Under over round and round,
I look above and below, to what
I have found.

Inside outside side to side, its
how you look at it that decides
what view we see all around,
for every view will be different
perspective you see.

For perspective is what each does
see, each view will never be the
same, as the view from before
will have already changed.

We all see the world from different
places, different views , we all are
looking. But with each moment
passing its a different view.

I may be little,
but I'm big at
heart..

I am a
blank page,
draw my life in words...

What if the sky isn't blue?
What if the grass isn't green too?
What if the sea isn't wet?
What if we never felt the sharp sting of regret?
What if morning never came?
What if there was no sunshine after the rain?
What if the leaves they didn't dance?
What if love didn't involve romance?
What if humanity ceases to exist?
What if time, was all but a myth?
What if the suns rays didn't shine?
What if poetry didn't rhyme?
What if the breeze never blew?
What if birds never flew?
What if colours existed in shades we'd never imagined?
What if no one could recall, terrible things that have happened?
What if there was no such thing as war?
What if no one closed or opened a door?
What if no one died?
What if no one ever lied?
What if humanity wasn't corrupted?
What if this world we live in, wasn't distructed.
What if global warming was just a scare?
What if all parties involved chose to play fair?
What if life didn't end in dying?
What if we were all satisified, just because we were trying?

Life is a fight, we survive
to see another day, We
are the hunter. But never
sit easy because we are always
the prey.

Food chains change everyday,
the weak will be preyed upon
each and everyday, We are
forgetting what it is to hunt,
survive the real world beyond
your safe doors.

The hunters do not hunt anymore,
we are becoming weak, and sooner
than later the ladder we will fall, and
become just another hunted, as we
have become weakened by how
we live today.

We used to fight for life, but if there
is no fight left in us, will we just work,
rest and play...

I am stuck in a long hallway
Of mirrors
Each one shows something new
And unfamiliar
I can't even tell
Which one is me
Because I have expectations
But I can't see reality
I wish I could just perform
A vanishing act
Because I can't stand
The image that reflects
I am done with seeing
Elongated arms and chubby legs
And that twisted symphony
Repeating in my head
The number on the scale
Can never get too small    
Cause the mirror looks the same
When I leave the bathroom stall
Always something different
I just wish there was consistency
Because these carnival mirrors
Have got me hating all of me

Splintered memories of you
fracture into cracks of scattered longing.
Nothing will repair the broken view
a skewed by time.
Nothing returns to perfection.
The way you smiled, your brown eyes
the way your hair fell
flopped in your eyes.
Eyes that, if they saw me
they lied and shied away.

Who is this?!
Who is this creature,
peeping through my joy,
interrupting my happiness?
Who is this creature,crawling my surrounding?
Crooking the smooth path i once trod?

Who is this that feeds upon the flesh of my children,
And drinks from the blood of my offsprings?!
Who is this ravaging the treasures long laid?
Darkening my image,
Treading upon my dignity?!
Trampling on my joy of motherhood?
How did my innocent children wrong you?

Upon whose invitation do you resident my camp?!
Who invited you to swim in the blood of children?!
And have as your meal the fruits of my hardlabour?

Curse upon you this day,
For you're but unwanted guests!
Enemies of humanity
Humanly clothed.
Enough to your damage.
Gather your luggage and be gone from us.

Let me and my children sing the songs of peace!.
Be far removed from us!
Go far away from this land and do not return.

I don't know what you could call this exactly,
I was at a musical concert in one of the states
And a school filled with children of less than 13 years of age
Presented a song which I could call a petition.
They were praying earnestly for God to save Nigeria
From lawless people, bloodshed, assassination and a list of other wreckless things
It touched me that finally, it has gotten to this! When children start to file a petition to God against our leaders saying for their sake God should save the nation
It's a bit disturbing that even the kids know that there is a problem with this nation.
Do we have to ridicule ourselves forever? The children who were in the ***** and groins some years back have come to understand the situation and are crying out.
The educational standard is falling to pieces and the threads would have to be carefully woven together if we wanna make something out of it again.
It's embarrassing to know that there are so many sectors that has failed, absolutely nothing is working.  
Our leaders still apportion blame. Roads are not good and then you get to hear one is a federal road one is state owned. Does it matter who owns the road if it is in their country?
Why aren't everyone looking beyond their noses and see what's wrong. Our youths have resolved to fraud when hard work and talents aren't appreciated.
Universities have been shut down for months now in the name of strike and the government officials could afford to eat and carry on their daily activities!
Aren't they meant to be in the hospital, complaining of one illness or the other as a result of the unrest the matter has caused? Disheartening! Even the hospitals go on strike and innocent people are left to die as a result of no medical attention.
I was moved to tears when these children sang. The nation's unrest and matters have become prayer points in all places of worship. God should indeed look down from His throne, have mercy on us and save Nigeria!

This decent lady,
Courted by all and sundry,
She'll turn out fine,
Getting better, like maturing wine.