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Opemipo Feb 2014
Sometimes, I don't know what is the problem of my so called colleagues... There are so many issues worth tackling in the movie industry where as a movie maker u invest so much finance, time and energy and get back very little or nothing... Yet, what concerns our youths is celebrations, parties, function attendance and all... The so called movie ambassadors came up at the period of political campaign... Will this gathering still stand after they are bn used for political campaigns... That's a question that I'm sure can't b answered... D crazy aspect, s dt every name now goes first with Ambassador lagbaja or Ambassador tamedu... So crazy.... Rebranding starts from our selves... No group whatsoever, has d power to influence a corrupt, mis-managed, malfunctioning industry that needs urgent attention... I'm surprised to even find respected movie makers sleeping and putting heads in same direction... If we want to speak in one voice, I believe... There's an existing body, when d music sector got its branding and uplifted its current face to d very level its today, D's were not d measures and procedures takn.... Even in Hollywood, I have nvr heard of Ambassador Nicolas Cage, Ambassador Angelina Jolie etc... Neither in bollyhood have I heard of Ambassador Shakiru Khan or Ambassador John Abraham. What a pity..., even the newly experienced movie makers that doesn't even know what D's game is all about bear Ambassadors... I hear, there's fine for misbehaviour at events and all... Hmmmmmm, those that have sumfn upstairs, let them start thinking... Don't b used for sumfn that u will end up not benefitting and later b d glory of sum people that knows where this is going and the aim behind it.... However, if the motive is truly for d upliftment of D's great job that we all do with great passion... God help us all.... Tokunbo Awoga
This was written by my man, Tokunbo Awoga....actor, producer, event plaaner etc......nigeria movie industries......
One hundred years of sodden red sand
millions of innocents slain and condemned
brainwash the brute and send him to shoot
no more of a troop than a toy in your hand.

Pull the wool over why we send them to die
dossiers, mandates now malformed and broken.
Those who were 'chosen' to vote for the people
are payed off, promoted by power drunk creatures.

Our bubble of bliss is the last dying hope
of a stranded psychopath on a bone-laiden raft
tarnished by greed signed misdeeds
floating in streams: the blood of the past.

Hear the voice of the people unite against evil
to condemn your crimson fuel wars on the east
and like doctor to monster, quench the 'Vitai Lambarda'
fuelled by the foolish benefitting the ******.

Let the embers scorch, settle, and form a new mantle
where ideologies are transparent and righteous
and the poor of the world aren't corporate fighters
'speak up, speak up and veto the game'.
2015 will mark a century at war for the British Military.
Francie Lynch Sep 2014
The World's Times* chronicled
Crusades and Fatawas,
Jihads and Inquisitions,
Coups and Genocides.
     Such resourcefulness

The Construct.

Another Cathedral rises
In a destitute country.
     Do-able

We're told
From the leader's lips
     We'll always have the poor.

Uh huh! The poor!
That's what was said.
We can always put them to work,
And there won't always be work.
They'll need membership cards,
And birthings and burials,
Like always.

     See the pyramids along the Nile
     You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning

Another temple
Will grow from
Rice paddies;
A synagogue,
A mosque will
Cinch tiles
On the backs of peasants.

I've had enough
Laundering by recluse
Single mothers,
By crooks posing as shepherds,
And Holy Wars
     so oxymoronic
     cleanses too


Any Divines
Benefitting from
Our labour and wages;
Our drachma, denarius and shegel,
Aren't worth the worship.
Yet the lenders are good
At getting their pound.

          *Don't drop a coin
          In a wishing well,
          Pay cash for a mass
          Where they'll ring your bell.
          Choose a charity,
          There's so many,
          That need a
          Pauper's Penny.
Sounds familiar? I had to edit and re-post.
Lyrics by The Duprees (*Nile*) and Randy Bachman (*Taking Care of Business*)
Safana  Jul 2020
Palm Tree
Safana Jul 2020
A richest mother,
who let
her children suffer,
she is, a tallest
than a tallest Palm
and Dates trees,
For those
who are near,
her shadow is useless,
And those,
who are very far
benefitting massively.

It's my richest and,
a giant mother
Nigeria
chrissy who Jun 2015
You became my sun.
So easily and quickly.
You’ve always been one to light up a room,
And when this started up again,
My heart was empty space.

But even before I saw you again
You were so intense
Even if only in your mystery.

Mystery…that sounds more like the moon.
But I always kind of imagined myself as a moon
More in the background,
Coming out to play once those who shone had gone to bed,
Changing faces throughout the phases
Never able to decide who I was
Only sometimes disappearing.
The moon – always perceived as cooler and calmer,
An esoteric symbol of reflection and transition,
In a constant competition with the sun,
But with you I have changed.

