Woke up feeling no less older than last night,
But this sunrise opened wider my insight,
Life is a beautiful gift,
And amazingly some do not get the drift.

Wondered if I'd have stayed hidden,
Kept everything behind sealed lips,
Because this fruit's forbidden,
And such act has burned many ships.

Never before has shame borne a new meaning,
The eyes failing to convince vision,
Seeing now is disbelief,
For all they are, and will be, is a terrible lie;

Right from the tarmac of the airport,
Greeted by stink and algae, rot and disrepair,
Gun toting men in military fatigues,
And a jumble of rickety trolleys;

Across dirt strewn medians,
Road blocks mounted by zoned out operatives,
Dusty highways dotted with gaping holes,
And terrible bypasses hewn into tired looking rocks;

Struggle across makeshift bridges,
Old railway tracks, abandoned,
Dark bends and dangerous loose surfaces,
Overgrown shrubs, perfect hideout for highway rogues;

The joy on our faces,
Whenever we arrive safe,
Glad to be off the hot, stinky deathtraps,
Of the north-south-east roadways.

Lend your power,
Only, to those things,
That expressly matter,
To you, and to other beings.

We don't want to be mistakes,
But oft life happens,
When the unplanned becomes us,
The no option than to live.

For the sake of boo boo,
I have to do, do,
All egos aside,
I care, only, to please her pride

Women.
Women.
Eve.
Delilah.

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.

Whence art thine brownskin cast?
Down to the pits of ignominy and scorn,
Isn't thine form after the divine's?
And portions of glory adorning thine existence?

So, why play the fool,
To they that once were savage,
Whose history is replete with blood,
And orgied in the corpses of hunched maidens?

So he took my innocence from me,
And frightened me into muteness,
He went to town mocking my silence,
Saying there's not much that I can ever be.

The velvety breeze of the desert,
Caressed my bronze skin,
It's golden shimmer called out alluringly,
The silky smoothness ran through my fingers,
And danced seductively under my aching feet.

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.

The sun, it rises upon my defeat,
And sets deliberately upon my immense sorrow,
Daily I wallow in miserable agony,
Drown I, a thousand times, in cheerless wantonness.

Looting money is an unnatural affair,
May be out of fear,
Or a deeper handicap,
Not unlikened to stuffing loads of crap.

On this side of the equator,
Are lone wolves and gunmen,
But on the other side,
Are terrorist **** of the ****** earth!

The cancer continues to eat away,
But they continue to merry and pray,
The People of State continue in agony and pain,
But they love the irony for their gain.

Thrown into wailing and sorrow,
Day suddenly turns dark,
Many a heart broken,
And many more shattered;

Father against his daughter,
Mother despises her son,
Uncle fights his nephew,
Aunt derides her niece;

Neighbourhoods at war,
Communities at daggers drawn,
Hamlets in peril,
Towns go up in flames;

The light has burned out,
The future is quenched,
Many felled by bullets,
Others hacked to pieces;

The make the headlines,
Blood spilled unnecessarily,
They leave loved ones behind,
And a country unwilling to change.

Simple solution to your complication,
Reach for a tall glass,
Whenever cravings hold your senses,
Tough, but works e'ry time.

Homeless, sleeping under the skies,
Hungry, scavenging among rotten piles,
Naked, shivering in the wild,
Sick, hanging on to dear life.

Gruesome, gory happenings in the land,
One day, one dismembered body,
Young boy, teenage girl, old woman,
Just any unlucky fellow would do;

So, as the Yuletide rolls in,
And the lust for money fills the air,
Maddened fiends take to dark alley ways,
To make a killing to pleasure their desires,

This fetish is about a crazed notion,
That offering cadaver to the devil,
Brings instant riches and wealth,
Often promoted by lazy myths and indolent legends;

No one is safe,
Anymore than we truly were,
But the season triples in the letting of blood,
Enriched by psychopaths running amok;

Everyone prays here,
Like they have any other choice,
Their safety is in the hand of GOD,
As security agencies continue in perpetual failure.

Separate yourself from your limitations,
Step back, can you see?
You lived a lie, all along,
Refusing to accept, what you can be.

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

If only men went for,
What's between the ears,
And not,
What's between the thighs;

Perhaps the world,
Would be less complicated,
But again, what's life,
If not what kills man

Wallowing in the ruins of failure,
Fate has left me no joy,
Deserted by all goodwill,
I am here, alone and destitute.

