Don't put the rope to your neck
It's ok to go berserk
Don't take the poison
This phase is just for a season
Don't pull the trigger
God is bigger
He will wipe away your sorrows
And give life to your marrows

A hero gone
That was born
A leader lost
That was found
Sweet honey in a calabash
Fresh wine in a gourd
And a raindrop in the ocean
That was not lost
A ray in the sun
Shining across the globe
You stained your white garments
To save your motherland
You tore your green apparel
To defend the course of freedom

You remain a woven nest upon the maple branch
Eagles, doves, and many more
Found refuge in your reign
Fond memories of you still linger on
Happy days of laughter somewhat covered the mourn
The sun will rise and set unend
So shall you remain in hearts forever

The essence
Of woman empowerment
Should not be to equip her
To compete or reach
The status of a man

It is bringing her
To the point
Where her works
Are impacting and noticeable
And ultimately
Being able to impart knowledge
To the next generation of females

If at the end of all things
It is revealed that the existence God and the death of Christ is a fallacy
I will have no regrets having subscribed to holiness
For holiness is of a decent and fulfilling gain
But more fulfilling is the fact that our God lives and Christ indeed died on the cross for our sins

Help me ask Santa
Will he come
If the snowflakes are ninety nine
Peradventure eighty
Will he still come
Say the flakes become seventy
Will we see him
Peradventure fifty
Will he consider
What of forty
Will the reindeers move
If they are thirty
Is he coming
If the ice count twenty
Should we expect him
Peradventure ten
Is this too small
If they reduce to five
Will he want to move
If there remain no flake
Will we get our gifts?

The globe is warming
The world is changing
Santa's gift hanging
And life is dying

The sun is in the flake's den
And the battle is gruesome
The hail is losing blood and feeling the heat
The ice on the berg runs into the blue
And the dolphins are bolting out of it

The plea of life beckons wild
For a speedy slow down
And a timely move
Away from winter's space

The eye of deceit has a black cornea and white pupil

The baby orphan in the needy cradle
Be his hope like light on a candle
The woman vending in the wild sun
Don't steal her tired goods and run

The single dad toiling hard
He's already worn out don't make him mad
The friend in need of that helping hand
Be that hand and spin the magic wand

The family from which you come by blood
Don't spoil their name lest you get hit by a flood
The man in you, called by your name
Nurture him right to be the kindest fame

The place you call your very country
Do your best and make it a beloved territory
The brother from the other border nation
Be no racist, respect his notion

Fight on
You already won

if marriage
were an inch
of the wedding veil
that touched the ground
the world would have been
swept impeccable

In an abusive relationship?
You got legs?
Run!
You got no legs?
VANISH!

I wish pictures reflect who we truly are
that every pixel represents the smallest unit of a person's soul
Where every atom would portray our true being
Well, as we would have it
We only see a fine display of fleshly aura
And it only takes a voyage beyond this world To discover true colors

You cannot be me
Copy my smile, talk, and walk
Mimic my true posture and gesture
Walk in my full naked footprints
But one still remains
Me

I was bruised and worn smelling fishy
I stopped by your door
And smelled something meaty
Your *** of soup was soothing to taste
And your bouncy couch touched with honor
Your favorite smile tasted like cherries
And your graceful hands served with courtesy
You nurtured groomed and pampered me
Touching all cords of my being with care
Your very fine and pleasant self
Scolded grief off my chest
Few months on I heard a knock
The look on his face was a messy conundrum
And oh a more twisted puzzle  
Was the news that you joined the heavenly ones
A truth I could only genuinely solve
When I laid a wreath on your tomb
Back in your house same reflective day
I looked into your white bedside mirror
And saw you clear standing right there
Did the doctor properly lie?
Or the siren genuinely faked?
I could promise I saw you real
I saw your plain humble face
And saw your colourful breath
I saw your clear pretty smile
And saw your bona fide warmth

The holy woman in the clever mirror
Was the maiden you carefully nurtured
The woman you gently groomed
And the angel you smoothly pampered
I masticated every word you sang
Now here I am
Looking pretty
just like you

When WE both stood
In front of the MIRROR
And beheld our faces THEREIN
I realised the only part
Of the mirror that BREAKS NOT
Is true LOVE

Kiss me with the colours of your breath
And serenade me with the strings of the lyre
Let the music play my favourite note
And plunge me near the blaze of love
Where passions burn into gentle flames
Like showers of winning confetti

Your words engrave the sweetest graffiti
Upon my eager earlobe
When you smile fresh waters spill
And wild birds stand agaze
And when you touch my wanting lips
Passions revive anew

Your imperfections perfectly fit my puzzle
There is no room for a scuffle
My mind is coloured with thoughts of you
And my heart picks up the residue
Come oh come my sweet dove
Let's commit the legal crime of love

I will sit under the autumn maple tree
Where butterflies engage the  hummingbirds
I'll surely wait till you appear
To fill my warm embrace
We shall gaze into utter space
And fill it with our maze

Sapiens hiding under the popular phrase to condemn fellow sapiens
There is nothing like Ghana or Nigeria Jollof
Jollof is how you make it
And no single person's jollof taste like the other
In either jurisdictions

court rise!

