Some lines were never crossed,
Like staying out ridiculously late,
Or going out on a flimsy date,
These two were clearly stressed;

And they shaped the future,
Becoming a recluse of sorts,
By the widow, acknowledging social reports,
At forty, contemplating a life tour.

I looked forward with great expectation,
In anticipation I dreamt,
For months I put shoulder to the wheel,
My heart ached long;

At last, it's here, can feel it all around,
The season of love,
The season of sharing,
Surrounded by fluffy whites;

But alas! A big blow,
Oh, what a way to shatter,
A memorable affair,
Together, with the one and only;

This silent killer,
Life taker,
Dream murderer,
Virus from the pit of hell;

Forced to stay indoors,
Away from love or friendship,
Conversing with the inanimate,
Same routine day and night;

Video calls only go that far,
They don't show beyond the edges,
How do I know, for real,
That you, also, are there alone?

Come away, Coronavirus!
Leave, now, so I can be,
With the one that I love,
Hurry, be on your way!

He gave us the good,
But I must find better,
For years I misunderstood,
Why he wasn't a goal getter;

Now a father myself,
I see with different eyes,
Be true to thyself,
Even if others see lies.

Coconut,
Heads,
In,
Power.

In life such desires are made manifest,
Upon ones creativity one invests,
Upon ones intelligence one banks,
Upon ones wisdom is assurance placed;

Do you believe in yourself,
Enough to pull through?
Too you believe in the totality,
Of succeeding without someone somewhere?

Man in all his mortality,
Voices out authority and superiority,
Saying, "come unto me, wealth seekers,"
"And I will make you rich,"

But take time to think through,
Is it all worth it?
Relying on the words of flesh?
And ignoring the words of wisdom?

Man doesn't hold any key,
With which to open wealth's door,
Except that which is given,
By the janitor of endless glories.

Any death diminishes,
One less of our humanity,
Whether remote or personal,
Be known or unknown;

But this one hit home,
A favourite of mine,
A screen gem, no doubt,
Taken, too quickly, without goodbye.

Immediately, gradually,
Quickly, slowly,
Temporarily, permanently,
Technically, simply.

Suddenly,
Unexpectedly,
Sadly,
Unbelievably.

But first, let's dance,
Happy this is all over,
Given another chance,
To sort out life's matter;

But haven't we endured,
Enough, to let hair down?
For weeks we've been bored,
It's time to hit the town!

The best time to be awake,
Is through the night,
Even if there's no light,
It's okay to binge on that cake.

She would be his best friend,
And partner in crime,
Never finding fault in his frailty,
Always compassionate and loving,

He would be by her side,
Never complaining about her beauty,
Completing her in every way,
And always being proud of her.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Singular overwhelming revelation,
There are coconut heads in power!

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
While the poor become poorer,
The rich, unfortunately, become richer.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Saving for the rainy day,
For Nigerians, a debatable matter?

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
If Nigerians aren't any wiser,
Then it's really, and truly, over!

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Brother, sister, you may not need,
A building called church, to gather.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
You may need,
To seek another lover.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Two would have gone in,
And come out, three or more, altogether.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Many relationships,
Would have been put asunder.

SOMETHIN' GOTTA GIVE!
WE OR THEM,
ONE MUST DIE FOR THE OTHER TO LIVE!
**** THE SYSTEM.

You will wage the greatest battles,
Of this life, not with hardware,
But a crises of contending emotions,
Feelings struggling to gain prominence;

Whether they rule you,
Reining them all in,
Or succumbing to the intrigues,
All end in that one place.

War! War!! War!!!
All around me sin a-blazing,
I run in every direction unseeing,
Looking for that door;

High on a moral ground,
Celebated from corruption,
Hermitted from seduction,
Sprituality all over me wound;

Then came the guns,
Bullets of lustful persuasion,
Sporadic shots of infatuation,
Leads of immorality weighing several tons;

Help me! Please, help me!
My soul cries out for a place,
Where I can see God's face,
Away from this drowning sea.

These things happen,
Planned or unplanned,
Although nursing one in hand,
Doesn't stop taking a quick stand;

So, in the heat of it all,
The smooth rise and sweet fall,
Whether some got in...,
...or was withdrawn before the rushing;

There was a delay in the flow,
Maybe it's just slow,
The cycle is well into the fourth,
Gives us some food for thought;

The two stripes were telling a story,
Of possible nine months glory,
Admidst lots of emotions, mixed and mashed,
But out the window is having life smashed.

The credibility of the toilet,
Is to be full of **** and ****,
Take both in copious amounts,
And give nothing back, save relief;

Something many of them,
Will never amount to,
All they can ever offer, anyone,
Is a plateful of sorrow and tears.

Commonsense,
Over,
Vain,
Idiosyncrasies.

An enemy,
Undiscovered,
A shadow in the wings,
Waiting to know you.

