Listen, the world is muffled
My legs, numb with cold
Grief, anger envelops us
So, it is sadly true
We all know our date of birth
No one knows their date of death
How do you say "Goodnight"
When morning dawns
The world is still in jolted

Why, death why?
Why do bad things happen to the good
And good things happen to the bad
Someone please tell me why?
You have touched our soul
With so many moves
Written your name in our hearts
The basketball world tears for you and yours

My sockets, teary
My face, blurry
My life, you were my coach
You mentored me from afar
I share your drive and enthusiasm
And that it took Gianna
What a tragedy
A loss to the world

If you lived in Africa
We would ask questions
Who felled our Iroko tree?
Who set your sun at noonday?
Who was afraid of your shine?
We would have invoked our gods
But we can't ask questions
God knoweth...

Death surely comes
The only ineluctable enemy of humans
It will come when it will come
Prepare your house, write a will
Live a day at a time
It seems far, yet close
Start living, stop surviving
Start building legacies, not wealth

With 8 all-star selections,
An MVP award with 33,643 points
Already, you made 20 seasons
Inspired our generation
Your stardom cuts accross galaxies
I just want to look into the sky
The abode of our forefathers
And see you shine down on us

There are no words to express my pain
You are a legend
You live forever in our hearts Black Mamba
Gianna, the road stops here
Heaven is a continuance
We will remember you forever
Goodnight Kobe...Good night Gianna!

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895

What shall it profit you?
When you open a private arena
Your hallowed sanctum of decorum
And feed it to the dogs
For mere sensual ecstacies

With the latest gizmo
Delivered surreptitiously
You turn it on, and loud
Travel to a world of infinite pleasures
Attain ******, yet lonely

If it is not right, watch it
You are probably being filmed
You get laid and get paid
Your escapades hits the internet
Congrats!, you are now officially a **** star

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895

For the want of miracles
My people have become gullible
Muscled and brainwashed by fake oracles
Masters of psychology and "wash wash" miracles
Robbing them of their wealth and bangles

How long shall we be susceptible
To the charades of these scientists
Who masquerade as holier than Jesus
Poverty stricken scam artists
Who pose as Deputy Jesus

HE has ears, HE can hear
HE has hands, HE can save
Heaven and earth is HIS
the earth and the fullness therein
Why ask a creation, when you can ask the Creator?

Your mother is a witch
Your inlaws flies in the night
Until you **** them, no peace
I pity your condition
Be careful who counsels you
Lest they cancek you out of life

Give me, give me is how babies pray
What must I do, the lines of Kings
Until you settle with the word
You will never cross to the other side

Stop rubbishing your education
So many herberlist are now prophets
All they require is to say the words
You automatically becomes their "Maga"

The Spirit of Jah is in all men
My Pastor said, my Daddy said
That is how many marriages got destroyed
Blood transfusion is a curse
By it so many stars were murdered
By brainwashed and murderous parents

Sit with the word like Paul
Fast and pray like a true discipline
Seek Him in truth and in spirit
Then praise Him like David
Let me see that challenge that will stand

He is an open handed God
He allows His children make choices
If you return to Him genuinely
The world will soon  gather to celebrate you
Enough of Religious Scam, "Mbok"

I love your *******
It makes me drip
If that is heavens road
Then, my mission is complete

I love your breast
Especially the roughages
That surrounds the juice
If I can only but grasp

I love your dimple
Even though they are simple
Each time you smile
I just feel a tickle

Let me be your barber
With exclusive services
That I may help you shave yonder
And give it a fine design

I almost touched that tattoo
Beautifully carved on your cleavage
When we bathed together
But bathing together is not consent  

Although you were silent
Consent for one
Is not consent for all
When we downed a bottle of passport
You were weak, I was your strength

Once we wanted to make out
You said "Yes", then "No"
But I made sure the sun didn't rise
For the moon was not set

I'll be ready when you are
In a blissful atmosphere
Under the "Udala" tree
With a sealed mutual oath

If you went it
Before she said "Yes"
If you shaged her
Before she was eighteen
You are officially a ******

This is not just a poem
It is the story of my Kimberly
And yet,
Still I wait...