I laid down motionless with memories of me
Frozen as Everest recounting the dark
Foggy lights and the brightest darkness
Shadowed the clear path of my being
Crooked the road of life I saw
Winding through the river course
The cold snow seared my open skin
In the sun my bones chilled the lowest degree
Deception threw its towel at me
I caught it with revived naivety
And wiped my sweat not knowing the test
Temptation clouded my brightest morn
I saw ahead but failed to look
Ambiguous warmth run through my blood
As I received countless unsolicited visits
One hundred times a day
From the compulsory lesson-devils of life
While I beckoned them to tarry awhile
They marched in with their next of kin
Teaching me one lesson or two
To look well whenever I see
And listen better when I hear

Never a day without me
Never a moment without my thoughts
I am drenched in me
I am my countenance
My fondest moments dwell within me
I am my architect
Carving my smiles and pruning my cries

The lady in Tech
A hero to check
She leads with zeal
A force to reveal

The lady in Tech
A sash on her neck
A victory sash
Bringing the cash

And when you have squeezed their breath
And emptied their land
When blood becomes a voice
And sculls a shaky falsetto
What remains
Rubbles
That speak to say
Where art thy subject

When the delay widens the pit
And more souls disperse
A clear heart
Is the final victor
Yet
Lost souls
Lost empire

Who can't she be?
The barrel of hope that quenches thirsts
What can't she do?
The blessed palm tree
A versatile soul
A super model touching hearts
Her feet are swift to the place of peace
And with nimble hands
She builds the world

Oh what a marvelous sight!
Seeing the woman in overall
Climbing and busying to build a mansion
Oh what a wonder!
Dragging the net to the shore with a catch
The lady with machete tilling the ground
A sight to behold at the call of harvest

Have you looked for doctors, or seasoned engineers
And not seen her?

Did you search for presidents and ministers and found her not?

Look again but look well now
She stands right by your side
She lives in you
You never knew
And a word or two she may have spoken
Shapes your character
And brings you laughter

Because she is feminine she is considered weak
Because she is a mother
They say she has no time
She is assertive but they say it's
Pride

Her honest cries are hardly noticed
Sincere lamentations left in the  dark
Her tears dry out in the open sea
They are lost in a drop, completely forgotten

If only we look deeply in the ocean
If only we look with both eyes open
We would see that crystal drop of water
The ancient mother of daughters and sons
The everlasting breast that gives us  milk

She is indeed more than the world can see
Bigger than the world shows
And more powerful than expected

She is human, a unique one
See her as such and treat her well
Harness the beauty of her passions
and save the world
Invest in her patience and see her soar

Know this
And know well
That what women can do,
Others can only try


Looking for a superhuman?
Searching for a powerhouse?
Look for that daughter or sister
Mother or auntie

Find her for a super world!

I had heard that it was said
That when you find someone
And get attached
Immediately
Or out of the forsaken blue
You meet someone else
Better, bigger, and lovelier
Wait a minute!
I met you
And all else seemed invisible
I met you
And nothing else mattered
Looking beyond your imperfections
And seeing the God kind
Looking beyond mean voices
And seeing the brightest future with you
Thank God I met you
Thank God we still bond
Never mind my tantrums and mood swings
It is the way I recharge my battery
To love, and cherish you forever
None like you
I lOVE YOU

I heard the
news
that google died
quickly googled
to find the
truth

And when strings no longer coerce the ear
And we breathe together again
When friendship no longer holds a gap
We shall embrace the morning and kiss the night once more

Sluggishly walked by the trees along the park
The day was bright and fairly windy
And the sun hid boldly under the blackish clouds
Sending visible beams across the sky
A candid spectacle  that pierced the sight
Casting copious reflections  upon motley leaves

Out of the sky heaven fell on me
Hitting softly upon my gazing forehead
Tiny sparkles of colourless drops
Dampened the picturesque natural ambiance
With signs of moisture and earth aroma

I doubled my steps to reach for cover
Close enough stood an idle hut
As I lifted my eyes to measure the gaze
I spotted a stunning heaven in the heavens
That calmed my stress and troubled steps
A flashy view of a charming rainbow
Tinted the sky in perfect orbits
Showering glitters of hope upon the seer
And bands of rays in splendiferous array

Like eyes feasting on dripping honey
It forced liquid smiles down my throat
Oh if I could catch the variegated sky
Would wrap it in linen and made it mine
And behold daily its dazzling hues

The red reminded me of scarlet cherries
Roaming the streets of North America
The orange shone like dainty tulips
Dancing in the airs of beloved Holland
And the sunset yellow smiled smart as gold
Deep within the soils of China
The green sparked like olive fruits
Hanging on magic wands in Europe's Spain
And the blue twinned along with the perfect sea blue sky
The indigo below the cute green
Dazzled on in utter amazement
And the violet brought me back home
To relish the velvet fruit of Africa