You tell me I am sassier than sassafras,
An unambiguous product of the land,
And that I keep you grounded.
Does that make me your earth, my love?
Benefitting from your warmth,
You melted my ice caps when I was numb to the core.
Growing from your glow,
Your light refracts,
Illuminating,
You brought to life the parts of me that were forgotten,
Allowing the caged soul to sing.
No matter how I stand, I can feel your presence,
Even when you’re far away,
Enveloping me, encouraging me
Your heat preserved in my atmosphere,
My very aura.
With you, I have become my best self.

The attraction is tangible,
Me pulled towards you, you pulled towards me,
An everlasting orbit,
A never-ending dance.
One without the other,
Just doesn’t make sense.

You are my sun.
I might be your ground.
In any galaxy,
Any universe,
I’d want you around.

It’s funny,
How meeting someone new,
Can redefine a concept
You thought you knew.
POSSIBLE Oct 2017
Feeling gifted when given all these prolific decisions
Of not slipping into this chemical Self-driven addiction
In addition to living a life of pure good intentions
Im tempted to super ego death In each gear conscious shifting

Where is my mind>? My thoughts are drifting
Tell me what’s time…Its not existing
Instantly pivoting Revisiting visuals
Feel me guilty physical pleasures
You should never get in it

And I come out, were dying
Scarred as a lion, Id rather be high than frying
Pause Then rewind it Realize, revise, and revive it.
Life is a ***** I smack her crack her so violent

“...but its peace happiness and love...”
seek apathy and trust that were laughing up above
**** the past cuz im done dumpin smack in my blood
pump a mag full of slugs into every fact thats touched

Witness the inexplicable explained
Metaphysics could obtain
Differentiate from who’s sane
Or astral project into planes
Master new complex ways
Do not repeat what I say
As we’re acid dreaming away

Master new complex ways
Do not repeat what I say
As we’re acid dreaming away

Saved a soul that was tainted
Replaced it through new age maintenance
If being insane’s portrayed
By complacent feelings awakened
Then come and try to comprehend
This exquisite hidden language

That’s fading from every angle
being drained by the unfaithful

Hey you,

It’s a pain to witness ignorant individuals
Who are critics to whatevers benefitting to
Anything good for u or could save u…***** keen
you know what I mean?
They hold his being, let go off me, and keep ur dopamine
“Just one more time?”
No thank u I hate u
Proceed to leave these demons deeply sinking in that grave too
You lost ur mind?
I’m stable, and able
To ease into a frequent complete appreciation of changed views

Fighting under a banner of illusion
All I can contemplate is total infusion
Of mind body and soul
To raise ourselves up outta dis self-dug hell hole

come back come back
so fast I leave ya
Mirror reflecting as the acid dreamer
come back come back
sense all that synesthesia
acid dreamer
Moving past time
If he’s lacking behind
He’s doing laps in his mind
So come back come back
I want to meet ya,
acid dreamer
worked together on this and it will be further finished. Your dreams wont stop becoming real even though you aren't here as a body.
me myself i  Dec 2014
timber
me myself i Dec 2014
the trees can hide and conceal so much
with leafy branches and luscious life all around
but when the season changes
and suddenly what was so full of color
is now brown and on the ground
it makes me wonder
what makes the trees come back again
after being bare and dormant for so long?
what awakens them from their dreamy slumber?
what breathes life into their brittle branches
and makes them grow buds that blossom and bloom?
what keeps them from lashing out at those who break them?
what gives them the strength after missing the sun to decide
to restart the cycle of growth?
who dusts snow from their frozen frame and calls forth their tender buds of spring?
who recolors the leaves that grow fast and sure from there awaking branches
and makes them supple and sprightly once more?
why  do they conceal their life behind a facade of frozen death and then
slowly emerge into full on life?
why do they go through the same cycle from life until death?
why do they allow others to live off of them and yet never ask for anything in return?
why do birds poke and jab at them and yet they still allow the nests
to be created between their branches?
why do they get chopped down and burned to death when all they were doing
was benefitting our world?
how can they remain in the cycle for so long and withstand so much,
and yet it's not too much for them to handle?
how can new life form from the death of another?
how can they add a new ring every year and still look and remain
the same young tree on the outside?
how can they stand still in the same spot until death
but yet dance with the wind?

what makes the trees come back again
more like who. . .
well he’s the same man, perfect like Ken,
that created me and you.

— The End —