Good title for a Nollywood flick,
Script writers assemble!
One week to belt out a wobble,
But try not to get into trouble;

So, rumour around town,
That a Sudanese man is actually...in Aso Rock!,
Wonders shall never cease in that country,
But what effrontery!

"Well, could be fictional, this matter,"
"Don't take it literally,"
Posited a recent opposition egghead,
Playing advocate for the other coconut head;

That country is in trouble,
Caught in several problems,
There seems no respite in sight,
Even with assurances from the president, the other night;

Hell, what's the difference anyway,
The real one was no better,
The people of state should accept their fate,
Now, before it is too late.

Fear  wrapped itself around the hearts of the children of state,
Daily cowed by hunger, starved of enlightenment and forced by repression,
The horizon is widely bleak and uninspiring, spirit anchored to a hopeless future,
Chained to empty promises, they float aimlessly in airless skies;

The way out is obvious even to the unsighted,
That in one accord lay the keys to soaring freedom,
Taking the seat of power by force,
And daming the consequences to achieve the ultimate utopia.

Big, ugly brute,
Largely misunderstood?
Destroyer of lives,
With a deathly snap!

When the impossible happens,
Even with god on their side,
They believed, never to give up,
Knowing they will never walk alone.

For all the love I spent on you,
The poems and moonlight serenades,
The bunnies and beautiful Christmases,
All of these but you never loved me, too.

May true love seek you out,
And not some randy tout,
Your own man to complete you,
And honour you all through.

By the hand of blood,
Life is taken,
For the sake of humanity,
A bond is broken.

If I had my way,
And fate, not any say,
Our daughters would have your eyes,
And every night, not cold as ice.

In the matter of,
Justice versus commitment,
The defense argued lovingly,
About the prosecution's sweetness.

Hunters of vulnerable daughters of Eve,
Preying on weakened virtues,
Randy pedagogues  in the temple of callousness,
Eating forbidden fruits, ripe or unripe.

We say our oil,
They say their curse,
That a time will come,
When the pipes will sing no more.

Where art thine empathy,
In the  times tears hath diluted  endless gushing of blood?
Rivers of agonizing  empty stomachs sleeping rough,
And those missing limbs never to know the warmth of a  loving embrace.

I will **** love tonight,
Because it killed me first,
I have lost the fight,
Because it took away my thirst.

Perhaps our relationship,
Was a dusty smokescreen,
And the years of pretend friendship,
Were an unnecessary din.

Soaked in crimson,
I lay lifeless, shattered and cold,
I kissed my wife this morning,
But at sundown she is mourning.

When love turned the corner,
Into the right partner,
There was a moment,
When magic needed no comment.

But in the face of tyranny,
With steely claws,
And eyes like fire,
Thunder spewing alpha daggers.

Everyone's created equal,
The law is no respecter of anyone,
Build that bridge, tear down that wall!
You're entitled to anything you've won.

Over two hundred girls, taken, many moons ago,
Then more than one hundred, stolen,  in the same vein,
While the politics of stupidity serenades their incompetence,
Beer parlour intellectualism fingers the minds of many keyboard warriors.

Conjoined at the middle,
One loved nuts and the other was nuts,
A tale of Ralph and Rudolph,
Cursed by an appendage that bound them apart.

Destiny, she failed to smile,
As you sold me a wrenching lie,
Falling for your sweetened guile,
Absent between accursed thigh.

Interesting, almost exciting,
How The People of State have anointed,
One and condemned the other,
Both of the same stock in trade.

There were days I crawled on my dozens,
And set my mandibles to the dirt,
Rejoice, o creatures, at my rebirth!
For today I take up wings to soar among the heavens.

What influence has the created,
Over their creator?
If you were hired,
Then you can be fired.

The hands moulded by fate,
But turned too late,
For destiny bear you no plan,
To flourish in my glorious clan.

Love is not a chain,
To tie me down,
So set me free,
To love you as I please.

For the loyalty of a child,
Cannot be in doubt,
In the face of uncertainty,
Rest assured;

Where the bond between,
Parent and child is true,
Then trust is not afar,
Belief, even stronger.

A million idiots,
Are more powerful,
Than a billion eggheads,
That slept on their senses.

The mountains call to me,
With the birds I must be,
Drinking from the crystal pure,
Cannot but fall for the pristine allure.

The pain of a loss,
This life has but no gain,
So what's the fuss,
Over a useless refrain?

Suddenly blenders have become kit and kin,
But we forget our elders made do without,
Modern men and women too fat to lift a finger,
Take shortcuts in blended greens, reds and yellows.

Please, don't pity me,
Yours is more precarious,
Yes, love dealt me a huge blow,
But removed the magic in your awesome glow.

The day gradually chills,
Of a full table and an empty pocket,
Cash zoomed off like a rocket,
Tonight no high stakes, only cheap thrills.

Kings have fought for it,
Paupers have died for it,
While many live for its heat,
Others will end up deadbeat.

They found themselves sewn together by imperial threads,
And a century later they are clawing desperately at the seams,
But the crown seems oblivious of their frustrations,
Only choosing to gawk disparagingly at their hopeless haplessness.

Ofcourse not, mister!
Everywhere your position may take you,
Even your power, too,
But not for the wiser!

Your empty refrains are hollow,
And your dead promises, too,
You do not have a clue,
Want to bribe tomorrow?

The thousandth but one,
On this journey of four lines,
And although I'm not done,
I rest, a while, from the scribbling climes.

I would rather,
I stayed upright,
Than erupt in temptation,
Of momentary pleasure.

Moving forward,
While about faced,
A lot of motion,
Without any displacement;

Those who have been,
Still are,
The ones that want to,
Cannot;

A chorus unhappiness,
Few smiley faces,
With stomach full of hunger,
Praying for better times.

The lovelessness breaks the heart,
The outpouring of hatred among The People of State,
The bequeathing of sadness to the generations,
The unwillingness to take a different turn.

From the dark, murky confines,
Of the airless, viscous sanctuary,
Wherein greatness is engineered,
Comes this one the world eagerly  anticipated.

When love finds a home,
Or a dog its friend
When a soul finds companion,
And life its true meaning.

Thinks he's all that,
Best thing after belly fat,
But he's no better than breaking wind,
Smelly business of the awful kind.

Please, end this reality now,
For the torment of these ****** times are unbearable,
Please, restore the joyful times now,
For we yearn the times so memorable.

Here we are,
And the next no more,
In through one door,
And then out in the cold.

Here we are,
Living within our horizon,
Oblivious of the beyond things,
Images startling to the senses;

And opportunity meets resources,
Things fall into place,
Aboard the wings an eagle,
Off to see the things beyond.

Integrity suffers embarrassingly,
And there is nowhere to hide,
Again, a play for sentiment,
But twice beaten cannot be shyness.

Whence dost thine love sweep me,
Truly, I cannot see,
You make me feel this way, today,
Thence toss me that way, another day.

The blue times are upon us,
Red is all we see,
But yellow is what we are,
Wrapped in black ensemble.

And what's there to be happy about?
Executive stupidity on heartbreaking display?
Immoral Legislative senselessness on constant rotation?
Or Judicial frivolity transfusing decadence all year long?