That moist thatch of loneliness,
Buried between sadness,
Begs for warm fondness,
And a generous dose of roughness.

Pray that the sun rises in the east,
And pray, too, that the earth spins along its axis,
Make supplications that the moon shines at night,
And intercede on behalf of the many rats in the sewers;

Here we are, people of state,
Vagabonds in high places have come again,
Pulling the chord of our collective mentality,
Yanking the chain of our divisive idiosyncrasies;

For many, many seasons they have harvested,
Fruits borne by the motherland,
Furnished their illicit barns with treasures of state,
Fueled their desires with the blood of the children;

Yet a time comes when the seas will roar in tempestuous rage,
The four winds cry out in deafening anger,
Night and day both refuse to do their bidding,
The earth refuse to stomach the wickedness of their inhumane abominations;

Not too long, oh brethren,
The time is dearly nigh,
That the shackles of our backwardness,
Will turn into tools for our deserved happiness.

Pray that the sun rises in the east,
And pray, too, that the earth spins along its axis,
Make supplications that the moon shines at night,
And intercede on behalf of many rats in the sewers;

Here we are, people of state,
Vagabonds in high places have come again,
Pulling the chord of our collective mentality,
Yanking the chain of our divisive idiosyncrasies;

For many, many seasons they have harvested,
Fruits borne by the motherland,
Furnished their illicit barns with treasures of state,
Fueled their desires with the blood of the children;

Yet a time comes when the seas will roar in tempestuous rage,
The four winds cry out in deafening anger,
Night and day both refuse to do their bidding,
The earth refuse to stomach the wickedness of  their inhumane abominations;

Not too long, oh brethren,
The time is dearly nigh,
That the shackles of our backwardness,
Will turn into tools for our deserved happiness.

So, what if Allah is the greatest,
And pray five times every day of our lives?
Jihad has its roots in Islam,
And Islam is a religion of peace, most definitely.

So, what if we are tiny, yellow people,
In love with the tyrants that fetter us?
The powers are moving east, fast,
The oriental shifting of the balance of influence.

So, what if Jehovah is the one true God,
And we all are descended from Abraham, our father?
Genius comes to us naturally,
And the holocaust is not a figment of our collective imaginings.

So, wha' if I got dark pigments,
And my melanin be poppin'?
Hey, 'taint yo' business if my ancestors swung from branches,
Remember, they got bruised and violated, tending yo' **** ranches.

So, what if we talk funny,
And believe in the entitlement of our own ignorance?
We will build a wall to keep you out,
And brag about how we run this friggin world!

What say you, now, brethren,
That on the most exalted,
Is seated an impostor-in-chief,
Presiding over the affairs of men?

A husk filed with foreign bones?
A box projecting alien mumbo-jumbo?
An ear refusing to hear?
A lost mind?

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.

But how else can one explain,
More or less, with disdain,
Frolicking with your oppressors?
Taking selfies with suited emperors?!

At a loss for how quickly we forget,
The many tyrannical years of enslavement,
The ****** of the motherland on a budget,
Killing brilliant minds for continued enthronement;

And fifty-eight years down the poverty line,
Not one thing learned at all,
Only to bow, grovel and crawl,
To a shameless monarchy, cruel and devilishly serpentine.

How is it possible,
For you, my love,
To find in me worthiness,
Something trustworthy of your affections?

Precious jewels like you are rare,
In deed, and in every kind way,
You have secured my spirit,
A happy place of unmerited sweetness.

Taken, without hope of return,
Unlike the day we are born,
A day to weep and mourn,
Dearly beloved on eternal sojourn.

The velvety breeze of the desert,
Caressed my bronze skin,
It's golden shimmer called out alluringly,
The silky smoothness ran through my fingers,
And danced seductively under my aching feet.

Nothing ever suffices,
In fact, all fall short,
Constant, unrelenting demand,
For this, this and that, and that!

Root of all evils,
Genesis of all wars,
Origin of all maleficence,
Beginning of all ends.

A pure mind suffers no conscience,
The goodness of a man's heart,
Oft brings him in proximity,
With men of darkened contrition.

They never fail to mix in the sunshine,
Will soak in the rain, even,
Just for a few naira notes,
Will sing and dance all day long.

Pray thee, never be incarcerated,
In any of the dank, smelly holes in that country,
And may the angels watch over you,
If misfortune were to befall your unlucky cadaver.

This strain is wicked,
And has a mean carrier,
She evaded the barrier,
And showed our weak head.

Each day I awake to a heart full of affection,
But the sun sets on my bitter countenance,
Because you embrace me with thornful coldness,
And cut me deeply with your loud silence.

