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

Born precious
In a world you don't know
What will become of you.

Still precious
Because you are
Beautiful gifts.

Abandoned
And cherished
At some points.

However tossed you become
You are nothing but precious
To various families!

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Lacking means, battling life:
Hospitals cares with cash.

Lacking help, hopeless state:
Consolation passes by.

Installments made, non completion:
Ward round cares with eyes.

Treatments skipped, Deterioration sings:
Life goes into extinction.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Social Media:
Where angels and devils conglomerate.

Social Media:
Where works are being showcased.

Social Media:
Where people are being monitored.

Social Media:
Where so many mingles.

Social Media:
Where arguments haywires.

Social Media:
Where people finds love.

Social Media:
Where people falls victim for being gullible.

Social Media:
Where people are being discovered.

Social Media:
Where interactions gets paid.

Social Media:
Where awareness embraces its views.

Social Media:
Where men are being transformed.

Social Media:
Where men gets ruined.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Deep down your heart
I saw myself gaining acceptance
Without struggle,
Without fear;
Just loving,
So noble:
Living to love it.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I was there when the nobles
Announced our fate.

In the midst of they wherein
I marveled:

As the world started banking
At my presence

And searches for a proxy
Whose reliability disseminates entrustment

Until hope started speaking
My local dialects.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Frustrated in the midst of affairs
Wherein men punk and junk.

Becoming overbearing
Wherein you couldn't take it anymore.

Adopt a smile
And mean it.

Alarm for help
And pour out.

Become a big mess
With your tears.

Become a big boss
In your mindset:

Create a beautiful future
With a fantasy;

Create a list of survivors
And include yourself.

Forget the pains
Even if it is for a moment.

Reborn yourself
And start afresh...

Do all you can
But don't write that suicide note.

Do all you can
But don't take your own life.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

When they are creative and focused:
Support them.

Playfully discovered fulfillment
In skills:
Support need some more.

On the streets of carelessness
Some findeth skills;
In the rooms of focuseness
Some findeth skills
Which accompanied some naturally.

Support drives so fast
When honing makes it clear:
Clearing the ways of diligence
That keeps every talented child going.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I want to beloved
Just the way I give it
From whom I expect to beloved
To tell the tales of love
Written on encrypted laughter.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

You are not yet married
But you are a graduate:
Give thanks.

You are not yet married
But you have money:
Be thankful.

You are not yet married
But you are healthy:
Appreciate God.

You are not yet married
But you are not raving mad:
Be filled with thanks.

You are not yet married
But you are alive:
Thankfully trash that frustrative thought
because it is the living that gets married.

You are not yet married
And they are bent to frustrate you
Excuse yourself from they all
And be a happy being.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The pains: we might bear
Like candle wax that melts away.

The route of love we plied
Overshows the fault that sinks.

Your light I need to wax
Stronger with you.

The band on our fingers declares us
Free to feel.

The isle, the guests
Ends a day

But you and I
Can sweet to bliss.

Jennifersoter Ezewi

When my parents paid my school fees, they didn't publish it on Facebook nor it's related; when they gave me certain allowances, nothing of such happened.

Why should I make noise of buying them a car or footing their bills when my substance is enabled?

Most parents broods offline with little or nothing to show from their children's wealth while their children goes about making empty noise.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Some are destined to marry kings; some are destined to marry senators; some got married to presidents; some settled with mayors; some are happily married with ambassadors; some ends up happily married with business moguls; some ends up with promising futures and etcetera.

Marriage does not end at the ceremony of one. It's continuous. Life has it on timely dispensing saturation. Get ready for yours and make it happen or get caught up in the hands of fate or sudden love stories that kept saying yes...!

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Standing as a gate
Open wide for various beings
Seeking ****** remedy
In different wards,
Accommodating janitors
Who cares to care.

Erected as welcoming structures
During emergencies and non
Administering to payments made.

As flashes of Whites
Goes round to care
With the options of handing over
At the time appointed.
Singing lullaby with series
Of administrations through
Syringes and plates of tablets
Giving instructions.

The hospital:
Thou art so accommodating...
Passing human and spirits
To various destinations
As thy size speaks ginormous
Expanding in wards,
Treating cases of empathy
With faithful expectations.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Bad representatives of humanity...

They are like our guardians
But they treat us like
Their serviles:
Bad representatives of humanity...

Lies and deceit flows in their speech
As if they no more feel ashamed:
Bad representatives of humanity...

Who could have imagined that
The heart of a nation could be broken
On a peaceful note singing her song at a toll?
Bad representatives of humanity...

