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The corruption of worldly living,
On this campus that we live in,
Falsehoods in large measures thriving,
A haven for demons to thrive in;

Where religion has failed,
For those who practise such,
The lack of it has helped much,
On angels wings to safety sailed;

The mystery can never be unravelled,
Though open for everyone to marvel,
Opaque even in the clearest marble,
Blind to the widest travelled;

The kingdom is for the childlike truly,
The little ones unspolled by immorality,
Unaware of the smallest bit of hypocrisy,
Certainly not for the decadent and unruly;

Where several lost precious lives,
A child's in ways most baffling lives,
Wherefore the soul that sins dies,
Away from nether gloom, alive the innocent lives.
DOE, JULY 2003.
For,  against; for, against; for, against,
The tension in the air is thick with anxiety,
A date with destiny, set in palpable angst,
Many people with reasons as diverse as society;

To some it is time to pay back the man,
The very same one that did the same,
A decade back when things were much better,
That same oogle-eyed, bespectacled quiet gangster;

To others a means to let off steam,
In the direction of everything, anything,
Not awake, not even in a trance,
Just flowing with tide of vociferous war chanting,

And yet some others just belong one team,
Having a singular motive to cause disruption,
Believing in no other way to realise the dream,
Of a a group of people united by a decent nation;

In response, the government of the day,
Seem to have dropped their breaches to ankle,
Stumbling along with weird interventions without delay,
Ambling this way, that way, like a lost and drunken uncle;

Every where there are armed, cutely kitted security forces,
Many of whom were previously missing where the action is loudest,
You wonder whether these ones live a different reality?
Perhaps in an alternate universe where costs are cheapest?

It is barely twenty-four hours to march off,
The government side-eyeing a list of demands,
Drawn by a determined cross-section of delinquents,
It is all, now, or nothing, forever!
Nigerian young people have mobiles across social media to protest the times that the have found themselves in, labelling it #ENDBADGOVERNANCE. The government on the other hand has chosen to play checkers on a chess board with them by pushing #SAYNOTOPROTEST.

Many have called out an inorganic counter advocacy by elements loyal to the occupiers of the rocky villa to discourage the August 1, 2024 protest from marching off. Some allege that as little as one thousand and five hundred naira is being exchanged for a couple of hours of pro-government marches.
On the other hand however, the protest group have remained resolute in the face of all sorts of gimmicks employed by various government agencies to find cracks in their ranks. Cheap or free bags of rice, emergency loans, immediate signing of new minimum wage, etc have not been met with favourable disposition by the hungry and angry.
A few wealthy men,
Running around with power,
Laughing in the face of poverty,
Dressed in green and white and green;

A few powerful men,
Strutting around with fat wallets,
Sharing promises to the hopeless,
Allocating lies dressed in dishonesty;

A lot of angry people,
Hungry for something to believe in,
Never known a life of meaning,
Desperate for the chance of a lifetime.
Many people around here are either waiting to get into power to acquire stupendous wealth or already in power acquiring wealth stupendously.

With a population alleged to be two hundred million and more, you can imagine the level of frustration among those outside the one percent at the top that will, maybe, never exit the ninety-nine percent at the bottom.
Grinding, grinding, grinding,
Held by the hand of fate,
Around the dimming of faith,
When hope is difficult to operate in;

There is visible resistance at play,
The pestle strains, demands to be held tightly,
Unyielding stones protest vehemently,
Progress is hard, fine result ages away;

Everything is working in opposition,
Nothing is lending support in the other direction,
Many months after an emotionally charged election,
Very little is left to the imagination;

But something must give,
Now, or later,
The former, better,
All in, all in! Live!
Nigeria is evolving right before our very eyes!
After eight years of terrible governance, the present administration is saddled with reversing at great speed then doing the most incredible 180° in modern history to face the right direction.
I try, really I do,
Not to bring to mind,
That you are no more,
That I'll never see you again;

Your passive instructions guide me,
And the active one keep me going,
Your memory continues to ginger me!
All of which are clean, clear and unblemished.

At times like this I take solace,
In the cheer that you went away gallant,
Not wishing us any bother at all,
Strong, very strong, until the very end.
My father left us on May 22, 2016. He never saw my children, the oldest came in December of the year.

Today, my Dad would have been 88. I miss him very much, every time.
Dada Olowo Eyo Dec 2023
Sometimes the skies aren't bright,
And things seem not alright,
The misalignment of the stars,
And success held behind bars;

Then the sun shines again,
And we're not reminded of our pain,
Glory to the heavens!
For the renewal of the seasons!
On the road to perfection, we're at the eight milenof our journey as a couple, my wife and I, traveling with our children on this journey to greatness.
Dada Olowo Eyo Jul 2023
Someplace, around the corner,
There, where my mind struggles,
Trying to make sense of it all,
Many questions remain unanswered;

I remember receiving that call,
Out of the blue on that fateful day,
They called out to you, severally,
But you had answered a higher one;

Not a day changes from sunrise to sundown,
That I do not reflect what could have been,
How thoae last minutes actually played through,
Where you in pain, or really felt nothing;

Rest on, my mother,
Friend to all,
Enemy to none,
A beautiful soul like no other.
Two years ago today my Mother passed away in her sleep. Those who gained access into her room, say she laid peacefully like a baby in demise.
Sleep on, sweet mother.
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