Remember us,
The minority, so christened,
What we have, we got by force,
Better, if they had listened.

High in the hills,
Down by the creeks,
Voices drowned in sludge,
And by devils who would not budge.

The tripod of deception,
Sown by our fathers,
Tended by our mothers:
Hausas, Igbos, and Yorubas.

Five times daily,
Or many times weekly,
Their forebears were crusaders,
And Jihadist conquerors.

Who are we?
How did we?
When did we?
How then can we?

And she was not fresh,
Blessed with an annoying breath,
But men formed a shameful mesh,
Around this unwholesome breadth.

This strain is wicked,
And has a mean carrier,
She evaded the barrier,
And showed our weak head.

It is in the nature of the firmament,
TO pour rain upon the face of the earth,
Should we then blame heaven's government,
For the flood that caused my brother's death?

Woman of mine,
Tastes like cherry-chocolate wine,
Omoyele, that'e her name,
Or Tolulope, 'tis all the same.

Aye, you take away,
My livelihood with a wicked smirk,
Know ye, today,
The heavens multiply your sorrow's birk.

Aye, you take away,
My livelihood with a wicked smirk,
Know ye, today,
The heaven multiply your sorrow's birk.

I want to believe, canine heaven,
Oh,  dear old boy,
You filled our days with jumpy, troublesome joy,
Sad, you never made it to eleven.

Between the ears, between the legs,
Therein lies the ultimate tradeoff,
Follow your heart or the magic stuff,
One or the other, the question begs.

Win, lose or draw,
I kick fear out of the door,
Pick I off of the floor,
Spread my wings, mount up  and soar!

Kick me, scratch, spit,
I welcome all,
With a smile so tall,
And I love, every one, and bit.

The perpertuating expanse of the skies,
The love in a woman's eyes,
Mysteries man will forever contemplate,
More so, with you, since our first date.

Who owns the kitchen,
Or pays for the room?
Who works the broom,
Or goes in to fry the chin-chin?

The kitchen, oh, I hate the kitchen,
He sits there, waiting to eat chin-chin,
So tired after a long, hard day,
I'd sit like a princess, if I had my way.

Odoodun l'a r'omo obi l'ate,
The sun shall rise above you on the next,
Alahurabi ko ni se e li agutan, pa'so esi da,
Eat, be merry, age is but a number.

Stealing is not corruption,
Judas Iscariot is not a criminal,
Love is mere emotion,
And death is not final.

And when you die,
Exit on an awesome high,
Float up cheerfully into brightly coloured sky,
And wave us all a merry goodbye.

And for what it is worth,
East, South, West, North,
The Nigeria of my dream,
Can be sweeter than coffee icecream.

The days I fall hardest,
Are the ones kindest,
And were I to surrender,
Then all go assunder.

'Tis my undying, ageless love,
As mysterious as the deep,
Forever, to hold, and to keep,
Ready, always, for any life's curve.

In your arms the earth stops,
Spinning in the opposite direction,
Away, I am all motion,
And all else flops.

A seedling thrown to ground,
Will decay and sleep a season,
With fire and water abound,
I awaken to fulfil life's reason.

You say you love me,
But your heart is miles away,
You promised to stay,
But never left the open sea.

These curves are me,
They please you, or not,
Every voluptuous piece of me,
Will make you grunt.

Motorised thunder,
Tearing the forests assunder,
Death lay in their wake,
And the fear, no, 'tis not fake.

The almond of her eyes,
And the sweetness of her thighs,
The spirit in her laughter,
All make her a rare wonder.

Be true to your heart,
Let your head rationalise,
And your intellect theorise,
But you knew right from the start.

The rains sing beautifully,
On the morning of HIS resurrection,
'Tis proper to feel happy and jolly,
In hope of coming perfection.

When love is over the sea,
And it is hard to see,
Reason in letting burn,
Feelings for a one long gone;

Even with shut eyes,
And these are no lies,
I behold you,
Glowing in colours fine and true;

But time has worn thin,
That special thing,
For a while, we both shared,
But never said, how, we truly cared;

The feelings for a girlfriend,
When she becomes a wife,
Should not end,
After she brings forth life.

Mama, you belong, now, to the ages,
"Dada awuru ya'le ya'gi oko, baba mi!"
I remember you'd fondly call me,
Rest on, Mama; We love you.

I sought an angel,
And found a star,
Oh, she had fallen,
Out of the sky for me.

The sequence of our emotions,
Is a new tradition,
Packed in discrete portions,
Not a random relation.

Pervets practice beastialism to sample variety,
Homosexuals wish to discover compatibility,
While only the earthly desire is all but satisfied,
True fulfilment is only achieved in the spiritual magnified.

Voices of the dead,
They wail harrowing tunes,
Clawing their way through the dunes,
Searching for sweeter bread.

The wilderness beckons,
I go to be  tempted by demons,
Your love will keep me,
As I journey across the desert and sea.

Dost thine heart palpitate,
At the sight of me?
Wilt thine congregate,
Where the land meets the sea?

Loneliness has become unattractive,
Because your laughter lightens my heart,
I think I should start,
To stop being a loveless captive.

When loneliness becomes unattractive,
And her laughter pulls at your heart,
Then maybe you better start,
To stop being a loveless captive.

What a man and a woman do,
What a man and a woman see,
What a man and a woman feel,
What a man and a woman say,
What a man and a woman know,
What a man and a woman hear,
What a man and a woman sing,
What is between a man and a woman,
Can only be understood,
By the man and his woman.

Circumstances made you leave,
Instances of moments still cleave,
After the fallow comes refertility,
Tomorrow holds no uncertainty;

But Take this along with you:
I leave you better than you were.

Our minds were sweaty,
As we caressed our thoughts,
The language was steamy,
And the sighs were ancient tongues.

Green, and red, and gold,
Merry chills from the Yuletide cold,
Oh, my dear, what is going on?
Behold the heavens! A child is born!!

Tarry, milady, a lifetime,
The moon is nigh full,
Indeed, I be a fool,
To love you without a dime.

You say one,
I hear another,
You are my lover,
And then you are gone.

Even when the sun shines,
Over the hills and climes,
The chill of the harmattan morning,
Cheers us on until the dawning.