Oh, what disappointment!
To get to  my destination,
And you quit on me,
You have abandoned me;

Baffles me, truly, it does,
Out here in the cold,
Alone, with the elements for cover,
To have believed you, my lover;

Tears deeply into my recesses,
A place devoted for worship,
Sanctified only for you,
But now, what will I do?

It is that little thing inside all of us,
That makes us want to deliver the biggest impact,
Whether taking a life or granting wishes,
That power to make that life changing decision.

Everything went dark,
Cold sweat ran down my face,
Goose pimples as big as grapes,
Teeth won't stop chattering;

But moons before,
I knew no lack,
Meat and drink,
And a warm bed;

Plunged into daily hunger,
Worms threatened to down tools
Faculty refused to coordinate,
Vision played hide and seek;

Hands became detached,
Use of language elusive
Answers refused to come,
And failure became imminent;

Thus began the many travails,
Up the avenue of starvation,
Drawing down stored up resources,
Inching toward scrawny days;

Yes, failure did come,
That semester was dreary,
Cold nights did not help,
Hunger defeated me;

When help came,
All hope had expired,
But just,
And it was sweet, very sweet.

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

How convenient, for you,
To do the things you do,
No conscience at all,
Not caring whether I rise or I fall.

Everywhere, hiding in plain view,
Gestures, mannerisms or whatnot,
Clandestine movements, shapeshifters, power women,
Cloaks and mufflers, gentlemen, even rappers.

Too many bright ones roam the streets in hungry frustration,
Locked out of opportunities to earn rich places in history,
This is the heartbreaking and mournful story,
Of rottenness and backwardness of a failing, contrived nation.

As a matter of unassuming disposition,
And like a fleck of nothing on the wall,
Unseen, unannounced, unrecognised, unknown,
Prominent enough to not see me coming...at all.

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

A situation of panic,
Heart skips by the second,
All because I bought a bond,
That I must pay, in full, nine to nine, every week.

Trapped within invisible walls,
For two lunar years,
Toiling, daily, in tears,
Listening to annoying *****;

When the sun smiled today,
A new cycle had begun,
The dawn of a new turn,
Time, now, to make some hay.

That no one can give,
That forms from deep, deep within,
That smiles in the face of everything,
That prays when others curse.

Erroneously called third world,
Could have been, but once upon a time,
Now no better than a war ravaged sorry excuse,
Overrun by millions of uneducated minors and poorly educated seniors;

Old timers reminisce days of better,
When enough went round to even fly around,
Times when the first world was a backyard trip,
And the currency was more than a generous tip;

So when a big bird drops a returnee,
And welcome is a smelly, darkly terminal,
Lackeys in uniform coercing gratification,
Then confronted by abysmal roads manned by drunken law enforcement;

Nobody needs a lesson in enlightenment,
To figure this rudderless contraption's predicament,
And whether the future will bring turnaround development?
Better pray, like they always do, for better entertainment.

On every fourth cycle,
It puts the sickle,
Out to harvest men,
In hundreds and thousands of ten.

Drawing a straight line,
From the affluent,
To those struggling to pay rent,
All stuck in, wine or no wine;

The neglected places,
Have become cherished spaces,
Will now be adorned with rich laces,
For our guests with chubby faces.

Be good to get into heaven,
Forgive, everyone, seven times seven,
Turn the other cheek to your accuser,
Flee, quickly, from your lustful seducer.

Floating on the breeze of love,
Warm currents from above,
Nothing can weigh me down,
Or shoot my feelings with a frown.

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

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

No one will ever know,
How deeply the pain went,
It is a festering sore,
Never healing, ever open.

Rolling in the hay,
Bright, with warm laughter,
The picture of the us together,
It was magical, in every way.

The light in your eyes,
Brightens my world,
And I pray the LORD,
Will bless our skies.

There is one one like my lover to me,
No matter what people say,
I have chosen her as my woman to be,
And stand by her everyday and in  every way.

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.

I will hunt for you,
And make you warm,
Create, with you, extensions of your charm,
You and I, forever true.

What influence has the created,
Over their creator?
If you were hired,
Then you can be fired.

All smiles as she sways toward him,
Asks if he knows the gym,
The one his wife frequented,
Same one the trainer befriended.

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
I knew no what it meat at the time,
But I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
The fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Magical beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
And when you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded into a million lovely pieces.

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
But I knew not what it meat at the time,
Then I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
And the fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Such powerful beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
So, the day you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded, everything! Into one amazing love story.