Twenty-two and one ball,
Green spread, markings of white,
Netted uprights joined by a bar,
Dizzying delight of moments of brilliance.

Unfit women deliver,
Babies to be sold,
Into any fold,
Just for some paper.

Rainy, beautiful day,
And everything can go wrong,
Like a well crafted song,
Belted awfully in very way.

Between the hours of wee and dawn,
Many a reveler throng,
The house that party built,
To mad in the jolly new year.

So, what if we are tiny, yellow people,
In love with the tyrants that fetter us?
The powers are moving east, fast,
The oriental shifting of the balance of influence.

Taking my affections for granted,
Laughing in the face of my feelings,
Jailing me in the friendzone forever,
Ignoring my obvious sufferings in this matter;

I can barely face the sun,
Praying the golden ball never comes through,
The darkness has become my companion,
Not interested in any other opinion;

Until I found something quite interesting,
Never knew I had it all in myself,
There, in the corner of my resolve,
The mustard of strength to evolve;

I shall outgrow this phase,
Loving you is not a criminal offence,
Now that I  have turned this corner,
I really do not have any bother.

In the little lies we tell,
To make the other see,
Those things we want,
In that special way;

The elaborate tales we share,
To create that picture,
Every other has fantasised ,
And daily longed for;

It is presenting a manifesto,
To captivate and engage,
Selling sand to Bedouins,
Or water to Atlanteans;

Sides of the same coin,
There is a prize to be had,
The means matter less,
The end, however, is worth every gimmick.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here,
To scare the hell into you,
Feed you with so much fear,
So, you never know what to do;

We're your gods,
And we don't play,
We have the rods,
So, open! Whenever we say!

As a matter of unassuming disposition,
And like a fleck of nothing on the wall,
Unseen, unannounced, unrecognised, unknown,
Prominent enough to not see me coming...at all.

A teaspoon of doubt,
And a tablespoon of suspicion,
A generous amount of affection,
And a truckload of loyalty.

But the rats still give a fuss,
Vermins in defiant show of force,
Too fat to lift a paw,
Did you manicure that claw?

Far from my embrace,
Left in this coldly place,
If again, I could touch your face,
And fill this lonely space.

Coming closer to your fire,
Makes my resistance tire,
All my denials surrender,
To your fiery, wonderful thunder.

I am affected, I must confess,
By the beautiful words you prefess,
In your touch, the gentleness,
And in your embrace, the warm tenderness.

There is no one like my woman to me,
No matter how poor she may be,
I will want her enough to make her wealthy,
And love her into a remarkable somebody.

Something's not right,
But I may be wrong,
Dancing to an unwelcome song,
As though we were in a silent fight.

She was a gift to phallus,
Taking the member wherever,
Eating, swallowing, giving head,
And in the end, impaling on sweet ecstasy.

I seek a harder existence,
Someplace love offers resistance,
And laughter pricey luxury,
And nobody pays mind to a life of penury.

Just a little would do,
No need to o'erdo,
I am no ******,
Love gently, easy on the hairdo.

The older woman smiled,
As I was seated at work,
"You remind me of my father,"
"Your receeding hair's beautiful."

And she's all I've got,
Unique being, out of the lot,
Unimaginable personal sacrifices,
Deserving all of life's aromatic spices.

They never fail to mix in the sunshine,
Will soak in the rain, even,
Just for a few naira notes,
Will sing and dance all day long.

The noisy calm shook the placid hall,
Eggheads in randomized order,
Knocking over spirited coconut heads,
Assembling to Brownian zigzaggedness.

So, I find sob stories quite the act,
Delivered with so much tact,
Designed to appeal to quick emotions,
Salted by undercurrents of milky simulations.

No one will ever know,
How deeply the pain went,
It is a festering sore,
Never healing, ever open.

No oils, no reds or monounsaturated fat,
Lean everything, nothing but water,
But death's bike couldn't bother,
Running you over right outside your flat.

There is no one like my love to me,
No matter how plain she may be,
I have traveled all o'er the land,
Even been to England,
But, there is no one like my love to me.

That no one can give,
That forms from deep, deep within,
That smiles in the face of everything,
That prays when others curse.

The latest, and most heart wrenching  buzzword,
Oh, whence art thine mercy gone, dear Lord?
In every story all shades of this word greets the eye,
In circumstances of multiple array the people die;

The children of state have become dispensable,
Daily losing our young brains,
The government of state no longer dependable,
Every time rhetoricising empty refrains;

Dear heaven, kindly hear our prayer,
Please, in timely manner,
Before our candles are snuffed out,
Untimely, in gruesome manner!

