By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If you choose to bow to your believe
And I choose to stand
To my believe
Why should we fight?

When I chose to stand
Before my Maker in humble
Adoration
It was my choice.

When you chose to bow
To your believe
It was equally your
Choice.

My orientation thought me to Stand or genuflect
While your orientation
Thought you to bow.

Why should we fight
Over our choices
When it was not imposed
On us by anyone?

If I don't force you to stand
To my believe
Why should you force
Me to bow to your believe?

Is this believe not meant to be Amicable?
Why should we fight over it
As if we own it?

We all came to
Embrace it,
We will all leave it
Behind.

If I call you brother
Why can't you call me one?
If I crave for peace
Why can't we live in peace?

Is it not what we preach?
Is it not what we strive to
Achieve?
Peace be still.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

You are my eyes and my sight;
You are my thought and expression;
You are the lifting up of my hands:
You are the one I love.

You are my fear and my freedom;
You are my sense and my calculation;
You are my opinion and my statement:
You are the one I love.

You are my beginning and end;
You are the source of my joy;
You are the future I see because
You are the one I love.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

This is a country we live in: a country that is quick to imitate the foreign soil without considering its environment.

This is a country we live in: a country that imitates without checking if the time is right.

This is a country we live in: a country whose banking sector obliges its customers to adopt a verification system without adequate security.

This is a country we live in: a country that is quick to start an elephant project without completion.

This is a country we live in: a country that has a lot to learn about maintenance.

This is the country we live in: the country that considers the rich before the poor.

This is the country we live in: the country that swims in abundance yet, lives in penury.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I have known you as a land
Filled with natural sweetness,
Fertile to the point of Willingness,
And productive to all.

You have been under the management of great leaders
Whose echoes resounds out of your reach as either bad or good managers.

You are a land to reckon with
But the torment of the old brigades
wouldn't let you go.

They call you Nigeria the great
But I call you the great land of nobility
Whose resources satisfies generations
Unremitting.

You are the land I hail from,
The land of my fathers
Whose greatness abound.

Sooner or later you will stand
To defend your name again,
You will ***** your glory in victory,
You will stand without lurch
and display your greatness.

You will wipe the tears of your inhabitants
who have learnt their lessons.

You are indeed a land of peace,
Designed to redoubt your citizens
In other to awaken your redound
But your redoubtable sculpts and scuff.

Your violators will crumble on their knees in astonishment
Seeking peace.
The unimaginable will surprise them soonest
Because peace refits itself.

This land must soar in glory,
Her people will rejoice again.
The land of my fathers is Nigeria,
Rich in culture and overly blessed.
This is that great land I hail from.

by Jennifersoter Ezewi

The valiant are being tamed
By the sword of intimidation
Who lunges towards every states
With a face wreathed in vengeance.

Who is good for slaughter?
The one with the sword or
The non violence?

But they claim unaware
on life threatening issues which is the basic
Thereby replacing the number
one priority with the secondary
grease that spins money on their tables.

Who instigates and launches attacks on every route that leads to the cross?
The custodian or the cursed?

Who is good for slaughter?
The guilty or non guilty?
Why then is the blood of the
innocents serving the interests of the selected mighty?

The peaceful will prevail
But only time shall tell how
glorious it shall be.

The peaceful will prevail
But only time shall tell how glorious it shall be.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We are united by lip service
Yet claims we are being serviced
When all we get is agony
in a country that is meant
to be united in love.

If we claim to be one,
We are supposed to be duly
serviced by the share of our
oneness.

We can't be warmly expectant
when all we get is negligence;
We can't be claiming oneness
when our supposed lovers
throws our love to the retch.

Let this oneness be redefined
for us to know our stand;
Let the best we can be satiate
our amiable positions to
prove our oneness.

We have soared above
this mess and needs a prove
of our oneness:
Let it be recorded that we are
in love by the way we treat
ourselves;
Let our love be seen and not told.

How amiable we ought
to have grown instead of hate
and bigotry;
How prominent we look
yet plays around like kids
without direction.

We are endowed to be emulated;
We have gone too far to miss
our ways:
Let the love we claim be resurrected
And let our oneness be practiced.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Learn not to be scared of anything
Because it is a sign of weakness.

Learn not to allow people push you around
Because you are not gullible.

Learn not to allow people draw words out of your mouth
Because you are sensible enough.

Learn to be strong
In other to conquer.

Learn to stand firm
And become you.