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Once upon a day in a lonely Restaurant
I ate my dose of contentment
Spreading my blessings on the cutlery
There came a man in an Apron of darkness
Matched with the devil's Hat
I saw the insect run for shelter
and the animals hide their heads
He took a sit in front of me
without words I knew i should run
I look up and saw a door in his eyes
shallow,tiny but opened
I wanted to explore
So I went in with desperation
leaving my Lamp behind
forgetting that he was total darkness!!!
Awelewa! The sound of her beads send waves to my ears
the softness of her palms as it create sweet melody from clapping
Orente Adumaradan the jewel in the eyes of her father
she has gotten the towns men losing their breath
they have been hypnotized by the melodies from her voice
each word she speaks falling with varieties of sweetness
and you my people have been deceived into believing she loves You
Oh what devilish smile!
Oh that irresistible wink!
When she leave town she goes with our heart in her pouch Aniokanlapo that what we call her. The one with heart in her pouch.

Her beauty is glowing but her people are dying. Even as they lament they want her
But she is the dark princess feeding only on their lusts
Awelewa is a yoruba African word describing an irresistible beautiful woman.
I feel the pain in my left chest
The one caused by an absence of what I don’t know
Could it be the absence of your pretty lies?
Or of the empty promises of your hands
The one that promise to take me to the aisle
To make me reach heaven on earth
No wonder you wouldn’t watch me cry
Because you knew an ocean of tears was in the future
Born of love and hatred
For this one fellow I could cut branches, let my guides down
For this one fellow risk were worth taken
Because i felt it was true
But barely knew we were through
Painful as it seems every memory was joyful
Because every action and words were of true intent
  Intent to love and to hurt
I remember the trip to the land of no return

The well that is more than 100 years old

The one story building belonging to the missionaries

A cubicle room that contain thousands of our forefathers

The chains,The castigations

The badagry Slave Trade Market

Then I imagine the pain,The wounds,

The rage that boils in their heart yet the white man shout "Apes obey"

How blacks betrayed blacks for coins,selling their birth right for breads

Truly independent is what we need

To the souls that were lost in battle I say "Peace"
55 years and here we are

To independence  of my Father's Land

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE NIGERIA
Emotions spilling out,tears flowing hard
Whatever is happening to the wall of strenght must have made it crumbled

Love has appeared and disappeared
And hatred is laughing at the love we shared!

The ones you packed the pieces and threw into my eyes
The one you use to raise me and drop me at my lowest

What now!  Do you want left from the pieces of a chattered heart like mine

Roses are dried now,there aren't no rain of season refreshing in me any more!

What now! What now! Do you want!
I wanna stop faking the smile                                                  I wanna start saying my mind                                               to my notepad at least can I pour my thought                      it is a world of mystery I live in                                              It is a blow of pain I feel in my heart                                   With a wet pillow I sleep all night                                           am lonely I know I am                                                           am broken deep down                                                          am helpless somehow                                                          ­wanna talk to the sky hope it going to listen!
Oh! I said as I lay back on my bed
Thinking of where to begin the puzzle

So scanty yet so complusory is the puzzle of life

The Good seems too good,and the bad seems too bad
Yet there aren't space for sitting on the. Wall

Life get tougher on some of us
And softer to some of us

When we are wining we are happy
When we lose we hate life

When we smile we forget the pain of yesterday

When we cry we forget the smile of the same morning
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