Let's all sit and eat
The sour meal We ordered.
.
Let's lay aside complaint
For it's use is far passed.
.
Let's pretend like
The sweet smell has not turned offensive.
.
Let's savour this magical meal
That'll transform us in a blink.
.
It's a corruption neutralizer.
Plucked from the very tree of corruption.
.
T'will make us live white.
It's wand transform naira to dollar.
.
I'd never felt the pinch of pain
Until change devoured corruption.
.
Withered,thin and blasted change.
Like Egypt's seven ears of corn.
.
Sit silently Nigeria.
With smiles savour this sumptuous meal.

Oddly, I can’t remember
What I’ve been forgetting
To forget to remember
But surely if it was important
I would have remembered
What to forget...
Right?

Either ur strong
With long length
Or ur thin and short.
Either or I could
Still cut any length
Of ur life from mine

The rhythm of the burnt pages,
Of the diary of life with no wages,
Pages of old memories,
That you may consider as stories,
Which sometimes ooz tears out of me
That which I wish u knew.

The rhythm of the smokes of the diary,
That which makes me weary,
Putting in you in a dilemma,
A sophisticated dilemma.

Pages that makes me smile suddenly,
But in the aftermath, resulting in a cry,
Then I sit solely,
My tears has not dry,

I might have cried ruining my make up,
Pages in that needs to be burnt,
That which I write every morning when I wake up,
Memories I can't erase, pages that will remain burnt.