dear
I would each second count
I would love you without doubt.

If I had a day extra

What if God was a man, like mortal beings
He would be a man feared by kings
He would awe the world by doing unspeakable things,
The world will know of his name
Atheist would try but science can't explain.
If God was a man,
He would seat on the throne of dilemma
Trying to answer the prayers of every man
The common man who prays for good health
For business sake, the coffin maker prays for death,
The common man who prays for peace in his place
The lawyer who prays for his case.
If God was a man,
One that I can touch this close
If man propose, how dare he dispose!
Isn't he human like us?
Why does he find joy in our loss?
If God was a man,
Would he also fall in love?
Would that explain the birth of his son?
When he dies where will he go?
Would he tell us world secrets no one knows?
If God was a man,
Would we see him as God?
Would you believe if he performed miracles as God?
Or if he spoke in a heavenly voice?
Would you rather think
he is just a man seeking fame by force

What if God was a man, like mortal beings
He would be a man feared by kings
He would awe the world by doing unspeakable things,
The world will know of his name
Atheist would try but science can’t explain.

If God was a man,
He would seat on the throne of dilemma
Trying to answer the prayers of every man
The common man who prays for good health
For business sake, the coffin maker prays for death,
The common man who prays for peace in his place
The lawyer who prays for his case.

If God was a man,
One that I can touch this close
If man propose, how dare he dispose!
Isn’t he human like us?
Why does he find joy in our loss?

If God was a man,
Would he also fall in love?
Would that explain the birth of his son?
When he dies where will he go?
Would he tell us world secrets no one knows?

If God was a man,
Would we see him as God?
Would you believe if he performed miracles as God?
Or if he spoke in a heavenly voice?
Would you rather think
he is just a man seeking fame by force

I have seen God.
Her head raised high, poised and beautiful
Smooth skin that seems to control nature in her veins.
In her was history, the first, the genesis.
Her love is impartial, incomparable.

I have seen God
In different shades of earth and nature
Made of Protons, neutrons, melanin
She is root; the source of life
Life itself, the very beginning.

I have seen God
She would trade her life for her children
She’s an armour and life jacket
She is the source of life and peace.
She is more than an angel, she is a god.

I have seen God
She is black.

Listen! Listen my son
Take heed! Take heed to my words
As you journey to a land so far
Remember the sand beneath your feet
It absorbed your tears, sweat, blood in the farm land,
The blessings and curses that lies between your teeth.

Do not forget your motherland
You will always be a stranger to the snow
Remember your father's smile
His blessings helped you grow.
In your motherland you are a king
Do not kiss buttocks for green bills
Do not forget our doctrines and culture
Speak your father's tongue, its no torture.

Remember to return home, there is no place like it
Kneel my son, receive the blessings of a king.

Poets are murderers
Yes we are.
We are teachers of the ultimate truth
We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life
We teach them love
With sweet tongues we forge our words
Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears
And pleasant sight to the eyes.
We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant tales
That make their soul hunger for this sacred truth called love.
Then fate flips the cards
Attention here and there from strangers we never knew
Disciples we never saw, followers who clung to our every word
Pleading for that sacred love that we taught
But this love is not ours, we are only messengers of this
Sacred love that most of us never had.
It becomes our duty to **** their innocent heart
And shatter their simple soul with the bitter truth
That they fell in love with the poem and not the poet.

You felt like a king with a significant crown
Because she loved you enough to draw her pants down
You glowed with pride after the last round
Then you became a beast with a hard frown.
You call her a ***** because she was cheap
She gave you all, love was the tip
She made you hard from bottom to tip
Now she's garbage just after the trip.
For love she was a *****
She would hold you if you fall
Satisfy your lust from dusk to dawn
Yet you clutch hard with your claw.
Her heart tore open by pain
She couldn't live with the negative fame
She jump to her death to end the game
She wished Love never sang your name.

Through the darkness
Through the dancing flame
When faith was madness
In this drenching rain
When failure seemed supreme
And mocking faces orbit
When hope seemed unreal
With things hardwork *****.
This is where great men walked.

Through trials and many attempts
Through hardwork that never relent
Through sleepless nights and frustration
Their vision led by determination
When faith begins to wobble
Seek hope from the Almighty
Great hope they all gobble,
Strength to keep fighting
This is where great men walked.

Behold! A child is born
The reward of such great labour
Greatness with it core
The world bows with its favour
Then history is written
His greatness; this is the beginning.
This is where great men walked.

I am what you might call an abnormal specie
Although I possess most characteristics of homosapiens I feel ****...different
People say I'm an epitome of art which I find amusing
I feel more like a homeless spirit tossed around by the wind without purpose.
I hardly do things my friends do, sometimes I try hard to blend
My friends tell their love stories and emotions
I go to my story *** and cook creative stories of me spiced with scenes from Indian movies
I have a barricade of fear, anxiety and distrust around my stomach so you can't find butterflies there
Don't get me wrong, I haven't had any heart breaks... Maybe once or twice... I don't remember because I'm not bothered
I gave up on love long time ago... Maybe I didn't... Maybe it just... Left.
So here I am on a serious relationship with depression and solitude
My friends tell tales of their *** experience with girlfriends, party strangers but I'm too shy to tell them of my daily ******* with my lovers.
I flirt sometimes and it seems like a natural gift, I could say sweet words that will make Shakespeare's grave tremble but I never have the strength to go further; to lie on their naked body because I fear I might break their hearts if I go too deep. She might think I'm in love but get disappointed the next morning then sing aloud the daily female hymn "Men are ****"
I'm considered the devil's agent because I'm one of the few species who dare to ask "why" whenever it comes to religious matters.
I am a stranger to myself, I say and do things I never thought I could. I'm a coward, luckily my alter ego is fierce, he's the gifted one; the poet and smooth talker, I just take the credits.
I'm scared of marriage, will I marry because I love her or because my mother desperately needs grandchildren so she can sing lullabies to their tiny ears? Will I love my wife? How will I when love seems like a foreign, ancient and forgotten language?
I am the only one of my kind.
I am... I really don't know who I am.