All together carefully created
Is the exquisitely coloured rainbow
Conveying a message of hope to lost souls
And love psalms to weary hearts

In the silence of the day and night
The hands of the clock
Tick and tock
In the busyness of time
You can tick it Tocking
It stops TOCKING to you when you are not listening

He came forth wrapped in gorgeous beauty
Two and zero and two and zero
Mesmerizing twos and hopeful zeros
Bearing gifts and visions of platinum and gold
Unknown to the world he had conceived three
Hope, faith, and a poisonous third
Super deadly like black bullets in a barrel
Coercing and bullying innocent hearts
It seized a zero in the blessed year
And covered itself in thorny spikes
A beauty in the lab and a monster to man
A stubborn inedible protein on earth
Forcing its way down anhydrous throats
And winding way up the wide nose tunnels
It announced its coming from the farthest east
With no vivid clue it could cross a border
It walked, jumped, and open gates
Broke fortresses and sacred citadels
Marching on like an unstoppable King
Crippling royals and murdering claws
As deadly as hurricanes and mighty tremors
It emptied streets not a soul in sight
Pelicans and parrots covered the sky
Tigers and tortoises owned asphalt
And whales and walruses had a peaceful swim

A new order of brotherly love beckoned
Friends of covid were alien to friends
And complete distancing the newest amour
Hugs and kisses looked gross as evil
The friendly salutations were fast forgotten
Coughs and sneezes were weapons of death
Deadly weapons of mass massacre
Did the pandemic register horror alone?
Shall we reminisce only of the black?
Nay! The other side of the coin remains
Evident as the cloud that covered the view
In the midst of the live tumultuous chaos
A white dove warbled a song of hope
A white flag signaled the newest dawn
The retina of nations opened widest
Streams and rivers danced in the dessert
Winter shone bright and hot as the sun
And stones became the king’s edible
Inventions never ceased in America
And innovations flooded the soils of Africa
Is this the awakening forefathers chanted?
Should we be ecstatic of the brand new day?
What shall be said of the leader today?
Did he see the summer snow?

Books have been there
Books are still there
Technology has been there
And it only gets better
But why
People speak more highly of books  
Why the hate for Tech
What if Tech came before books
Would the narrative change?
Is it the fact that book is paper?
If it is the knowledge
If it is the wisdom it exudes
Then technology is a smarter book
Flipping through pages
Checking index and markups
I do these in a click
And my palm is my shelve
Don't get it twisted
Books are still great

I always wondered
Who made the clear blue sky
And exhibited goosebumps
When the moon and stars appeared at night
The highest mountain and the deepest valley
Who made them all so perfectly?
I entered grandma’s large room
To get answers to my questions
And there she was, sleeping soundly
Breathing the morning away
I sat close to her big brown bed
Sitting and watching her beautiful face
I also wanted to ask her
Who made her pretty face?
At last she awoke, Quamin she called
As she turned and sat on the bed
Grandma it’s me Amba I said
As I struggled to sit on her bed
Granny seemed not to make us out at all
When her glasses lay idle somewhere
Oh my! she exclaimed apologetically
As she brushed her feeble hands through my hair
How may I help you my little angel?
She asked with smiling eyes
Grandma I want to know from you
Who made the world so beautifully?
She smiled at me and whispered to me
Only my small ear could hear
His name is God was what I heard
Neither once nor twice but thrice
Her words and the truth sounded so true
I smiled as though I knew this God
I told her I wanted us to visit God
So I could give him fruits and pie
She drew me closer and closer to her
with her two giant and feeble arms
And told me that God is here
I was amazed to hear this again and again
She told me God is everywhere
Omnipresent is the word she used
And mentioned other Omni words
She told me there is a creation story
And promised to tell me the story at night
While I rested in her warm embrace
I knew grandma was the best
Even more amazing is the faithful God we serve
The day and night he made on the first day
And the wide sky on the second day
On the third day he created the land and grass
The sun moon and stars came fourth
On the fifth day fishes and birds appeared
Animals and humans he made on the sixth day
He rested on the blessed seventh day
And saw that what he created was good
Oh! The charming creation story she told
Is the greatest story indeed!

We stand in awe of China's great Wall
We are thrilled  by the Statue of Liberty
We stand amazed at the Pyramid of Giza
We are mesmerized by the Eiffel Tower
All awesome, thrilling,  amazing and mesmerising

If after imagining the miraculous growth of the foetus
Or the perfect mode of the human being
If you still look at the sun rise and fall
Or the supernatural breath of life
And still believe there is neither a  superpower involved
Nor a God to stand in awe of
Then...

Dear God
I have inscribed my little beginnings upon the lines
The journey may seem long
And my vision blurred
But I know
Yes I know
That not long
I will be the same scribe
That will pen down the sweet remains of the remaining journey
In you I trust
And my testimony is sure

you embrace me under your monstera
and turn your back under the oak
while I stand agaze in the wild
I search not for the love I'll never have
I look within my inner self
and find the love I need