To the extent that green kept it
Memorably reserved on a white whose
Twentieth doubly flagged it on an
Evergreen doubled twenty for October.
Bad representatives of humanity..

What more is up?
Peace is a good representative:
Can't we live in it?
Love is a good representative:
Can't it be shared abroad in our midst?

We want to be treated better.
Are we asking for too much?

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Sacrifices we make in life has in-depth meaning we might not comprehend:
Some keeps us healthily elongated.
Some opens up strange financial doors for us.
Some rescues us from destruction.
Some speaks good to our generations unborn.
Some keeps us preserved.
Some tears down the walls of barriers standing against us.
Some pays our bills at ease.
Some honours us when we least expected.

That is the power of sacrifice: it keeps speaking even when we are not aware.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We eld daily not knowing
Who will take care of us
Until the time comes.

If we care for one,
Another will care for us
Even when the beneficiaries
fails to reciprocate
Because we are also benefiters.

The things we do counts.
The moves we make presents
there costs.
Our decisions records our fate
in the midst of all.

Echoing the promises of our
deeds,
Before the counsels of time
Whose duty ensures that we
savour the fate we deserve.

Wherewhital our conscience
Who sends us on certain errands?
Will they be able to exonerate us?
Before the unusual timing
Who stirs at our actions.

The children we bore
may disappoint.
Our expected saviours fails
But the help we render
Stands the test of time
When nothing else counts.

They come as visitors in
different forms.
They come surprisingly
Putting smiles on our faces.
They come as rewards for
Jobs well done.
They are the now!

But we are the things we do.
We are the things we see.
We are the time and season
Yet we ask: "how?"

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Their day is here again
To feed us with the joy
Of livelihood
Before these special gifts
We cannot create
But nurture and love
When they are given
To us as seeds
So delicate to behold
With a mandate of duty
So assigned to reject
From cradle to fruition
Which puts smiles on
Our faces when they
Run around with the energy
Of words calling Mama and Papa
To attend to their needs.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I heard them call Kofi
When my sugar turned coffee
At the presence of a thing
Called coffin.

I know the living Kofi
Who doesn't come late
But is now late at the
Expense of a call called death.

The peace movement resound Kofi
Who couldn't respond from a coffin
But his legacy resound peace
That could not be bound.

Here is Kofi
Whose presence bespeak peace
But the day announced requiem
As nations sounds plaintive.

Goodbye Kofi,
Africa will always remember
That you united nations
Before your exit.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

It might be very convenient for some people, which I haven't come to condemn but at the end, let's ask ourselves some questions.

Using rice to repair a phone might be rapid, amazing or whatever. The fact is this: there is a give and take between the subject and the object.

What transpires between that grains of rice and the phone is like liposuction. Meaning that it took something from the phone which is not good for consumption.
I haven't said that you should stop repairing your phones with rice. No! Choose between taking your phones for repairs or discard the grains of rice after your experiment in other not to endanger your lives and that of your households.

There is a word called "accumulation" which stores the damage without your knowledge and then suddenly releases it as a critical condition.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I have given you the authorization
To operate at - will
In other to use any word
of your choice;
Scoop any form you wish
And portray your desired effective topics.

Standing by you
Is my aura which gives you
The power to manifest.

I am poetic
But very disseminating.
I harbour to purvey at
The door steps of the needy.

Stand firm in your creation
Because I am your excuse.
I have given you all the permission you need.
Don't waver.

I am poetic and licensing:
I have risen to back you up.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

The powerful village
Who looks deserted
And accommodates more.

This village has more children
Outside her province
Toiling for survival each day.

She keeps calm and expectant
Wishing to see them at the end
of the year.

Some pays homage to her
While some calls her evil
And still denies the fact that they ever came in contact with her
Thereby calling a civilized soil
Sweet mother.

This powerful village produces
the best anywhere
And still looks timid in some places.

The powerful village where all
and sundries comes from
Who still accommodates them
at the point of retirement

Even when she had been neglected
She still welcomes them at the
point of exit
Giving them a comfortable
Portion of farewell.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We were separated by diverse
colours from different nations
whose ethnicity and languages
immune their walls.

Compelled by oneness of
unification which checks and
balances our pride.

The strength of our gifts and wealth speaks louder in the affairs of our economy standing straight to define our scope.

When pride calleth, purity
defineth, thereby sanctifying the
proximity of defence between us all.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I found a place:
Where plagiarism fears its
license.

A place where works attracts
its audience.

It is a place of publicity:
Where reviews encourage its
own.
The assemblage of legends.

It is a place of refuge:
Where works standout.
A place of honour:
Where applause exchange
glances.

It is the latest place:
A very safe place
Wherein we say 'hello!'