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895

If you laugh at my stupid acts
Still pull me aside to guide me
You never threw me to the Lions
You correct me in love
Like a loving mother
To a suckling child
Then you are my best friend

If you are miles away
And your thoughts still makes me smile
If your absence makes me cry
Tears of joy; that I miss you
If I shout on you for everything
And you still give me that  smile and hug
You are my best friend

If you've crossed to the great divine
Dining with the Angels
Sited at God's right hand
And I still think about you
The sweet memories we shared
If I still look at the stars and see you
You are my best friend

If I ever lied to by loved ones
To spend time with my Bae
To mingle with my guys
Or our usual ladies night out
If I told you what none ever knew
Run to you for advice
You are my best friend

If you ever sent me recharge cards
Bought me perfumes and souvenirs
Bought me food when I was hungry
Drinks that we may be merry
Just know that I miss you
And right now, I am thinking about us
Because I miss my best friend

You can make that call now
The next time my phone rings
I wish you will be one
My acts might not show it
I might have a funny way of communicating
But I think I love you
Because you are my best friend

If you've ever flown
Carry bottled water about
Charter Uber or Taxify
Usually don't finish your drinks
Leave droplets of food at restaurants
Congrats, you made it!

If you are a Soldier's wife
A Lawyer or a Doctor
You use i-phone 32
Ever snapped "pinshure" with "Whity"
Or attended private university
Congrats, you made it!

You are in charge of party food
Borrow a car to pick your date
Snapped inside a car for Facebook and Instagram
If you love to sit in front of danfo
Or work as a Marketer
Congrats, you made it!

If you are course representative
An MD in any firm
Your brother is a politician  
Snapped inside a Airplane
Or fair like the daughters of Job
Just add it to your resume
You already made it!

If you wear gold Romanian curls
Would you rather do Brazilian or Indian hair
You already look like Khardashian
Or have "Arsenal" like Cardi B
Can I get your autograph?
You are already a star

If you have a customized plate
A double chief in your village
You love ******* and foursome
You abuse siren as an ordinary Spy Police
You are already a big boy!

However, if you are street smart
You have a skill set with your education
If you went to a finishing school
You never allow pride overwhelm you
If you are your own Boss
And you pay salaries
You are the real VIP

Many are victims of identity
Living in prisons of their imagination
Forming Slay Queens and Marlians
If you don't mind yourself now
Your future might be a repeat of the past
Don't be poor and proud!
It is highly cancerous...

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895

At the mention of DNA test
Some softwares trip
Cool child runs within them
None is ever sure of a firing
Afterall, sharp shooters still miss fire
If you aren't afraid of scans
To determine our child's sexuality
What is the ruse about DNA test?

Not all women are infidels
There are evil practitioners
Intentionally they swap babies
Like guys swap girlfriends
What makes you so sure
That you are your father's  child
This table is not only shaking
I hope to break the legs

When my ***** travels through the epididymis
Direct into the vas deferens
From the seminiferous tubules
Am I even sure it is *****?
It could be mere "Ogi"
How do you impregnate a software?
While you are plagued with erectile dysfunction?
Ladies beware, impotent men abound

Wait, don't go nowhere
"I never finish with you"
When your arteries are plagued
You can never "Do The Do"
It is called atherosclerosis
*** is intended for pleasure
And for procreation my friend
Don't be called Daddy by another's child
Let us all seek full medical check up

When married women slay
They turn real side chicks
Especially the married but single
Even Solomon in his prime
Cannot match their ******
They drive in their cars
And just flash you twice
If you can decipher the code
"You go just dey clean the playhead"
While real Oga hussles for the family

No time to check time
One month after birth
Conduct proper DNA test
Let us settle this thing once
But be sure of your generator of generations
That it is working in full capacity
To avoid stories that touches the heart
Don't say i didn't warn you

That goodbye *** with your ex
The night vigils with loud loans
With "Ekwueme" at the background
The client you shagged for the cheque
The MD you seduced for that account
The "thing" might have entered
Don't give it to another man
It is pure evil
A day of reckoning looms

Terrible days are here
The devil was once a saint
If you already said "Yes"
Please honour your vows
Infidelity is now a norm
Moral decadence on both sides
Married women are now real side babes
Behind that beauty may be a Delilah

If you ever discover the smoke screen
Please be magnanimous...
Your escapades with your colleagues
Your secretaries and personal assistants
Your time-out with church and mosque workers
Your sins might have visited
This time, though your wife
Whatever you sow, you reap
Karma is very real

With the rapid wave of technology
DNA will soon be like BVN
Just like the XYZ test in government hospitals
It will be made compulsory
And help us demystify this mystery
But if you are very sure
That your father is your father
Am I really sure?
That my child is child?
DNA Test, are you sure you are the Daddy?