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“You are the leaders of tomorrow”
They told us over and over
Right from the tender age of three
Through childhood and adolescence.
We have outgrown our youth
We are now mature men
We have come of age to lead
Just as promised decades ago.

At a recent gathering
Our *leaders of yesterday

Stricken with age and power
And long overdue for retirement
Addressed us, saying,
“Bla bla bla, bla bla, bla bla bla…”
“You are the leaders of tomorrow”*
That last statement jolted me awake
From his uninspiring, boring speech.

Then it dawned on me
We are a sleeping generation
We have long been waiting- sleeping!
When we should be leading
Our greedy, power-drunk leaders,
Will die in active service!
They will NOT hand over to us!
Not if we sit and wait for them.

I had a *revelation
that the “tomorrow”,
We were promised “yesterday”
Is fast becoming yesterday, today!
And while the Nigerian youth sleeps
His chance is being usurped by his fathers
Yesterday we heard this promise
Today we hear the same promise
But come tomorrow, we will be too old to lead
And our children’s turn, it will be.

We have been scammed of our future
By the very ones we entrusted them with
And like turns in a game of scrabble,
We have missed ours- forever!
Our leaders are old men
Who have no faith in youths
And come tomorrow, our children,
Will have graves to look up to

Because we would have no experience
From which to advise them…
And like an unwanted track on a CD
Our generation would have been skipped
By the geriatric push of a ⇒ button!


© Raphael Uzor
A practical instance of "tomorrow never dies"
When the darkness covers you
And if All your doors are closing
And None of the way is clear
You have to believe in yourself
Everyone gone through this state
Had suffered a lot to shine themselves
Like a burning sun out there
Pains and gains are neighbors
They always support each other
Let them unite and take your step
You will be successful
Just trust yourself
And break the gap between you and victory
He is in love with questions
And the lilting world of words,
With the fabric of philosophy
And the taste of fresh ideas.

He is in love with the smell of green
And the shifting sands of dreams,
With the hunt for profound moments
And the hunger-lust for purpose.

He is in love with his books
And the zodiacs cross the planet,
With patterns of chain reactions
And the way we cog and gear.

He is in love with pools of stardust
And fanciful notions of theory,
With darkness, deep and coveted
And the fabric it is made from.

He is in love with one who left
And the poisoned past he bathes in,
With being perpetually lonesome
And floating twixt life’s sabulous banks.

He is in love with memories, and the universe,
And nobody else.

With my choking heart, I’m grasping at dust,
And I am in love with him.
11/20/12
What is immortal, can you tell me?
The land that you stand on or the imperial sea?
However strong you are, you're subject to change
Everything will get destroyed, even the great Himalayan range
And for all this, the root cause is time
You can see the ill waiting fearfully on their beds as the clocks chime
Everything has an end, nothing lives forever
No not even the intelligent ; even Einstein died despite being so clever
Time is the little **** which has you in its paws, no matter how hard you strive
So live life to its fullest ; it's not like you're getting out alive...
You send shivers down my spine when you walk in,
Cause the butterflies to flutter like mad.
When you look in my eyes,
You burn right through me.
You are the sunshine when my skies are clouded,
The light when I can't find the good in the world.
I could be all that you need,
You are all that I want.
My stomach knots when you are next to me,
You make me nervous and giddy.
I smile at the thought of you,
Quake in your presence.
You have all control over me,
And you don't even know it.
His dark mood was calm
And with a look in his eyes
That spoke of patience.
Tear stained face
Blood shot eyes
Blood stained arms and legs

Destroying yourself is so easy it hurts

Hands are too slippery for the razor you try to hold
Blood turns brown as it dries
Trying to clean up the bathroom floor and sink so it's not so obvious
Nothing works
The razor can only make it better as it eats into your skin

*My legs are dangling off the edge, stomach full of pills that didn't work again.
Gone too far, yeah I'm gone again. It's gone on too long, I'll tell you how it ends. I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends. One's a bottle of pills and one's a bottle of gin. My frienemy's behind me, and his name is sin.
I think we love
who we do because
we see ourselves
in them.
 Apr 2014 imadeitallup
Luce
I say I love you when I tell you to drive safely
          stick to the speed limit
          make sure your belt is on.
I say I love you when I tell you to be careful on nights out
         watch how much you're drinking
          tell me when you're home safe.
I say I love you when I tell you that you had better study
          your future is just as important as ours.
I say I love you when you've fallen asleep early
           leaving you messages to read when you're awake
            hopefully a smile will start off your day.
I say I love you when I tell you that you just do not realise just how lucky I am to even know you.

I wish I had more time to show you I love you
because I'm still not very good at saying *I love you
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