There is no one like Hadassah to me,
No matter how pretty she may be,
I have won the only place in her heart,
Where only death can do us 'part.

Children of state in a state of statelessness,
Born into a state of abandonment,
Refused a taste of the state's tastefulness,
Locked in state, the children await their freedom's statement.

Not by the appearance of my demeanor,
Nor by the shell that adorns my breathing carcass,
Do so by the outcome of my thought processes,
And by the affirmation of my clear prophecies.

"It's not the original,"
"And that is final!"
"You...are you sure?"
"Yes, that's not pure!"

Excellent responses in deflection,
To items in post reflection,
Those things they want to wish away,
They tag and dismiss in a horrible way.

Eyes open to darkness,
Sweaty night,
In birthday suit,
Waiting on the cockcrow;

Completing another cycle,
The rise and fall of seasons,
Another rung up life's ladder,
Leaving behind, moving on;

I look at my daughter,
Then at her mother, my wife,
And then at this life,
Surely, all can be better.

One says "why?"
And the other, "why not?!"
Both are quite right,
If they saw beyond the fight.

Let's show some flesh,
Some treats here, no ******* please!
Cover that crotch, O.K!
A little buttcrack will be fine;

It's a crazier world,
To get attention, go all out,
To break the superhighway,
Bring on the whole nine!

From behind, not inspiring,
Full frontal equally disgusting,
Breaking the hearts of many,
Booking shows less than funny.

If you craved it long enough,
To live, breath and constantly agonise,
Even the constellations soon realise,
Reversing a bad situation is not that tough.

Children of  state are cannon fodder for shameless political geriatrics,
Insidious devilish minds that swim in the blood of the innocent,
Feeding fat off the aspirations and hopes of vulnerable minds,
To the further, to the further! All you fiendish maleficent goblins of state.

Yes, you took away our gem,
In such manner, quote gruesome,
With us, this star was awesome,
But you cut short the life's term;

No, you didn't act alone,
Couldn't have been a coincidence,
The accident was as pretence,
To cover up what they had done.

All digital, floating somewhere around cyberspace,
Independent from establishment,
A secure form of tender?
But well suited for malicious ransom.

The days are black and all is in disarray,
The people of state are rudderless,
The children of state are lost,
The will of all is faint;

Uninspired by generations of cretins,
Unbelief spreads like cancer,
Uncircumcised vagabonds ravage the innocent,
Undesire serves all a dish of prolonged suffering.

Every second that passes,
Sitting behind my glasses,
In front of my suitcases,
Tying down my shoelaces;

There is a constant bringing to mind,
Of a certain kind,
Quite visible, even to the blind,
Sure leaves me in a bind;

From the corner of me eye,
Descending from on high,
A portend written the sky,
No need for amateurish spy;

In figures, three of them,
Branching from a stem,
A well known term,
Not unlike an active germ;

Four, One, Nine,
Is it benign?
Be it...mine?
Or the very end, divine?

For our love,
The sun, moon and stars,
Will rise, set and shine,
In the west, east and the day.

The food went the wrong way,
Like every other policy of theirs,
Children have been left in tears,
Denied the right to laugh and play.

A crowd of hypocrites,
Sitting behind hard or soft keyboards,
Came down ******* the superstar,
They threw all sorts of damaging words;

The state brought it's full weight,
Went in for the guilty verdict,
Made a show of the proceeding,
Slapped a fine and community service;

But another went afoul the same law,
Breached protocols meant to save lives,
Disregarded all safety rules,
Even flouted a presidential directive;

They simply turned a blind eye,
Choosing to prosecute a fry,
And letting off the lion and his pride,
Helped on by the folly of flippant masses.

The little one kicks,
Mom knows it's little tricks,
But when it's a little silent,
She offers a little prayer for what the heavens sent.

Yes, giving up everything?
No, giving up nothing?
Held back by threads of uncertainty,
But propelled by raging dislike for mediocrity.

One thing only, that I ask,
That the people of state,
Remember the time of need,
How they left you to bleed;

Turned their backs on you,
Manufactured beneficiaries,
Profited from your need,
Out of stupidity and greed;

Don't forget in a hurry,
Lest in time all get blurry,
Abandoned you to your need,
Took everything, and your seed;

And gave you much excuses,
Why you must suffer,
Cast because of tongue and creed,
Deaf and blind to your very need.

This  supernaturally occurring piece,
Of magically designed wonder on two feet,
Brings to me everything, and peace,
So, to drown in this love, is a welcome feat.