Whence have you fled,
Taking all of me for granted?
But cometh swiftly my wrath,
Like hell on a terrible high.

Mounds of earth, mounds of earth,
Weighing down atrocities of terror,
Cut down in their prime,
Mowed down in their sleep;

One day, farmers,
Carved up, chopped up
The next day, cattle breeders,
Shot down, clobbered down;

A limb for a limb,
Toe for toe,
Mother for daughter,
Son for father,

Mass resting places,
Sit atop the plateau,
Home to many unknowns,
Poor victims of ignorance.

The sun shines on my emotions,
Having gone through your dark tribulations,
Everything meaningful became useless,
But it all made sense, this avoidable mess.

The lights will never go dim,
Birds never stop tweeting,
Love will find you a sweet thing,
And health will complete this awesome team.

She smells like chocolate,
Like lovely, dark chocolate,
Yes, my taste buds can relate,
To this sweetness nobody can hate.

I bear this terrible pain,
Hanging like a terrible yoke,
I cannot see through this ****** pane,
Fate, it has dealt me, this unfortunate stroke.

With you life takes on newer meanings,
Without you, no more...just empty feelings,
Glad Cupid shot me,
And again, with no one else, would I rather be.

Endless nagging,
Her cold tongue wagging,
Never stops wanting,
Always, daily, asking.

Perfect emotional decoy,
And you fell so gullibly,
You became her willing toy,
To be used, and discarded, ever so terribly.

Don't say you don't love someone any more,
When you refuse to let them out the door,
Never give up when you feel you can't continue any more,
What to do is pick yourself off of the sodden floor.

Illuminated, only, by a white line of led,
I toss and turn, on the damp bed,
Because the light people prefer solid darkness,
And outside, all there is, is perfect stillness.

A dozen laxatives,
To flush your stupidity,
And no sedatives,
To ease your depravity.

Familiar cocoa trees, carpet grass and banana,
Mango, orange, and good old papaya
Shady cool to roam and play,
And assurances of warm love everyday.

Tragedy struck the day,
Death stole you away,
From our lives forever,
To see you, again, never;

But only in my dream,
Our conversations stream,
Yet they feel ever so unreal,
How, how will I deal?

Now seven years gone,
The sadness still weighs a tonne,
Try, and I do, to make light,
But see the tears I fight;

Sleep on dear father,
And say hell to our mother,
The days will be long,
Yes, as I try to stay strong.

The minority lays the golden egg,
And one waddles into Aso Rock,
The crows are on edge,
Threaten to peck him out in a one-way truck.

She talks up a storm,
And scratches like a tom,
First time I saw her,
I knew we would never be at par.

Liberation glittered on the horizon,
My head pounding crimson,
I could see through the tunnel,
As I floated down the funnel.

Death's too much a luxury,
Alive, suffer and gnash your teeth,
Enjoy the wealth of penury,
Wishing yourself hell, whenever you breathe.

They had the luxury,
Of avoiding the unnecessary evil,
But chose to abide with penury,
The height of everything but civil.

Nobody smiles at failure,
It is loathed, despised and cursed,
Everybody longs for a future,
Celebrated, envied and embossed.

Beady eyed devils,
The very spawns of hades,
They come in bloodthirsty shades,
Like troubling, annoying canker-weevils.

You give me reasons to hate you,
But I am in love with the mishmash,
Held by the strings of your confusion,
Never, ever, to set myself free.

Before they come,
Let me clear all doubts,
You'll make a wonderful mother,
So do not bother;

There to welcome each one,
To assure and give you strength,
Will change diapers,
And bring them slippers;

The nights when they bawl and bawl,
Your man will rock and rock 'em back to sleep,
So, earth's incredible little angels' mother,
No worries, they got a super, super father!

She drifts atop the slimy waters,
Made bad by years of wickedness,
Clinging to flimsy rafters,
There is no escaping this watery wilderness.

Will he arise, another,
To give us a bother?
Will he, now,  be stronger,
And fearlessly move across the border?

Face of an angel,
Then he hits me with a cudgel,
Every night is a duel,
Nothing I do, I do well.

These curves are me,
They please you, or not,
Every voluptuous piece of me,
Will make you grunt.

