If love be kind tender and gentle.
If love has path let me follow,
If love has door let it open.
If love has story let me sit with ear,
If love has garden let me plant,
If love has rose let me for beauty behold and hold .

If love has a song,
If love has a world
If love has a place let me stay
Let me sing,
Let me live in its world forever.
If only love will find a way ,
let me love and know love.
If love is in your heart keep me and lock forever.

I will live on,
Life will go on,
I will keep hoping on.
I wouldn't end
I will live happy still without you.
I will sleep and slumber .
I will dream even if it's in lonely world
I will move on far beyond where we ended

Happy days will come,
Days of sorrow will be gone
This eve is sad and broken
A new day will come,
Joy will find way and stay.
Melodies will be found in my songs.
The journey may be long and boring,
But along will come a companion.
We'll build our own world.
We will find our way.

She was the hope I hoped for,
She was the dream I dreamed of.
She was the sea and I the wave .
She was the Destiny that borne hopes.
She was the precious of all jewels
She was the heaven and I the Saint.
The sound of her voice soft like angelic whisper.
She was the most precious flower in the garden.
She was one in the crowd spotless
She was the song of angels.
The song I sing in quietude.
The reason I ponder in solitude.

In the morning I listen in vain for the sound of her voice.
At noon I'm overwhelmed by her love.
At night I lie awake alone in bed,
For her love does not let me sleep
And when sleep intrudes and lead my
breath
It is she I see in my dreams.
She was the fire and I like gold melting away
in abundance of love.
She was my passion and dream,
She was my heart desire,
She was the dream I didn't want to wake from.
She was my Destiny.

I thought heaven has heard my plea.
I thought heaven has sent my perfect whole Centre.
I was drunk drowning in love.
She was my charm, my spell.
I was enchanted.
Lo, my love is come!
My love is returned like a stranger I never met.
She's come in the convoy of a strange prince.
She's come in the arms of another.
She was the wind and I the sea.
She has come no longer for me.

NURTURED EVIL.
Go child,
Go, ravage his belongings
Destroy his household.
Go for I'm right behind you
I'm the the womb which conceived you
The heart which cared for your Infant child.
Go without turning back.
So on he we went
With burning fury flames
Burnt his neighbor's goods
Ravaged his household in total destruction.
Without turning back, sparing none left
behind.
When he was done with same fire burning
still,
No goods out to destroy,
He returned home with same furious flames,
Then said to his mother ;
This place also is not good in my eyes,
I will destroy it with flames of fire and
tomorrow build another.
She rendered her best to halting the trend,
But he was furious beyond curbing.
The evil she sold out ,
She bought in return in sorrow.
For Life is a seed, sow today and reap
tomorrow.

From the world unknown we came to self
discovery.
We woke to a land our mothers had
conceived us.
We came little and fragile, soft and tender.
The world we never knew received us to a
people we never chose.
We came with tears in our eyes,
And echoes of sorrows in our voice,
As joy and gladness of heart inexplicable
prevailed the man and woman to whom
we're born.
Our babies borne around back and front
and side to side.
Little by little, day by day
We **** and eat and grow
Our innocent beings gradually are
introduced to the world,
A world of pain and sorrow, a ruthless
world.
A world of uncertainties, like children lost in
wilderness as to Lord of the flies.
After so much love, care and tenderness, we
began to know hatred, harsh words of
tongues,
We're introduced to straight pains from
rods of chastisement.
Some rod out of hatred born with envy,
Some out of love and correction.
We kept on growing like grass in summer,
snow in winter.
We are sent to places where with our peers
we learned to be better in our societies,
Primary and secondary to tertiary and to the
universal world.
We learn to know ourselves our world and
the way of tomorrow, it uncertainties.
From the world we live free,
We're left to build our own,
The world of our own,
The beginning of our beings

TRIBUTE TO STEPHEN KESHI (A DIRGE).
Our son has gone to reunite with his wife,
she left us not long ago,
She left in haste without saying goodbye.
She was young and unaged lovely to behold.
She was unwell stricken by the rough rod of
life.
She journeyed in sorrow to the white Lords,
The ones who have communed with all
knowledge,
To know the answer to all pains.
She left to meet.
He saw her leaving and bade farewell,
Awaiting her return in wholesomeness of
being having healed.
The day came, strange with Eerie note, it
was a day of despair and desolation,
A day of misery and the depth of sorrow,
A day of dirge and elegy.
Our wife has come home,
The love of our son has returned.
She came a different being motionless,
Borne on the shoulders of men in black.
The wife of our son has come a heroine,
She has come on a different tone.
She was his girlfriend, the girl of his youth.
The mother of his children.
The only true joy he has ever known.
We saw son our son's life leaving him,
Our son who was our source of joy,
A leader in the game of men in nations,
A legend whose kick and lead has brought
us victories by him we won trophies.
Our own son has left us in sorrow to reunite
with his wife.
The lady of his youth, the Love of his life.
Our son has chosen the hand of his love
from the world beyond,
Leaving behind careless his innocent
children, the very fruit of his Union.
Our son has left us in pain and sorrow,
He left us a legend, a hero,
Our son has gone the way of his wife.
Our son has gone home!
THE BIG BOSS HAS GONE HOME!

Here in this strange land we set out wandering,
Chasing shadows and vainglory,
Here, in the deep darkness of our imaginations,
We conceive monsters of evil and bring forth like maidens in long Labour.

Our land is polluted in an atmosphere of despair,
In evil shadows we lie awake at night having awoken by nightmares,
Eerie shrieked by monsters we spring up out of the deep black darkness within our beings.
The deep darkness within where no light dare shines.

The scary story that's told of this land,
Our name is a reminder of sorrow,
The nightmares that swept our dreams away.
The light of our days has ceased to shine,
For our light we put out so darkness can prevail.

We are the tears in our eyes,
The very songs of sorrow we sing in strange solemn.
The pain and agony that hunt our days continually.
Like roof of an house that keeps away sun, snow cold and evil wind,
So we lay evil above us like canopies,
We set traps of desolation beneath our feet,
And in the middle we gasp for breath.
There is no evil in our land we've not conceived.