Twinkle, twinkle little love
How I wonder who you are
Buried deep inside my heart
Like the treasures of the Caribbean.

Row your boat down my stream
My waters of love calls out to
Ride the waves of my love for you
This our love is no ordinary dream.

In a perfect world...they met.
He loved computers, she loved books.
The kitchen was their favourite place though now they eat more of junk.
He said the first "hello", she really didn't say "hi".
Tall, handsome and some more
White teeth, curvy and "very intelligent."
Somewhere in the future they became friends
Intelligent conversations, you'd think they had knowledge.
Cat fights and playful jibes
Unseen glances and pregnant silences
A little bit of sarcasm to spice up the talk
An invite to dinner sealed it up.

A pause, a sigh...uncertain glances
and some hiccups in their once flawless discuss.
An inch to reduce the centimeter long distance between them
"I like you...I more than like you," he said.
She called his bluff off but she didn't sleep well that night.
All the sermons forgotten, she only could remember
The gospel her "liker" preached.
A handful of MTN extracool calls still didn't quench the fire
Something kept fanning the flames.

Finally he gave up on her or did he?
Some serious talk and several quarrels
She decided to "try" him out.
So many things happened,  God was watching this "Titanic"
The ship set sail but not before they christened her "relationship".
Oblivious to the massive ice cold danger, they climbed aboard and became passengers.
The voyage was disturbing, turbulent waters and serious storms
Two captains in one closet, they hit their heads too many times.
No destination in mind, they just kep moving like a waving flag.
This titanic crashed and heaven had a field day.
What was left of the movie was take-home memories.

But unlike that Titanic, no casualties were recorded
Only a mind fullof regrets and pain indescribable
Because they forgot the One whose mind is full of them.
But He told you to ask first
He said to you, you'll never lack a mate
So why did you jump ship? His ship.
Why was a relationship more important to you than fellowship?
He loves you still and that's why you have a bleeding heart and not a broken home..

Start all over, this time with Him in the equation.
Bring that man before your Maker
and ask God to put you to sleep
So your "Eve" can be brought out.
The lady, her man and their Maker
The eternal principle for a lasting relationship.

I woke up today and I realized I owned a street.
One which you have walked past, through and on two many times.
How many times did you drive by those network of veins and arteries?
How many times did your words sweep clean the surface of my street?
How many times did you put a dent in my walls and crumble
the dreams that stood like houses
on opposite sides of my heart?
How many portholes have your speeding made on that street I call heart?

You don't even read my heart signs.
Like a traffic offender you drive past
oblivious to the red, orange or green signs.
But someday you'll knock on my door
and it won't open.
Someday, you'll walk past a heavily pregnant me
and wonder if that little bulb of life would have been yours.
Someday you'll reach out for me on a bed and not find me
because you never put a ring on it.

But before then my street is empty.
My dreams still are standing
and I am doing the best I can
to be a good wife and mother.
Before then, I'm still building this street
every hurt, disappointment and cruel word
I'll use to build this heart.
This street shall be called lovely
hope and forgiveness.
until then, keep driving by.
My gates are still open.

They tried to fit little pieces of you into boxes.
Sly people, as cunning as foxes.
Paint a picture of freedom but keep them in cages.
Delete the evidence, blot it out of the pages.

I am no Maya Angelou but I know how the caged bird longs to sing.
Clip the wings and break the beaks, cover the wounds and they still will feel the sting.
Litter their screens with the pictures of your bird
Make them feel fly from the comfort of a bed.

Reward them with ghost followers while they lead unproductive lives.
Tell them they can "hammer" as they believe your lies.
Fit them into a frame so they can see the world from your eyes
Capture their hearts so it can be as cold as ice.

But you see there are birds that chatter and birds that tweet.
Birds that matter and birds that speak.
You say the words are very few
Yet I see you airing your view.

You say the space is very small
Yet you can talk about your car and all.
You say the world doesn't need you.
Yet you blame it for not paying your dues.

You say you want to get up and shine, blind our eyes and be a light
Yet you don't want to get up and fight.
You say it has always been like that
I say that's what the little box did to your head.

But I know a man who had no tweet handle
Yet He had more than "77k" followers.
He had no droid yet He mutitasked
More than that your Iphone Six.

If you want to be a light, a hundred and sixty characters is more than enough.
You say your battery is almost dead
Yet it can tweet the last thought in your head.
If you want to really talk, one hundred and sixty can do the job.
Let your tweet so shine before men
One hundred and sixty can do the job.
Open the cage or squeeze yourself out
If one hundred and sixty cannot do the job
If my options scare you too much
Sit and watch me do your job.
Payday will come and we'll meet at His feet.
My hundred and sixty heaven will retweet!
#tweetgelism #OutOfTheBox

Born in a remote village somewhere in the North
Yaro
Where the fulanli herdsmen twirl sticks as they guard cattles
Yaro
Makes one remember that boy in the bible who tended to his father's sheep all day
Yaro
Life was rosy, bed warm and cosy.
Mother was called "Mama" and age stricken father was "abba".
I sometimes wondered who matchmaked them
Mother looked like she was babysitting the world
Father looked like he was going to die any minute
But they loved me and that was all my infant mind wanted
For you see I was nothing but a
Yaro.

I loved the mornings, when goats where being let out of sheds
And I ran around the huts in our compounds
In between my father's leg and over my mother's lap
Bowls of koko and ***** of kosai couldn't quieten me.
I never knew your breakfast of "Kellogs varieties" or
One apple a day, to keep the doctor at bay.
For you see I was nothing but a
Yaro.
But I was alright or so I thought.
The afternoons were spent chasing Hassan and Hussein
Those "wicked" twins who would not allow our chickens rest
My world was coloured brown, brown goats, brown huts
Brown sand, brown faces and maybe brown hearts.
Brown was the only colour in the world except of course
The sky,  which was blue sometimes and white at other times.

One day, when you were still in homes covered with zinc
Father pulled me out of bed and handed me over to some fierce looking men
Mother wouldn't look at me, Hassan and Hussein stood far away.
Father was the one holding me so I knew he was not dead yet.
He handed me my new pair of slippers and pointed to the men
"They'll teach you life," he said.
"But.." I replied only to be cut short by the sting of a slap
"You're nothing but a..."
"Yaro", I replied.
So this was it..I was leaving me behind.
Mother hid behind her layers of clothing like a coward
Father stood proud like an English man
I stood with all of them around me feeling nothing
But what my Yaro mind allowed me to feel.

Curly hair and ******* eyes
Pink lips and hands so dainty
Radiant smile and chubby cheeks
Someday I'll call you Zara.

Sparks so faint yet we feel its touch
Hand in hand my love and I
Picking out names for the future you
Someday we'll call you Zara.

Still in school reading those books
Preparing your future home
Mummy can't wait for your arrival
See you in the future my baby Zara.

My lover, my lover open up the door
That leads to that precious heart of yours
My lover, my lover here I am
On bended knees, my only wish to be seen by you
Come let's talk love and ***
Come let's talk you and me.