On my side,
The LORD'S army, charging along,
Cutting off ruthlessly, the wicked throng,
And none can match, the deafening, thunderous ride.

The supreme leader and overlord,
To his people, he is GOD!
He declares, and it comes to pass,
His nation worships him and westerners call him an ***.

Daily, the conductor bellows,
"Enter with your change!"
Echoing the opinion of his vocal fellows,
Then disembarks passengers outside the range.

On this day, it was a Sunday,
Just like any other day,
A lazy afternoon after morning service,
Day turned into night without notice;

I lost a dear friend that night,
With whom I earlier shared Christmas delight,
Cut down by a mad driver,
And never to bee seen again, never;

Many more would taste eternal transition,
The still dark murk welcoming them into oblivion,
Such was the terror of exploding ordinance,
The earth shook, hearts stopped, silencing all new year plans.

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.

The quiet, it shouts at me,
Can't stand the noiseless ringing,
So I turn up the melody, higher,
Then, I'm at peace, with the loud calming.

Tarry, milady, a lifetime,
The moon is nigh full,
Indeed, I be a fool,
To love you without a dime.

The days you held my hand,
Told me I was beautiful,
But now you lay beneath the sand,
Leaving me behind, unsure, and sorrowful.

In the little sacrifices,
Of joyful long suffering,
Or upon the mountaintop over the grey seas,
With very little meaning.

She flutters **** eyelashes,
And makes tasty sandwiches,
And when she said YES,
Every other became less.

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

Because your shoulders do not hang the orange overalls,
Does not canonize you as a saint,
Do not brush me with red paint,
Just because you walk the hallowed walls.

Moments of hot air,
Oh, there I go again,
The same, old refrain,
Whoosh! Until...there's nothing there.

Now the mold is set,
And the dawn broken,
The cost of aloofness,
Is to be rewarded with less;

Refusing to make effort,
Apathy in the face of oppression,
Choosing to mind other things,
Throwing the future to the dogs.

Hey! Put a lid on it!!
And quit ranting, like a loose *****,
Every one's starring at you,
Wondering, if you're on mad heat.

A mother's love,
Who can comprehend?
Only the ones above,
And below, bounds know no end;

Greater for the male child,
Her son, in whom she takes pride,
Whether he be gentle, or wild,
Always standing by his side;

Not nearly different,
Even for her daughter,
Praying off the malevolent,
Wishing her warmth and laughter;

So, when her joys abound,
And they must follow their hearts,
She remembers her eternal bond,
Almost resists, tearfully, as new life starts.

I be a genius in a bottle,
Lost at sea, bobbing in the scorchlight,
For a hundred years I await the right,
To put my mind on the throttle.

All but forgotten,
The world's back on me,
They told me I was rotten,
But through new eyes, you, make me see.

If death today shuts me eye,
I pray to God, me soul, on wings to fly,
And if I cannot attain a place that high,
Then earth bound without a goodbye.

And there are many millions,
Even billions,
Yet fate had her way,
Crossing our paths the very day;

Many months later,
Chatted...texted,
Friendship getting better,
And we have talked!

You're my highpoint,
Of this year,
You're so on point,
My GingerBread dear,

Jesus' older sister;
Go on and have a great new year,
Many magical moments,
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Mama, you belong, now, to the ages,
"Dada awuru ya'le ya'gi oko, baba mi!"
I remember you'd fondly call me,
Rest on, Mama; We love you.

Her eyes intoxicate me,
I'm up, all night,
Praying, they'll be,
My guiding light.

The silent scream of the grave,
Crying for justice,
From equinox to solstice,
Deafening howls that prayers cannot stave.

Petals of red and gold,
Pink and green within the folds,
Breathtaking, they line the glassy roads,
On the way to the grassy hold.

Two thousand year old controversy,
Of a manger, and of northern lights,
Of pagans or saintly rights,
Lord, have mercy.

I hunger today, now,
To fill the mouths, yes, tomorrow,
This hustle, it is all, that I know,
And no, I will not, never, borrow.

Into this world came he,
This child, not wild, but beautiful,
The long awaited arrival,
Couldn't have ended any better;

Through the years, he grew,
Enough to see through dark patches,
And into a bearded youth, indebted,
To the graces of better offs;

Thus continued a struggle,
Between conscious good,
Or a pestering evil,
Contesting for time in the fore;

The fair kind caught his eye,
Stirred his inner workings,
His waist will dance to the rhythm,
Of one or two melodies of his choosing;

Responsibility came alongside,
Charged to forsake all else,
In the presence of know and unknown,
And none to make any objection;

In a few moons came tiny ones,
Spitting images of either ***,
Left to wonder how on earth,
One should be blessed, or  even at all?

And cast they, him, Shadrach,
And alongside, Meshach,
Bound with them, too, Abednego;

But cold raged the fire,
Even seven times hotter,
For within stood the glorious One;

Spake He to the inferno,
As though it were snow,
"Touch not these, my annointed sons."

But the eyes by which I see,
Are coloured by affection,
The blind are lost at sea,
So are the fools that seek attention.