I'll pay you back,
Trust me, I'm beyond your attack,
For every help you got for free,
I'll double it, and then times three.

For some reasons,
Only known to them,
He would amount to nothing,
The lines wouldn't fall in pleasant places;

But the universe thought different,
The stars aligned perfectly,
And fortune smiled on him,
Then he shone,  brighter, than a billion diamonds.

Charity ended there,
All they are, an will be,
Stashed in foreign lands,
The very, very clever fools.

I'd rather not doubt,
Your good intentions,
Even ignore my perceptions,
Of what you're truly about.

Anytime I pick myself up,
To make something for the girls,
Consciously, I make myself stop,
Thinking like a ******* slave.

But we are not at war,
This peace of ours demands too much blood,
Life has become an easy offering,
To the gods of acrimony and senseless aggrandisement.

Many, many moons ago,
They came with sea prisons,
And now after many seasons,
The people risk all to have a go.

They greeted the millennium with renewed hope,
Welcomed the new era with more expectation,
Military jackboots had been put to the rope,
Civilian turncoats can now tend the plantation ;

So every four years they mount the soapbox,
Preaching prosperity in the clouds,
Telling the People to give away their sovereignty,
Over cheap promises of beds of roses.

Ignorance in the face,
Of overwhelming evidence,
Of immediate and pressing danger,
Taking over the area around the Niger;

Choosing to pick teeth,
In colourful filial exposures,
In recline with relaxed ambience,
Belatedly, recorded, expressing untruths;

Fons et origo,
Awash with innocent blood,
Awash in the ashes of thy brethren,
After much negotiated patting on the back;

Your psychedelic reactions,
Beyond lip service,
Beyond insensitivity,
Deserves everything but continuity.

Your time, you have completed,
Indeed, yes, but should have waited,
To hold your grandchildren, both,
Before coursing on fate's boat;

As your strength drew down,
You never grew a frown,
Even on my wedding day,
'Twas brilliant all the way;

So, here I am, calling,
To say you aren't forgotten,
May be physically departed,
In spirit, always, united.

Their diversionary stratagem,
Here you see, there you don't,
Dressing up the tree stem,
To hide decayed root and dying foliage.

Aye, mine heart is brake in twin,
At the callous mowing down,
Of creatures toiling for daily subsistence,
Piled like logs in hurriedly dug pits;

Unmarked shallow graves dot the landscape,
Burnt mud houses, too,
Unharvested peanuts left for vermin,
To do with as they please.

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.

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.

How convenient, for you,
To do the things you do,
No conscience at all,
Not caring whether I rise or I fall.

Thin lines are fallen,
Along the edges of confrontation,
Oh, why, this nation,
Why art thee so full of downtrodden?

This canvass, black on the inside,
Dripping with blood, all over the frontside,
Unseen hands, or so we see,
Stroking the brushes of doom.

And I have realised a man,
Truly can never,
Be free of his umbilical,
Eternally bound to his mother;

And when he takes a wife,
The vows become another bond,
Too strong, even to contemplate,
Breaking asunder at a whim

And between both women,
A delicate imbalance,
Where it to materialise,
Portends misfortune for the unfortunate;

Thus here I am,
Strongly contemplating,
Whither to be this way,
Or that, and it tears me apart;

Hey, what happened to you?
And what did I do?
Last time was... can't even remember,
So, are we lost... forever?

It was a simple plan from the start,
And every little detail was in place,
Until you showed your angelic face,
Then the mission became your priceless, beautiful heart.

Everything is moving in every direction,
And nothing ever remains in position,
As the clock ticks off with mercurial accuracy,
There is no time for a second look at intimacy.

The past is a bride,
That never completed,
Her wedding ceremony,
Wishing it was a nightmarish affair.

A welcoming warmth during cold,
A place where love w'll hold,
A cool bide in the day's heat,
A beautiful place for refreshing retreat.

Standing there, wondering,
Who was staring back at me,
The stranger with the devilish grimace,
Taunting me with a wicked grin.

Do not love too much not to get hurt,
Keep the wall up enough to jump over,
For many wander the streets of insanity,
Not of needles, of powders or of tablets.

Hardly any good,
What man has ever created,
Guns, explosives, prostitution,
Gangsters in the hood,
Sad, this doom, uncannily initiated.

Poverty capital of the entire world,
Terrorist haven, sadness lives there,
Blessed with looters in high places,
In that clone, there is no cheer.