it's sad to think you've fallen for his pretty face, and the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he keeps you up for days... it's sad to know he doesn't really care, and all of this was just a show because he's run by softwares. it's hard to wake up and face the reality that he never once existed and was only brought to life by mere imaginations and thanks to you, you've been keeping him alive.

it's sad to hear him say, "thanks for playing!" when he's your only escape amidst your tiresome journey through life.

They sodomise my eyes
Penetrating ill content
Sickening imagery—cauterise an African man’s pride
Categorize me in a dark corner of their globe

How so the world spins
But we are to turn our eyes the other way
If not forced to conform to their ways, their ways confirm
We’re shunned from their perfect world

They created diseases to charge their victims of a cure
Stole the wealth of our land, to sell an end product labelled new
If only we knew the threat we pose, as they’ve always known
Placing bonds of pricey chains of, “hey I’ve got the latest iPhone”
Leading us to scorn our own kind; a few softwares behind,
“eek, your version is so old”

****** virgins/versions;
Non experienced in their translation of purpose
If said the future is only possible if we all connect
I guess we’re the ones always out of service
To conform to your ways to guarantee your service
—Are we your servants
Carrying the destruction of your wars like surrogates

To the outer world
That believes I still live outside
Fascinated whenever I see a white
Those of my whites from Africa somewhat more relatable
To my struggles, than an African American
Supposedly my brother from another mother

No, no, my dearest brother, you have Africa in title
But not inside of you. We weren’t taught by the same mother
We didn’t go through the same hardships
We’re more like distant cousins
Who only seem to relate by our skin colours
Even though you’d see me as different,
Though being much darker

To the outer world; altering my nation to your outer works
                  I’m sorry, but I can’t live in your perfect world

Fiction is such a welcome lie
Under an indifferent sky
Pictures are soaking up the night
Put up some omnipresent light
Not unlike describing colors
Not seeing further anymore
As Time without interruption
Pulls new days back into action

People are the last of their kind
Raise some incoherent hivemind
Mouses all runing down the maze
Moved on by an insolent blaze
There is a place above nothing
Where one could outdo anything
Mountains around just got steeper
Pick at the contextual blur

Fortune seeks only the living
Pulling some omnipotent string
No other task ever given
Courses of fate interwoven
Guiding stray fish out of the sea
An unconscious conspiracy
In disingenuous fanfares
Lets you remember something cares

We've seen it all and we're livid
The illusion is so vivid
Beneath  inconsiderate stares
Through such superior softwares
Almighty, calm and innocent
The world always gets its consent
In due blissful incompetence
Adrift yet always on the fence

Amid evermoving edges
In fantasy and in pages
Looking for a new way to find
Another path to nevermind
We call for the puppet master
And Time couldn't go on faster
On teaching us to get a clue
That nothing else that it is true

The tolerance has grown stronger
We could go on for much longer
Through an antidepressant screen
Reliving the anthropocene
Keep on rekindling the fire
Find the end of the quagmire
Drowning existential distress
Alone with anybody's guess

You came, saw and conquered
I'll tell your story to the world
One of our greatest Ambassador
How did you even survive?
While putting Nigeria on the world map?
This is the story the Ajala, The Globetrotter

Life in itself is a journey
At one time in our soujourn
We have been caught by your bug
I'm sorry if you are of the indomie generation
We all, at some point have cauht it
The Ajalabug, amplied by Chief Commander Ebenezer Obey

Mashood Olabisi Ajala
Rest well with your ancestors
We have not stopped our "Ajala"
That makes you larger than life
Evergreen in our mind and soul
But "Sha", you can pedal for Africa
40 countries, 9 months, 30,000 miles
Give it up to a man of the people

In your soujourn you met principalities and powers
Men and women of timber and iroko
Penned great memoirs first hand
You browsed different inter-continental softwares
And deposited droplets of yourself
And insignia of a world citizen
Then landed "White Witch Doctor" by Fox
All, for the love of Ajala

Did you actually meant to end it
When you mounted that 80 footed mast?
Faraway in God's own country
Or was it just a ruse; "a lamber?"
Thank God you were deported to England
Not to your nation, so rich, so poor
That you may continue your escapades
And your name linger forever

As a man of ink and paper
You inspired my generation
Hence I wanted to appreciate you specially
Your feat, none in this generation has surpassed
Lest they gas out before they start out
You were even imprisoned
In faraway whiteman's land
But it never supressed your zest
Today and forever, "Ajala still travels all over the world"
Wait, aren't we all "Ajala?"