Wake,
Eat,
Love,
****.

In times of difficulty,
Many reveal themselves,
The true nature is made known,
And put on display for all to see;

But in peace times,
You can make all talk,
Beat your chest at rivals,
Project an image of invincibility;

Then comes a damning curve,
Like the one a pandemic draws,
Showing weakness of inept proportions,
Struggling to make sense of it all;

You see a truly great nation,
Able to export good and evil,
Keeping its core untouched,
Turning tables at every turn;

If humanity makes it,
Albeit battered and bruised,
The ranking of nations will be revised,
To show, now, the true world power.

To the party,
To development,
To common sense,
To everything else;

Coronavirus COVID-19,
Has stripped them,
Down to their inefficiencies,
Revealed! All lack basic competencies;

The people of state bear the brunt,
Of coconut heads acting like eggheads,
Led by an ancient of days,
Too old for many modern ways.

Silence cut through thick expectation,
Minds already at wits end hopeful,
For some favourable mention,
At least the cup can be half full;

The people of state are in a frenzy,
Day and night they stand watch,
Not a time to be lazy,
Bonfires pierce the night like a torch;

Criminals are on the loose,
Tiny looking lads called the untouchables,
Ask the vulnerable to choose,
Between life or their valuables;

The otherwise heavy-handed jackboot,
Suddenly has grown light,
They that delight in shared loot,
Miraculously have blended with the night;

So, here we are on another leg,
A journey within four walls,
With nothing, even a happy keg,
To quench the longing in swollen *****

There's no time than now,
That this country needs a rebirth,
All of the old must die,
To give life to a new beginning;

We just cannot continue like this,
Those dinosaurs have caused enough harm,
They've destroyed well enough,
Turned a bad situation irreversibly worse;

Thus a decaying of all the old ways,
An accelerated putting to death,
All religious bigoted acts of stupidity,
Tribal or ethnic jingoistic anomie;

A nation is coloured by its leader,
Unfortunate if such were defined,
By the idiosyncrasies of religious,
Or backward ethnosocial beliefs;

We are were we are,
Where we're not well,
Wherein we were,
Whereas were we where;

Thus it makes sense to gather,
The lot of these analogue invertebrates,
Offer them a life in exile somewhere,
Where the sun will never shine.

Glory to the most high!
For our mist is gone!
Once, we had fogged up sky!
But now a crystal tone!

Many thanks to lockdown,
Who knew... who knew...,
Took a ride downtown,
'Twas as good as new;

The earth breathes again,
Celestial messages coming through,
Unhindered by polluted refrain,
Everywhere the skies are blue, true;

Sadly, man won't continue this way,
For as soon as this enemy is defeated,
Renewed rat race takes over the day,
And the dark night continues unlimited.

Shameless lectern robbers,
Pulpit thieves!
They have no qualms,
Duping the simple of GOD;

In a time of fear and great confusion,
They devise means of wanton avarice,
Taking from the poor and needy,
Unto themselves, ****** gluttons!

Corona, here's an assignment for you,
Pay them a quick visit,
Yes, the ones that see it all,
Now, let's see, if they SEE you coming!

In the times of forced confinement,
There's only one requirement,
Those four walls, or more,
Protect your from what's beyond the door;

So, all you need do,
Is not be daily blue,
But turn your heart,
And give it a fresh start.

Let the people declare the end of times,
But haven't you had enough?
When will you turn to face the oppressor?
Even with your backs against the wall;

Reality crept upon the wicked,
The ones that gloried in foolishness,
They hid the commonwealth for themselves,
Yet see how useless their hoard has become;

As the crown of thorns rips through them,
Man, woman, old and young,
They struggle, now, like their oppressed many,
In fear of dying, the cowardly false gods;

But the people are silent,
Cowed by years of servitude,
Everyone afraid of something,
Keyboard warriors in solitude;

This chance to press reset,
Take back your stolen destiny,
You see their weakened resolved,
Now, is the time, to rise as one!

An untimely occasion presents,
Here given an unprecedented opportunity,
To reshape the entire community,
To stop everything, and begin afresh.

Under the hardship of poverty,
And persistent lack of anything comfortable,
The people have turned a brutal lot,
Not minding whether their leaders perish;

But why blame them?
All they have known is impoverishment,
From cradle to grave is a struggle,
With no affection from the top;

The people attend rotten hospitals,
Learn, if at all, in crumbling schools,
Move around in rusty public transport,
And are buried in overgrown graveyards;

And when the forces bless their tormentors-in-chief,
With ailments of Eastern origins,
And cannot go to Western lands for cure,
The people are glad, and dance to karma's melodious rhythms.

Drawing a straight line,
From the affluent,
To those struggling to pay rent,
All stuck in, wine or no wine;

The neglected places,
Have become cherished spaces,
Will now be adorned with rich laces,
For our guests with chubby faces.

