Less mindful of being opinionated,
But defiance is rebellion,
Perfect with young and spirited,
Discouraged by the incorrigibly stubborn.

Annoying shmoo rats,
Squeaking noisily out in the yard,
Wish I'd a tom to stand guard,
But I hear they're fearless, even of old, and grouchy cats.

Now the earth has completed another revolution,
And with great outpouring of emotion,
And endless international propaganda,
We all wonder where the two hundred and nineteen are???

With red and white,
And hearts beating as one,
Lovers gather in cheerful delight,
To greet the warm, fourteen sun.

And to those that have died,
To keep our children free,
Our loyalty, around you, is tied,
Always, to water, this freedom tree.

Owo epo ni ara'ye n ba en la,
Bi eje ba ta si die, se ni won a poora,
Ki enikeni ma tan ara re je,
Ko si eniyan ire mo l'aye.

(Translation from Yoruba Language into English)
People come around when your hands drip oily goodness,
But thy disappear when those hands become ******,
Let no one ever deceive themselves,
There are no good people anymore, no not one.

You are a thief,
You go around committing mischief,
You fill women's hearts with unwholesome grief,
You make men's lives short, and painfully brief.

Hate to wake up to disappointment,
Sleep was welcome appointment,
Now reality murders my consciousness,
Finding solace, again, in rusty restlessness.

I am not a bad boy,
There is no good inside,
She gave me a toy,
And told me to ride.

From whence art thou cometh,
Oh, beautiful gazelle?
For since mine soul hath liveth,
Never before, set eyes, on such a belle.

Roaches, roaches!!
I can stand annoying rats,
But those ****, winged vermins,
I chase with malevolent bats.

Back to a time,
In the future,
Where we sleep with doors ajar,
And leave our keys, right there, in the car.

Stealing is not corruption,
Judas Iscariot is not a criminal,
Love is mere emotion,
And death is not final.

Edikaikong, Afang, Ofe Olugbo or Miyan Kuka,
Ila Asepo, Fisherman Soup, White soup or Obe Isapa,
As diverse as the tongues that relish these delicacies,
And rich enough to entice all sorts of tasty fantasies.

Run me hands across her cadaver,
Cold, undulating ridges,
No pleasures, none, whatsoever,
I pack up and head for the ****** bridges.

Harmattan is coming!
Harmattan is coming!
No more grassy lawns!
No more bushy paths!
Get your sweaters!
Get your warmers!
It's gonna be a cold, dry! spell!
It's gonna be a cold, dry! spell!

Aye, you take away,
My livelihood with a wicked smirk,
Know ye, today,
The heavens multiply your sorrow's birk.

Loneliness has become unattractive,
Because your laughter lightens my heart,
I think I should start,
To stop being a loveless captive.

Her curves fascinate my eyes,
They float across her perfect lines,
Drinking in mesmerising contours,
Fantasizing going through her magic doors.

Goes 'bout mouthin' the bend,
Talkin' from the rear end,
Mirrors fools quippin',
With grey matter drippin'.

Terrible searing pain,
My heart is rendered,
All smiles flee my face,
My country achieves no gain;

Dashed hopes is all we get,
Our beautiful history made in sweat,
The passionate reward is whose to beget?
Alas! my country is no where yet;

It is all slipping away,
Athletes, boxers, weight lifters,
Jumpers, footballers, pin-pongers,
My country struggles all the way;

And at a time,
When change is a rife,
Endless propaganda across the clime,
Perhaps, a good time, to end her life?

Everytime she conceives,
Their joys know no bounds,
But this overdue term,
Will end in tearful frustration.

Hannah's tearful diatribe,
Swept up to the heavens,
In rivulets of threes, and cascades of sevens,
However ******, by the high priest's jibe;

But Jah's lines are never jammed,
You don't even have to port,
Billions of supplications may have rammed,
But rest assured, you make up his every thought;

By HIS design,
Daily tears may now resign,
Two worlds, all, in one birth,
Fervent prayers doth berth;

Bundles of awesome joy,
Jah gives, double, a reason,
One adorable girl, and an awesome boy,
Two worlds, and a happy season.

Wrapped in oils and fragrance,
He had no chance,
Fooled by love's blindness,
His one and only weakness.

Voices of the dead,
They wail harrowing tunes,
Clawing their way through the dunes,
Searching for sweeter bread.

Her chuckles stir me up,
She engages me with her cheerful banter,
Last night, she sounded a lot sexier, and brilliantly smarter,
And I wished and wished again…that she’ll never, ever... stop.

Truth is the neighbour,
I have not reconciled with,
We had a date at the harbour,
And I left her, screaming, in the empty street.

My insides guide me,
Tell me what and when,
Whether before ten,
Or well past three.