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Searched all over the globe
By his curious brethren
Who craves for a trace
On the minute of a sign or symbol.

Coast to coast has he sojourned
In search of this settlement
That baffles all.
Yet so symbolic to be identified.

What prompted the African search
Brought a bloodline to Nigeria
To view the striking identification
Their brother left behind as an easterner.

This mysterious remembrance has
Launched a helping hand to the present
Generation, intending to wipe the tears
Of a populace who hails from the east.

Having found the tribes of Gad emerges
A reunion of East and these westerners
Who vowed to find a brother whose position
Is the seventh in Jacob's court.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

What if you fail?
What if you succeed?

What if they mock you?
What if they applaud you?

What if they reject you?
What if they accept you?

What if they say no?
What if they say yes?

What if you lose?
What if you gain?

Don't disqualify yourself when you haven't tried.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I heard that purpose brought her to this
earth:
Stationed in the vision that navigates her
moves
As diligence summons celebrations to be situate at the corridors of grace who will never cease to amaze Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Staggering onward to an
assumed route in other to
arrive home makes the drunk
feel special.

He asks the wind and land
the way forward.
Urinates at every given point
of liquor's command.

"Someone show me the way
home."
As he whistles and sings
incorrigibly.

"Oh!
This must be home.
Where is this foolish woman
who calls me a drunkard?"
Hic*
"I am home to make you happy."

"Foolish woman.
Do you know that I brought
you from your father's house
to bear my name?
Nonsense!"

"Although I pay my rent at the
bar doesn't make me a drunk...
I will send you packing and
marry a pulchritude that will
take care of me."

"Go! Go and bring my food.
That is the only thing you...
Oh I remember."

Teeters towards the door.
"Where is the crayfish
that tastes so good in my soup?
The bitter leaf that tastes so
sweet at the end of the day.
My Akpino.
The ugly beauty.
I am so pressed."

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

They are like skin
Which shines at the presence
Of nourishment
And becomes malnourished
At the presence of lack.

They are like the brain
Which portrays brilliance
At the place of knowledge
And becomes dull
At the place of ignorance.

They wish to be polished
But don't have the means;
They wish to know
But don't know how to go
About it.

They hunger and thirst
For intake
But couldn't afford the bills;
They parade on rags
But couldn't apportion blames.

They can only beg at - will
As ones that needs your help:
Don't laugh at them;
Don't despise them
Because they were not
opportune.

They are here:
They live around you;
Speak around you,
Frown around you
And yet, smiles around you.

Don't laugh at them
Because they were not
opportune:
They can only get better by
your help
And can only sound better by
your support.

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

Locate the people you want to help
And reach out to them directly
Because that bridge you are constructing
Might not cross you over
Neither will your subjects smell it's footage:
Thou has seen it;
Thou art watching.

You brought the money
To be used for all:
They told you your people
Isn't good enough to partake of it:
Thou has seen it;
Thou art watching.

When they are not representing one sided
Why should they be one sided?
Thou has seen it;
Thou art watching.

You brought the money
But they are using it to buy the favour
Of the upcoming what you thought:
Thou has seen it;
Thou art watching.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Churches, organisations, individuals, etc.
If the government fails us, let's not fail ourselves. Extend a helping hand to:
whosoever you can,
In whichever way you can
And wherever you can ( people are helping already) to assuage this challenge.

If they offer us a lip service relief;
let's offer ourselves the real service relief based on our capacities; from where we art.
We will not sink in this.

Together we can walk out of this challenge, leaving the scars to fade.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

To my love:
Whose name is Jehovah,
Whose word is true,
Whose love is sure,
Whose mercy pacifies:
You are indescribable.

To my King:
Who surpasses all kings,
Whose voice resounds like thunder,
Whose glory roars beyond,
Whose hands created the whole universe:
You are the only true God.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Treat me like your own
To make me feel at home
In the land that you own
And wants me to groom.

Groom me as you want
To feel cool when you
See me in the class that you
Long and wants me to represent.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We were left unaided
But it turned unjellied:
Breaking our walls;
Distorting our peace.

Who could have known
That our hospitals would
Be politically passive?
Let alone, active.

Maybe you knew
But they wouldn't have imagined it
Because it is an awe
That showcased itself unknowingly.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

While some men deceitfully comes to lewdly hit and run with some ladies who equally responds with the intention of procreation unknown to the donors.
These men goes with the shoulders of "I have done it" and results to gossipry with their cliques.
Whereas the ladies in question goes on celebrating the beauty of the seeds growing inside their wombs.
If the men involved finds out about the aforementioned and expects to be chased about for marriage: they might end up wasting their time especially when the ladies concerned are financially enabled.

