Seated in a half circle,
Around their recycled leader
Men and women of ignominious calibre,
Ruminating over matters of state;

Out of touch minds,
Ancient recluse,
Trapped in stone age idiosyncrasies,
Blind to present shifting paradigm;

Six decades of backwardness,
Circular movement without advancement,
Left behind by peers,
Now poverty capital of the world.

Ginseng, I'm gonna be your rocker!
Ginseng, I'm gonna be your lover!
Ginseng, I ain't gonna be a sucker!
Ginseng! Yo! We never go under!

The drums of secession,
Beat cold fear across the land,
Visions of peace are in recession,
As the south east threatens to leave the band.

Life's an undefined sequence,
Mixed series of complex situations,
Permutations of irregular occurence,
Combinations of tramsmuting mutations.

She floated on my consciousness,
Dancing on my hair strands,
Veiled by ***** darkness,
Taunted by ghostly bands.

'Tis my undying, ageless love,
As mysterious as the deep,
Forever, to hold, and to keep,
Ready, always, for any life's curve.

To the damp, dank dungeons,
Prodded with kicks and slaps,
Limbs broken with spiked bludgeons,
Then onward, to the belty straps.

Fire burns her with cold tongues,
She dances naked to the leaping flames,
We both play the fiery games,
Dowsing the heat with ***** moans.

Scion child of the house,
Gentle, kind and gay,
He makes me smile all day,
With joy impossible to douse.

Is who you are,
When the world turns cold,
And without remorse,
You serve with steely cadence;

Nothing to lose,
The die is cast in blood,
The shadows bleed crimson,
And the light is as dark as night;

Only one can stop,
This ominous fiend,
The being in himself,
His conscience when sated.

But considering Solstices and Equinoxes,
Life can be full of paradoxes,
The future left in the past,
Or time, a function, of dies cast.

The impotence of government,
Exposed on the night most needed,
They perch on trees to tweet untruths,
But cower behind powerful iron bars.

My eyes are open,
But do not see,
This path's not unfamiliar to me,
It's the one I've chosen;

My mind's shut to many things,
Those that naturally appeal to me,
The freshness dawn brings,
The time I spend under the shady mango tree;

But today, I stopped,
To drink in the ambiance,
To gaze upon hedges beautifully cropped,
Basking in the moment I found by chance;

There, I said a prayer,
Of thanksgiving to the heavens above,
To the Alpha and Omega,
For these great gifts of life...and of love.

Moving at a spot,
Stuck in some stupid vortex,
Horrible like dry ***,
Or a quickie in a packed parking lot.

The stories of others,
Will spur your prayers;
Thankful for present fathers,
And the warmth of loving mothers.

I have a band,
Tied around my hand,
Smell reminds me of him,
Like a constant dream.

Don't start what you can't finish,
Don't begin what you can't end,
Don't initiate what you can't shutdown,
Don't conceive what you cannot execute.

For long they had waited,
Many years for the patter,
Of little feet and joyful screams,
The morning seemed long from dawning;

Grandma never stopped praying,
Grandpa, too, as much a could be offered,
Then Grandpa left for the heavens,
Soon after, Grandma joined the celestial train;

Not long the news broke,
Adorable bundles of sweetness,
Sounded their cheerful arrivals,
In what remains the wonderment of several decades.

Baby screaming in the dead of night,
As fiery tongues lick at its feet,
Helpless, frozen by the blazing light,
We watch, distraught, gnashing our teeth.

Green, and red, and gold,
Merry chills from the Yuletide cold,
Oh, my dear, what is going on?
Behold the heavens! A child is born!!

Awake, staring into nothingness,
I listen to the terrifying darkness,
With huge eyes, wide open,
Begging...sleep, please, happen.

Nothing is more powerful,
The force of hope,
The needed push or pull,
Stronger than dope.

The dusty road to work,
Rough, dusty and hazy,
Hustlers chase their luck,
No greens for the lazy

I want to make you,
A better version of yourself,
Always, this I want to do,
Only seconds on any shelf.

This bald man stares at me,
In the mirror across the room,
He had dreadlocks at seven,
A full haired Nazarene.

Aye! A look alike?
Such fearsome semblance,
He boasts untamed advance,
Daring a counter strike.

