By the time,
This lockdown is over,
You may need,
To seek another lover.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Brother, sister, you may not need,
A building called church, to gather.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
If Nigerians aren't any wiser,
Then it's really, and truly, over!

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Saving for the rainy day,
For Nigerians, a debatable matter?

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
While the poor become poorer,
The rich, unfortunately, become richer.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
Singular overwhelming revelation,
There are coconut heads in power!

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
There'd have been a tectonic shift,
In the balance of World Power!

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

I would rather,
I stayed upright,
Than erupt in temptation,
Of momentary pleasure.

The afternoon is still,
And like cold steel,
Only works when applied,
That I love you, I have not lied.

Shifting undercurrent,
Mecurial disposition,
Flippant opposition,
Message to incumbent.

Hard to keep my eyes away,
From the voluptuousness strutting the streets,
*** in stilettos and tight pants,
Rouge lips and screaming cleavages.

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

Under the knife he went,
And came up decades younger,
Now he need not fright,
Fearing nothing in plain sight;

She went in with meaty love handles,
And out came a sumptuous hourglass,
So, on with the two-piece bikini,
By the poolside sipping cold tea;

Before, tens and dozens,
Mowed down by jihadist fundamentalists,
Today, tens of thousands are unaccounted for,
Their lot, with this terrible dictator;

For me, humble beginnings,
From eating with wooden spatulas,
To dining with exquisite utensils,
Designed and printed in three-dee plastic.

What goes through your mind,
When you blow up humankind?
What goes through your mind,
When you take all the peace that we can find?

Every one easily recognisable face,
Has come down with the virus,
From Norway to Australia, an alarming pace,
Isn't this a circus?

Like an oblique propaganda,
Set to cause global apprehension,
It employs celebrities into its agenda,
Just to further heighten a campaign of confusion;

Europeans have caught it,
Footballers, too,
People of colour can get it,
Even world leaders, too;

Thus the story unfolds,
Of how the world unites in terror,
Panic, fear in great manifolds,
Grips the planet in total horror!

Big, ugly brute,
Largely misunderstood?
Destroyer of lives,
With a deathly snap!

How utterly lacking in mind,
Truly missing the meat of the matter,
Bounced around by emperors of a stupid kind,
Failing to make the lives of subjects any better;

Bickering over nothing,
The critters in power chew up everything,
Turning bare buttocks to the people,
Dripping honey from foul mouths;

When will the people get a living wage?
Because you wage war against the living,
Paying just enough to go and die,
Senseless reprobates, enoying others' agonies;

But keep watch! O ye emperors!
For the day of reckoning cometh,
When your billions cannot save you,
From the same dish you served the oppressed.

Eyes open to darkness,
Sweaty night,
In birthday suit,
Waiting on the cockcrow;

Completing another cycle,
The rise and fall of seasons,
Another rung up life's ladder,
Leaving behind, moving on;

I look at my daughter,
Then at her mother, my wife,
And then at this life,
Surely, all can be better.

So our grandfathers have gathered,
To pen resolve not to insult,
But barely had the ink dried,
Than a shocker left our jaws slackened!

Four years isn't eternity,
For the people of this besieged city,
Be brave, make your hearts strong,
It is true, the heavens cannot be wrong.

Tired faces shuffle home,
Unsmiling countenances,
Irritated by impoverished nuances,
Stress, like a hanging, stifling dome.

Among the clouds raining down,
Delivered after a decade's wait,
His mercies are never late,
Oluwaseunfunmi, mentioned without a moment's frown.

If only you knew,
Old romance is sweeter,
Than what modernity blew,
In, to leave many worn and bitter.

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.

Cloaked in the guise of integrity,
This devil gives no ****,
Blood and sorrow are his philosophy,
And behind that toothy grin, a sinister plan;

Greet all with an indifferent silence,
Never utter what cannot be referenced,
Keep all prying eyes behind the fence,
And curious cats be early silenced;

They pooled the sheet over their senses,
Sold the idea mainly on mendacity
Not many saw through their pretenses,
And foretold of an untold atrocity.

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.

With one great push,
And with all our great mothers,
Opening the heavens with gentle assurances,
Out came our bundle, resplendent in every way.

Ridden by the high and mighty,
Drawn by the low and downtrodden,
To do with as they well please,
Not minding anyone they displease.

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.

What! Where? When?!
You don't mean it!
Are you for real?
Can it be true?

The ball kicks the leg,
The cart draws the horse,
The sleigh pulls the dogs,
The chicken...laid by the egg?

Between the love making and making money,
Between the rat race and racing formula one machines,
Are moments of quiet confusion,
And times, of noisy calm.

When it all gets too much,
I run into Sanctuary,
Here, I am in no hurry,
To get in touch.

A seedling thrown to ground,
Will decay and sleep a season,
With fire and water abound,
I awaken to fulfil life's reason.

In your arms the earth stops,
Spinning in the opposite direction,
Away, I am all motion,
And all else flops.

Everyone is hungry,
But no one is angry,
Choosing to embrace this life of suffering,
And all the time smiling.

Tears woke me today,
When mother gave me away,
My heart was torn in two,
As I wondered what to do.

I have grown love out of nothing,
Then watched it die painfully,
Love has been offered me truthfully,
But I never thought 'twas anything worth falling in.

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.

Out of the green,
Comes this feathery blue,
Shapely to behold,
So captivating and true.

Hail! Hail!! Haill!!!
The newly born,
On this goodly morn',
Shhhhhhhh, do not wail.

All is black,
In abundance or lack,
With deliberate oversight,
We step around that impending fight.

If wishes were fishes,
Everyone would swim,
But I drop like lead,
Even when I tread like mad.

Hips that glorify the heavens,
And a smile that wakes up the dead,
They tempt me, when your lips are red,
And your scent leaves me in sixes and sevens.

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

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

Keeping the light on is herculean,
This problem has become overweight,
The people of state ***** around,
Occupied by frustration, fed with prevarication.

Hello...,
Dreadful or uplifting,
First few words...,
Effects, very much long-lasting.

It is out of their hands now,
And they know it!
But would rather wish reality away,
Then kneel to pray;

They know not what to do,
It is evident!
But would pretend all is rosy and dandy,
Then lose themselves in uneasy melody;

Come to a crossroad,
Which way to go?!
"Anywhere," but...
The gods forbid, not our lot!

Poverty dressed in handouts,
Give them peanuts,
**** to get a rat's share,
Of this cyclic welfare;

Beyond the horizon,
Looms a worrisome portend,
All will not be well,
Even the simplest fool can readily tell.

Oh, what time to be alive!
To see, to see! The wicked stumble!
The untouchables believed they'd survive,
In the secret place of their bubble;

Now the story is about them,
Premium the access to the world,
Going thither or whither the globe's stem,
Even where they're not called;

While the poor are behind curtains,
Unsure, restless, hoping against uncertainty,
In the darkness, praying against unseen restraints,
Bound by a shared impoverished humanity;

The authorities of heaven,
Have laid the tables even,
Gifted our oppressors a mighty burden,
Occupied from dawn and beyond eleven.