Now she's gone,
Hopefully, forever,
Love her, again, NEVER!
My turn, to have some fun.

Has beautiful another description?
Doth thine form require new naming?
Such magical framing,
Graceful, sublime, in fluid motion.

Firm extensions,
Paired confusion,
Throbbing commotion,
****** illusions.

When love is over the sea,
And it is hard to see,
Reason in letting burn,
Feelings for a one long gone;

Even with shut eyes,
And these are no lies,
I behold you,
Glowing in colours fine and true;

But time has worn thin,
That special thing,
For a while, we both shared,
But never said, how, we truly cared;

Will you allow yourself be used?
A great mind such as yours?
Would you for money go on all fours?
And upon society become terror loosed?

Do not allow yourself be used,
Let all positive forces be fused,
Render all political bigots confused,
Tell them to use their offspring instead; we are no longer amused.

Turn the lights off,
It's time for blind erotica!
Lay, here, on the cold formica,
Won't stop, even, when you've had enough.

Don't put me down,
Because I'm female,
Don't tear my gown,
Because you're male.

Spoiled by father,
Now, I'd not feel any better,
No, not until I wear this scent,
Even if it cost me a ****** cent.

I smelled a flower,
It reminded me of you,
The well-formed petals were wonderful,
And the aroma, made me, want to have, a shower.

Puffy and red from boredom,
Visual aches from endless rotation,
Politics in Nigeria is base,
This way or that, a hopeless case.

My heart yearns for thee,
Oh, my lady of verses,
Take me in our warm caresses,
Now, lest my feet doth flee,

I find in thee passion,
A burning desire,
Ten times stronger than the most potent love potion,
It consumes my heart and sets me afire;

Praying, I beg thee my lady,
Deny me not for this is beautiful,
It is intoxicating like fine brandy,
Take it away, then fall I, badly, into dark sorrow's pool.

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

The stars in your smile,
Travel the southern mile,
And whenever I get lost,
I look to your stellar trust.

Beaten by nature,
Beaten by fate,
Abandoned by the future,
Shackled by hate;

Everything against us,
Nothing works,
All conspire against us,
Nothing works;

Robbers gain entry,
Ransack our spaces,
With brazen effrontery,
Descecrate our ladies;

Kidnappers abduct us,
Demand huge ransome,
We sell the horse,
But ****, regardless the sum;

Terrorists massacre worshippers,
Leave trails of congealed blood,
Whole families in tatters,
Children cry, "why Lord?!"

Soldiers brutalise,
Intimidate and harass us,
Shoot with evident lies,
Then carry on without fuss;

The police betray truly,
Always hostile,
Never friendly,
Quick to open case file;

The government hate us,
From cradle to grave,
They rob us,
Then force us to behave;

The people, non wiser,
Mob and burn one another,
Rather than bond together,
They allow differences tear assunder.

Abide with me, my pretty one,
Give breath, to my dying soul,
This pain is taking its toll,
For I fear, the grave, will shut out the sun.

Nobody knows, will ever know,
Can only imagine,
The curves that life did throw,
And the response engine;

Live a day, or two,
In my emotions,
And try also, do,
Sleep with the commotions;

Then come close,
To even begin to believe,
That you share a dose,
Of the times that I live.

The moon was crescent,
Shining on the lake,
It's a chance I must take,
With you, my heaven sent.

Then mother holds me close to her *****,
Says soothing words I come to recognise,
Prays I may live to blossom,
And find this world friendlier than nice;

It is then I gently open my ****** eyes,
To be shocked by the blinding kaleidoscopic hues,
But mother lovingly sighs,
And joyfully, she sings to me, my favorite baby blues.

The days we had nothing,
We went to bed smiling,
Never did you make me feel unwanted,
Thanks, mummy, heaven's most blessed.

My mind's made up to succeed,
Although my heart flutters,
Excellence is my daily creed,
I beat it ever so loudly, up, unto the rafters.

Marriage is not a place,
Neither a destination,
It is not salvation,
But finding daily grace.

The arid plains are unforgiving,
Lost among the dunes,
Each direction is endless nothing,
But the shimmers keep playing ghostly tunes.

You walked on my love,
And left your magic print,
But nothing has been right,
Since I was broken into pieces.