Friendly figure hovers around my warm cradle,
Memories of our walks, holding my tiny hand on the safe side of the road,
Occasional chastisements with the cautionary rod,
Moments I felt love was too difficult to handle;

But growing in mature understanding,
Love meant taking hard decisions,
Not pandering to filial emotions,
Daily praying, guarding and guiding;

My dear old man,
I owe it all to you,
Your great insight has proven true,
Thanks for making me, my own man.

She belongs to someone else now,
Why give yourself high blood pressure?
She did not see you in her future,
Curtains! Take a bow!!

****.
Tribe.
Hashish.
Nonsensical sense of entitlement.

Five times daily,
Or many times weekly,
Their forebears were crusaders,
And Jihadist conquerors.

She walked in,
With perfect love handles,
And voluptuous chest bundles,
Oh, where have you been?!

Waves of anger,
Course through enraged veins,
Eyes spotted with crimson stains,
Incensed, she boils over;

Mother makes her mad,
Says things she hates,
Treats her lesser than her mates,
And plays the nagging card;

Sometimes she wonders,
If she sprung from this root,
She seeks the truth,
Day and night, she ponders;

So mother brings wine,
Stretches the crystal, tall glass,
With a smile, she makes the pass,
Then all, again, is pleasant and fine;

Deep down inside,
She knows,
Love flows,
And with this she weathers the tide.

If I had it on a platter of gold,
And never knew how much it was sold,
Then can I make bold,
My blue voice, in, the common fold?

Circumstances made you leave,
Instances of moments still cleave,
After the fallow comes refertility,
Tomorrow holds no uncertainty;

But Take this along with you:
I leave you better than you were.

We think we've found the better,
In that awesome, perfect other,
Until comes another,
Who totally knocks us over.

Outta the Zanga,
Almost at Berger,
I Slept late,
But can't miss this early date.

When you have a child,
And reality grips your senses,
In moderation and mild,
The scolding and tender defences;

When loves goes cold,
And romance becomes a figment,
But you did as was told,
If only that was the requirement;

When death approaches,
And life has run its course,
No time for presupposes,
Only to fulfil, this one sure curse.

It is white as far as the eyes can take,
Crunchy underfoot, sometimes hip deep,
What wouldn't she give for a warm steak,
And warmer place to rest and sleep.

Hahahahaha! They say collect the money,
But vote your conscience, what conscience?!
In the land of poverty and honey,
Hehehehehehe! What conscience?

Each crumb a lifesaver,
Eat to your heart's rejuvenation,
Every piece as delicate,
Enticing, even to the most conscious.

All come to an end,
Every good,
Every bend,
The bad brood;

The pregnancies women carry,
Elephants and mice, too,
So, why worry,
And every time blue?

The magical love story,
Unbelievable romance,
Meteoric fame and glory,
That heartbreak, ******, messy and gory;

Eventually the king gives up his cause,
However long the queen might live,
Longevity eventually runs it course,
And another's the crown to receive.

Child of necessity,
Born on a blanket of hope,
To a mother who can barely cope,
And a father who roams the city;

With so much tears,
Mother gathers a few rags together,
Prays fate will find one better,
To love him all his years;

Tempered by harsh realities of life,
Scavenging on scrapes and bits,
Grows leathery skin to survive the streets,
Each sunrise and sunset a renewed strife.

The white man's medicine,
Says there's no sin,
But the gods are awake,
Angry, and lives, will be at stake.

Quite interesting that,
No political machinery,
Is pushing a different narrative,
Around elective positions;

Especially at the highest positions of,
Federal, state and local tiers of government in,
A horse race to secure power by any means, and,
To what end, really?

One backed by bullion war chests of,
Infinite origins or two of,
Rich origins that remain quite unclear and,
Three acclaimed to be extremely frugal;

Any side of the triangle appears to
Be propelled by ordinate ambition to,
Lord it over the living and the inanimate in,
Obstinate patriarchy to be the head and not the tail;

So, and not so surprisingly, still,
No political organisation in the running has,
Conceived the idea of a female candidate in,
The position of president or the vice, why?

Busy with primordial pernutations,
The entire land is in a heightened frenzy with,
Ethno dichotomy and religious bugaboo, both,
At the fore of national discourse, sadly;

So here we are, the woke and unwoke, all,
Pretending to be mute, deaf and unseeing in,
What evidently would have been the,
Icing on the national cake where a woman to emerge;

Why can't a woman be your running mate in,
This quest to change the miserable trajectory of,
Impending doom this contraption is headed for,
And a gender balance at the echelon of state power?

Whatever anyone says or doesn't say, now,
Nobody should be left any doubt whatever that,
As a people this geographical expression is not serious with,
The things that matter; like a female vee-***;

And until the national focus shifts toward the,
Preference for a female vice president or president, even,
Over religious or ethnic balance in pairing flag bearers then,
All and every attempt at anything, whatsoever,  remains, still, a huge J O K E.

On the day the sun blinks,
I lift up my supplications,
Grateful, in many situations,
Wacthing, hopeful, as the sun *****.

He shook the leaves vigorously,
Threatening vengeance and blood,
They had riddled his master callously,
And now they would pay with tidal crimson flood.

Deep within I think a darkness,
Something to destroy everything,
Then comes a shinning,
That fills up the nothingness.