Welcome to the future
We are the millenials
In search of greener pastures
They abandon our virile sistos
Who didn't sign any oath of celibacy
Aren't they parking their cars at owners' risk?

They have high libidos
With memerizing lyrical contents
They undress your softwares
And hibernate in their holy temple
Helping you clean your playhead
While you journey around like "Ajala"

Is it food? Yes, it is
Without which we are incomplete
When your better half craves intimacy
And finds solace in the hands of a jobless dude
The result, a cracking fireworks
Stop destroring your homes

I just hope yours is yours
For their mind is deeply deep
Before you sue for DNA
Where did the crack emanate from?
Have a meeting with yourself
And stop parking at owners risk

Even Animals defend their territories
They mark them by being the King
Are you the King of your clan?
A woman has ****** needs
And these needs should be met
Don't **** the fire in that Damsel
For you, she gave up her everything
Her life...

At the mention of DNA test
Some softwares trip
Cool child runs within them
None is ever sure of a firing
Afterall, sharp shooters still miss fire
If you aren't afraid of scans
To determine our child's sexuality
What is the ruse about DNA test?

Not all women are infidels
There are evil practitioners
Intentionally they swap babies
Like guys swap girlfriends
What makes you so sure
That you are your father's  child
This table is not only shaking
I hope to break the legs

When my ***** travels through the epididymis
Direct into the vas deferens
From the seminiferous tubules
Am I even sure it is *****?
It could be mere "Ogi"
How do you impregnate a software?
While you are plagued with erectile dysfunction?
Ladies beware, impotent men abound

Wait, don't go nowhere
"I never finish with you"
When your arteries are plagued
You can never "Do The Do"
It is called atherosclerosis
*** is intended for pleasure
And for procreation my friend
Don't be called Daddy by another's child
Let us all seek full medical check up

When married women slay
They turn real side chicks
Especially the married but single
Even Solomon in his prime
Cannot match their ******
They drive in their cars
And just flash you twice
If you can decipher the code
"You go just dey clean the playhead"
While real Oga hussles for the family

No time to check time
One month after birth
Conduct proper DNA test
Let us settle this thing once
But be sure of your generator of generations
That it is working in full capacity
To avoid stories that touches the heart
Don't say i didn't warn you

That goodbye *** with your ex
The night vigils with loud loans
With "Ekwueme" at the background
The client you shagged for the cheque
The MD you seduced for that account
The "thing" might have entered
Don't give it to another man
It is pure evil
A day of reckoning looms

Terrible days are here
The devil was once a saint
If you already said "Yes"
Please honour your vows
Infidelity is now a norm
Moral decadence on both sides
Married women are now real side babes
Behind that beauty may be a Delilah

If you ever discover the smoke screen
Please be magnanimous...
Your escapades with your colleagues
Your secretaries and personal assistants
Your time-out with church and mosque workers
Your sins might have visited
This time, though your wife
Whatever you sow, you reap
Karma is very real

With the rapid wave of technology
DNA will soon be like BVN
Just like the XYZ test in government hospitals
It will be made compulsory
And help us demystify this mystery
But if you are very sure
That your father is your father
Am I really sure?
That my child is child?
DNA Test, are you sure you are the Daddy?

In the midst of company
We will be sitting
Half listening half talking
Not concentrating
Not giving it our all

We want to give the most
Utmost attention to devices
Devices that give us joy
While stealing our humanity
Stealing our reality
Replacing it with fake
A fake we immediately embrace
Making it our reality

We are busy creating
Versions of ourselves
Personas created in devices
Behind camera lenses
Infront of photo softwares
Through internet connections

Without our devices
We barely survive
We are addicted
Without knowledge
Of our deep rooted addiction

We are dependent
Not just on power
But power in our hands
Giving us ability
To be anything
To be everything
Everything we are not
Slowly losing ourselves
To a life of want and need

Needing that fix
Infront of a bright screen
Like morning coffee
We open our eyes to screens
Like a nightly novena
We close our eyes to screens