Growing up was lonesome,
Didn't believe I was awesome,
In fear of everything,
Self esteem was nothing.

Oh, what time to be alive!
To see, to see! The wicked stumble!
The untouchables believed they'd survive,
In the secret place of their bubble;

Now the story is about them,
Premium the access to the world,
Going thither or whither the globe's stem,
Even where they're not called;

While the poor are behind curtains,
Unsure, restless, hoping against uncertainty,
In the darkness, praying against unseen restraints,
Bound by a shared impoverished humanity;

The authorities of heaven,
Have laid the tables even,
Gifted our oppressors a mighty burden,
Occupied from dawn and beyond eleven.

Every one easily recognisable face,
Has come down with the virus,
From Norway to Australia, an alarming pace,
Isn't this a circus?

Like an oblique propaganda,
Set to cause global apprehension,
It employs celebrities into its agenda,
Just to further heighten a campaign of confusion;

Europeans have caught it,
Footballers, too,
People of colour can get it,
Even world leaders, too;

Thus the story unfolds,
Of how the world unites in terror,
Panic, fear in great manifolds,
Grips the planet in total horror!

I was born in a leap year,
I mean, that's not a bad thing,
Could have been worse, my dear,
Like a venomous wasp sting;

But as I've come into being,
February twenty-nines marked fear,
Come to expect some terrible happening,
Something to scratch the world's ear;

The calamities following leap years,
Are far more bizarre, horribly so,
For there's a multiplying of tears,
Reaping four times the evils we sow;

I lost my dear father in a leap year,
Failed high school and had to repeat,
My own mentor drowned my hopes beyond repair,
And my beloved girlfriend broke my heart in a beat;

Suddenly, from the far East,
And spreading through the West,
Rises a deadly and unseen beast,
Eating up the elderly and infecting the rest;

It's a few months in,
Tragedies recorded are alarming,
The future is amply frightening,
Yet 'tis mere introduction to horrors we have seen.

No one can tell my story,
Any better than I experienced them,
Those cold and trembling nights,
When my body ate it's own fat;

Felt abandoned by my parents,
Left to the mercy of strangers,
That took me in, forgot to feed me,
Watched me shrink to the bone.

I wear something larger,
As I have acquired a frame, bigger,
The years have added their toll,
But I am on a positive roll;

Everything that my closed eyes have dreamt,
With open reality I have learnt,
That life will give as much as it takes,
No regretting free opportunities and one-night forsakes;

In four decades a lot have transpired,
My father has for four years expired,
Dear mother suffered a grieving stroke,
And many times I have been badly broke;

I found a wife, woman of my rib,
And twice, we have filled our crib,
A boisterous girl, now three,
And a charming boy, four months lovely to see;

So I have considered my days,
And reflected on my ways,
To the owner of my soul, many thanks,
For many never swarm this banks;

As the other half looms large,
Setting off on a greying, more introspectful barge,
I pray the seas be milder, blessed kinder,
Offering fresher courses toward the unknown border.

One by two, and tens, by the hundreds,
Humans coming down with it,
And before long, there are thousands,
Many dead, and more dying;

****** countries are deflowered,
By the infected from abroad,
Showing no signs at the ports,
Only to manifest a few days after;

But why allow them in?
Coming from tainted lands,
They should remain in situ,
If they cared, any, about their countrymen.

Panic creeps upon the world,
President's; their wives, footballers and Prime Ministers,
Large social areas have been walled,
Race is on to produce oceans of hand sanitisers.

In what seems like a movie,
Art transforming into life,
The world can't take a selfie,
Thick fear can be cut by a knife.

The world is a vulnerable place,
All that's needed is a slowing pace,
Anything to restrict global movement,
And watch how economies become insolvent.

Going to be forty in weeks,
Still have no clue,
Mother thinks my hair's due,
But not falling for her old tricks;

Midlife crisis is at hand,
Job security tops the list,
Should I join a local band,
Or a ******* at the very least?

A son and a daughter,
Then we close shop,
Both are not a bother,
Unless there's a naughty drop;

Recently rounded up oldies,
1408, Shutter Island and Resident Evil,
Alone, without any cronies,
I'll just try to be civil.

It's all comers thriving port,
Where receives all questionable sort,
The white Jesus, blond, blue eyed,
And the point where freedom died;

First came an American man with suspicious payload,
But caught by the eagle eye of an Amazon bold,
Whereas Adadevoh gave her life, to save hundreds of millions,
Ebola disease had no qualms

Just as we thought this too shall pass,
An Italian man skips our terrible defenses,
Who knows how far he had transmitted,
The deadly Wuhan China Corona Virus;

Codenamed COVID19,
The potential annihilator has arrived,
Coconut heads responsible for early detection,
Obviously busy enjoying some unwarranted vacation;

And as the many have taken to prayers,
To ward off evil from their areas,
The charge is to ruling class,
To not confirm theirs is the true natured ***.