The table doesn't revolve around one option anymore.
The motive behind the acts speaks in riddles these days.
Let's learn to respect ourselves.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

They were called lazy
Until they lazied out to the streets
To make unusual history
That took the lives of those
That paid the price.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

There is a limit to every fear:

The limit you chase most individuals
Wherein they look behind and see there is no where else to run to but to stand and fight.

Be careful, because that moment,
You the hunter will fall victim of what you have done to them over the years.

The respect they have for you will be no more; all they want is their freedom and happiness.

The names you called them will pounce on you.

Because in every broken being, there is an inner strength they are yet to discover and if they uphold it: the unimaginable plays the keyboard of game up for them.

While you still have the time: be nice.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We know the criminals
But couldn't point fingers.

We know the rouges
Because they are notorious.

We know their tracks
But couldn't ply through.

We know their pranks
Because it is full of lies.

We know their heights
Because they are high and mighty.

We know them
We know them.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Oh God of impossible cases!
Save our nations from this deadly pandemic called corona virus.

Come to our aid and show yourself mighty
In this time of trouble
And take your glory in full.

We humbly bow to you
Because you said we should call
Upon you in the days of trouble
And you will answer.

Let your name be glorified
As you go through our nations
With your carriage of mercy:
Showing yourself mighty
In this impossible case.

Nullify these massive death grip
Ravaging the lives you created:
In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth!
The Son of The Living God!
Amen!

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

If we say we want to go home,
Who will lead the way?
If we say we want to go home,
How united are we?

We will go home
Only when we start agreeing together:
Loving each other,
Helping each other.

That is when we will go home:
When we are ready to give
Each other water on our way
home,
When we won't spite ourselves.

We will hold hands together
Singing a new song:
A song of hope,
A song of victory.

We will love without blemish,
Laugh without hindrance,
Hug without stabbing
And walk down the aisle of unity.

We will celebrate our heroes past:
Acknowledge our rare gems,
Appreciate ourselves
And celebrate home.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

We were locked down in hunger;
Left to survive in pain:
What do you expect?

We weren't considered afterwards...
Mandated to pay duties, out of the blue:
What do you expect?

We heard of the bill notes
That were meant to locate our accounts
Dancing through the fire unseen:
What do you expect?

We left the down unlocked
Still in the drama that caused us pain:
What do you expect?

A pacified beings or
An irate crowd?
The unexpected unlocked itself.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Love is a feel you explore without regrets:
A sense you forget when you love foolishly;
A cheque you sign as if you are Charity.
A state you wish it never ends.
A caption of a thousand years, sparkling good and fine.
Love is a straight A's: omitting its errors.
Love is what you give and take.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

When he calls himself a god
Who couldn't be reached.
Call yourself a vessel
Who should be honoured.

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

I call you a country of dignity
You called me a people of nothingness.

Wherewithal thy glory
Which makes you a story?

Could it be that the vows made
To our heroes past were vain?

Singing feign
On an empty fame.

Oh nation
So great:

Let thy glory come
To shunt the story scoffs.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Baby if you jump
I will jump with you.

Oh no, if you cry
I will be your wiper.

Awww, spicing your meals
Will be my endless delight

If only you will be my
pumping machine.

I will be your promo
If you choose to be a product.

Can I be your echo
when you sing?

If only you will be my fence
When I build

I will always count it joy
To fly with your wings.

Can we
Popcorn?

Baby I will be
Your promise land.

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

Within themselves
They know themselves
And they are the only people that can tell you the truth about themselves.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Where one, two or more evil uncles, wives mates or whosoever that is suppose to be part of the nurturing, sits to torment, delay or crush the destinies of these young ones without thinking of the aftermath of their wickedness...
Yet we ask how?

When the souls of these young ones becomes angrier than expected.
They indulge in the unimaginable to save their faces.
I am not trying to promote evil but answering a vital question.

This generation is crazier than one can ever imagine: highly unpredictable and vehemently heinous than their predecessors.
They might not have the patient to wait...
So if those who instigates these thinks It's gonna narrow down their ways, they might have something else coming...
Isn't that obvious?
Yet we ask how?

No one is forcing anyone to help another.
"If you don't want to help these children, leave their destinies alone!"
There is a time limit for every destiny to explode and take a new shape in reality, no matter the barriers: depending on each individual's readiness to fight and become...!
Some fight the right way; some fight the wrong way.
Yawning to meet up with the unnecessary competition.
That might either take their lives or sustain it because of the high levels of risks involved.
Yet we ask: "how did we get to this point?"
That is how we got to this point!