And when I toss and turn,
Feeling my passion boil and burn,
I want to douse myself in your arms,
Surrender, all, to your alluring charms.

I couldn't think straight,
Every emotion bore weight,
I just couldn't wait,
Everyday, whistling at her gate.

Cakes, flakes and stakes;
Here we are to celebrate;
Pretty, Yes; intelligent, no doubt!
Happy birthday, and here's a big shout!!

Sometimes the skies aren't bright,
And things seem not alright,
The misalignment of the stars,
And success held behind bars;

Then the sun shines again,
And we're not reminded of our pain,
Glory to the heavens!
For the renewal of the seasons!

Red dust everywhere,
In the wake of every gear,
Now the rains are gone,
Time to have some hot, dry fun.

I feel good,  I have luck on my side,
A fresh kind of breeze ruffles the trees,
Outside, there are butterflies, hummingbirds and bees,
And inside, this clear feeling of warmth, borne on a pleasant tide.

With bags of gratification,.
We sell to them four years,
And live through the pain and tears,
Not learning, we go through the motion.

Drenched in flavours,
Of many colours,
I smell hues that make me blush,
Leaving my face, high, in crimson flush!

Going through the files of my life,
All the scrapes, near misses, and strife,
It is a wonder I still can find my way,
To a directory full of sunshine, beautiful,  everyday.

She floated on my consciousness,
She danced on my hair strands,
She veiled me with ***** darkness,
She taunted me with ghostly waist bands.

The fever that held me bound,
When you promised me that kiss,
Oh, I waited, heart racing, for you to come around,
It was wet, it was sweet; and I am glad, I did not miss.

My personal joy's all I have,
Difficult but it's mine after all,
Depression's  not easy to stave,
I dig deep and walk tall.

Collapse your differences,
Unite those preferences,
Form a mould of unity,
With our colourful diversity.

The weight of your emotions,
Is taking a burdensome toll,
Sorry, we no longer can roll,
Alone, I'll sail life's oceans.

So I surmounted the obstacle,
That did not make us cool,
I want you in my arms,
Even If I have to pull down a thousand dams.

Spirits, faceless vagabonds,
Cowardly ghosts that wreck havoc and destruction,
Spill innocent blood across our nation,
Now they starve us of goodwil and much needed funds.

Olympus is in mourning,
Pedestrian lowlifes have assumed,
Proportions only fit for dwellers,
Of that celestial firmament.

Because you’re not in the orange overalls,
Does not make you a saint,
Don’t smear me with red paint,
Because you walk the hallowed halls.

Leathery vermins,
All over the place,
Smelly rotens,
Invading my bachelor space.

High in the hills,
Down by the creeks,
Voices drowned in sludge,
And by devils who would not budge.

The many, undeserving dead,
Deserve national outpouring,
Every single poor soul,
Cut untimely from fame or fortune;

No one soul is made more,
Is worthier than the other,
All came from the earth,
And it hath the last say;

So why demonstrate double standard,
Roaring silence when calamity comes afishing:
Abductions, medical neglect, ritual murders,
Innocent blood shed wantonly daily?

The transience of power is earth bound,
Only the heavens will forever stick around,
The sun rises on the day of reckoning,
Be prepared, oppressor, your time is nigh.

When my soul folds up,
And the world crowds me in,
Wondering where my spirit's been,
I don't give up;

Friends and family desert me,
The job no longer feeds me,
Afraid for the coming dawn,
I don't give up;

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

Storms threaten my industry,
Tongues wag at my childlessness,
The pressures press me in on all sides,
I don't give up;

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

I don't give up
'Cos I know my tomorrow's bright,
I don't give up
'Cos I believe help's in sight,
I don't give up
'Cos I see the owner of my soul coming to my fight.

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

Dost thine heart palpitate,
At the sight of me?
Wilt thine congregate,
Where the land meets the sea?

And the day you gave me ten naira,
With love;
And made the most delicious fufu with okra on Christmas day,
With more love;
And sold all your crates of soft drinks just so we could feed,
With inexplicable love;
And although you would baby this man and annoy me! Gosh!
All with undying love;
I deserve no other mother but you,
And I love you, mummy.
GOD bless you everyday of your selfless life. Live forever, mummy. Muah!!

Happy Mother's Day to Mama Dada <3