Only I trust,
The beating of my heart,
Been with me from the very start,
Right through six feet ******, and dust.

I have learned from father and brother-in-law,
How not to treat wives,
Provision is not a chore,
It is maintaining dear lives.

Life's double standards,
The weak achieve greatness,
And I get served innards,
Working the city's rotten vastness.

You're a shooting star against the darkened sky,
You're a red rose in a sea of white lillies,
You're a breath of fresh air in this stale world,
You're a gold nugget in a dark coal quarry.

Walk out on your dreams,
And others will walk straight into them,
Yes, you swim dark, sorrowful streams;
There are those who've made dams out of 'em.

Hard work no be money,
Make you ask the man wey dey push trolley,
Sun, and rain, beat am tire,
Until the day wey him go retire.

*Nigerian pidgin english

And Cain lifted his arm,
And struck his brother, Abel,
And the earth groaned in pain,
And hate soaked the entire world.

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

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

Then snaked her hand,
Between the mountains,
Pleasures like delicious rains,
Caressing ***** grains of sand.

What’s more depressing than darkness,
More shameful than a golden fool,
As hopeless as a castrated bull,
As frustrating, as a stalemate, in chess?

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.

Daily, the conductor bellows,
"Enter with your change!"
Echoing the charge of his vocal fellows,
Then rudely disembarks passengers outside the range.

Wailing from across the seas,
But nobody sees,
The relevance of their cries,
Even as it thunders up to the skies.

Grown men, bickering like rats,
Squeaking around obvious facts,
To the sewers! Stinky bats!!
Two-face snitches, and their shameless acts.

Soothe me with affection,
Caress my soul,
Worship me with connection,
From my hair's strand…to my feet's sole.

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

Moodle foodle woodle,
Toodle roodle poodle,
Noodle boodle hoodle,
Loodle yoodle zoodle.

Tired faces shuffle home,
Unsmiling countenances,
Irritated by impoverished nuances,
Stress, like a hanging, stifling dome.

The ruler wields absolute authority,
He tramples upon the minority,
With ferocity, he goes out to conquer,
And lays waste upon the weak across the border.

You wonder aimlessly,
In the forest of pain and loneliness,
Scratched, pricked and pierced mercilessly,
****** tears, making, an aching mess.

Between love and scorn,
Lies the heart of a woman,
Make haste, turn her on,
Lest hell's embers, you foolishly fan.

Mushy, mush! Mush!!
Emotions twirl and slosh,
Pack it in for the day,
And go frolic in hay.

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Better it is today,
My life to lay,
For a cause worthy,
Than a cowardly history.

Blue eyes, she's got blue ice,
Most beautiful things I've ever seen,
Her heart's where I'd have been,
If only, only if, she didn't take, the colder highs.

Stretch naira through the window,
Get a pack of biscuits,
Chew, chew and swallow,
And savour the little bits.

I  encourage myself, me alone,
Their prayers are what they are,
And how far I can go on my own,
Is left for those answered prayers and all the will I can muster.

Away with the angels,
Mandela, he flies away with brilliant wings,
Joyfully smiling with heavenly beings,
He leaves behind, hypocrites, and crocodile spells.

You scream like a banshee,
Writhing like a salted earthworm,
You said I was lovely,
But told your friend I can't even make you warm.

Each time I clamber over a mountain, and see,
The vastness of the green fields in the distance,
I am yet again confronted by a gaping hole that stops my advance,
Perplexed, I scout for bravery, too come carry me, across the black, abysmal sea.

But how else can one explain,
More or less, with disdain,
Frolicking with your oppressors?
Taking selfies with suited emperors?!

At a loss for how quickly we forget,
The many tyrannical years of enslavement,
The ****** of the motherland on a budget,
Killing brilliant minds for continued enthronement;

And fifty-eight years down the poverty line,
Not one thing learned at all,
Only to bow, grovel and crawl,
To a shameless monarchy, cruel and devilishly serpentine.

Alien to me, is this falsity,
Always in difficult straits,
My mind oscillates between states,
Of rotten conscience and loyalty.

If I had it on a platter of gold,
And never knew how much it was sold,
Then Can I make bold,
My velvety, blue voice, in the hustling fold.

White man's medicine,
Says it's the gin,
The gods are impotent,
They long used up their rent.

Looking at the heart wrenching image,
Moved my whole being to tears,
Laying lifeless, bloodied,
Entry wood to her temple;

The husband craddling her head,
Tearfully looking down,
At the love of his life,
Never again to cheer his home;

She left the home that morning,
To oversee elections,
To serve her fatherland,
To contribute her own quota;

But all she got,
Was a bullet to her head,
The robbing of her life,
Abrupt end to an unfolding story;

Two children have lost their mother,
Parents have lost their daughter,
Sibblings have lost their kin,
And a husband his confidant;

Would she like many others,
Be a little statistic,
Some unfortunate incident,
Lost to unending callousness?

We find love,
Far and above,
Any smelly circumstances,
Or rotten utterances.

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

In a cloud of disbelief and great distrust,
Over three hundred were snatched in the dead of night,
Since, more speculations have characterised their plight,
And put this minority's government on a failed ******.

Beauty begets the shine,
Grace, strutting gazelle,
Gifted, earthly divine,
Beauty wraps the belle.

Hounded into the dungeons,
Heavy Kicks and malevolent slaps,
Spirit broken with spiked bludgeons,
Tossed onward, unto the belty straps.

And she smiled,
Aglow, thoroughly satisfied,
She eased up, reclined,
Sated, she belched but refined.

And when my love floats away,
Be the string to reel me in,
These moments are hot air anyway,
Human nature, wanting something, unseen.

Will we look back in sincere amazement,
Of how gullible we had been,
Or in sheer and unforgivable embarrassment,
That we did not truly, honestly, come out clean?

Wiggly, wiggly Wollie,
Mattie makes monkey muffins,
Bad breaks blows buskins,
Pitching Patrick past Pollie.

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

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.

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

I do all these nasty things,
Hurt myself, the Spirit; and think it's cool,
I revel in delights of this world,
Swim in the stank depths of useless mess;

I break your laws,
Everytime I open my mouth,
The same whenever I step outside the door,
And keep going at it,
Like a raving lunatic;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

My eyes are open but do not see,
My ears are wide but do not hear,
I am not dumb but never speak love,
I am not lame but never walk in righteousness;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

The Spirit awakens me,
Takes me down the narrow path of redemption,
Tells me there's hope for me yet,
If, only, I accept, His goodly hand!

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you!

They have died,
Our children are free,
We pledge loyalty,
To the tree of  equality.

Luscious red,
Breaks me into some sweat,
Oh, no, she's not a threat,
More than...she's a hot, **** thoroughbred.