Nerves, whenever I hear footfalls drumming,
Distinct like the notes of the conga,
I break out in sweat at your coming,
I let myself go  - can't hold - no, not any longer.

Light morning drizzle,
Wet Wednesday wizzle,
Big breakfast sizzle,
Huge grin, big smile, on the hizzle.

Together we are,
Apart weaker,
The dearer we become,
We weather the storm.

I will cry upon thine shoulder,
Oh, gentle lover,
I entrust with you my fragility,
Promise, ne'er, to take advantage, of my vulnerability.

Like a lily on a rainy day,
Absolute marvel on display,
She's restless, this is true,
But brightens up, all, the moody blue.

Strange place, even stranger times,
Every unfit thing, strangely finds its place,
But in kleptopia strangers become bedfellows,
The strangeness all the more welcoming;

Outside the uneven lines, weeping, wailing,
Many complaining, more agonising,
But within the cesspit of gluttonous philandering,
Merriment upon merriment, endless mirthing;

So they negotiate a rollback,
Of the misaligned circumference of the perimeter,
Try to redraw this untidy arrangement,
Only still at it, many lifetimes after.

Special anti stupid squad,
Special anti useless squad,
Special anti buffoonery squad,
Special anti senseless squad;

Getting out of hand,
Daily harassments,
Of people of state,
Existing, but just barely,

Brazen extortion,
Shameless shakedowns,
Illegal raids,
Accidental discharge!

The super highway is lit,
Keyboard warriors are miffed,
Cyber mercenaries want blood,
Digital overlords call for war!

But vagabonds in power care less,
They demonstrate total disconnect,
Throwing around meaningless platitudes,
And high sounding refrains;

But why so many?
Arbitrary creation of demonic units,
Specialising in delivering sorrow,
To ordinary folks in the streets;

Why not ask yourselves,
Reasons the youth are agitated,
Why not make diligent inquiry,
Into rise in criminality;

The answers are not on the moon,
Look around you,
And see the gulf,
Between rich and poor;

A country that boasts,
Of the richest persons on the black continent,
Male or female,
Champions the poverty comity of nations;

Therein lay the solution,
Return to the people,
Their stolen past, present and future,
And see if need be for your SPECIALS.

Forever happy,
Feeling dandy,
Almost randy,
Forever happy.

Oh, fair maiden, supple and sweet,
Thine radiance affects me beautifully,
Your love thuds, endlessly, in mine heartbeat,
Thoughts of thine warmth fills me with sumptuous glee.

For every hand you withhold,
My heart has grown stronger,
I can fight longer,
You don't need to be told.

Even when the sun shines,
Over the hills and climes,
The chill of the harmattan morning,
Cheers us on until the dawning.

The tripod of deception,
Sown by our fathers,
Tended by our mothers:
Hausas, Igbos, and Yorubas.

Where all the boyish men go,
That place of awesome magic,
Where they refuse to grow,
And time doth not tick.

But there is a place in the west of Africa,
Named after a river called the Niger,
The people wander in random confusion,
In perpetual experimental commotion.

Don't like her if u don't wanna chase her,
Don't chase her if you don't wanna catch her,
Don't catch her if you don't wanna keep her,
Don't keep her if you don't wanna love her,
Don't love her of you don't wanna DO so FOREVER!!!

"Howdy, how's it going?"
The icebreaker at the time,
Was not a fancy one liner,
But must have caught that beautiful eye;

So the planets have realigned,
To form the third chapter,
In this journey of life,
That will take you to magic filled places;

And as our stars have crossed,
And the heavens bear witness with us,
And praise the gods for their yearly benevolence,
And for a brand new year of jolly, jolly hurrah!

<3 : TOFA

Like peas in a pod,
Heart pumping blood,
Together, you and I,
Taking on the world, riding high.

Roughened, haggard by circumstance,
Sleeps under the elements,
Struggles with the cold dance,
Praying, nightly, for warmer moments.

She did win the war,
With a single blow of peace,
She prayed all evil cease,
And with love, she did open the door.

Then on the turn,
When the the eleventh was born,
I picked up the horn,
And put the charm on;

Tense, anxious, unsure,
I listened, intently,
To what the airwaves bore,
Pleasantly surprised, heavenly;

This one, velvety
Most amazing tone,
Dripping from a creamy cone,
Bothering, subtly, on ****; grins

What to admire,
The complicated complexity,
Or the cheeky conviviality?
Hmm...cold fire.

Never quit fightin',
Always shovin' and strugglin',
Making sure the ends are meetin',
Even when the Missus be buggin'.

Comes to them naturally,
And we gobble ever so stupidly,
Every four years, this tradition,
Carries on without emotion.