#osahenoma
Let me paint a picture not of what is, but what must be.
A Nigeria where every soul breathes with dignity.
I love this land of legends and great history,
With great culture and colourful stories.
From Benue harvest to Lagos light,
Nigeria is magic when she gets it right.
We want more than survival.
We want a place where justice flow like endless river.
A country where you don't need to win with connection,
Where tribal marks are not tickets to rejection.
Where jobs meet effort, not bribery or class,
Where every child can rise, regardless of their past.
We want hospitals that heal, not delay,
Roads that don’t turn journeys into dismay.
We want police that protect, not oppress,
And leaders that serve the people with transparency.
The Nigeria we want is not a myth.
It starts with truth, with you, with me.
We must build her with sweat, not just wish,
Till justice flows and every soul is free.
This green and white is more than flag—it’s flame.
Let’s build the Nigeria that honours her name.
Know this: Nigeria needs the government, the people, you and I to grow.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
In the new world of books,
Where the hungry mind's meal is cooked.
Laid ancient artifacts.
Golden treasure that the unborn yearn to behold.
This treasure caught my busy sight,
Which hungers for root of the rare gem.
My legs drove me here like a fast bike.
It covers 5 meters in a second,
Just to take a glimpse this diamond.
A mountain of books.
An ocean of map, a guide to today's writers.
Their quills had dried up long ago,
Yet their words still drip ink on our tongues.
Scrolls of Aristotle and Shakespeare won war.
The war against time that makes things lost.
Your words are not trend that are visitors.
But your ink is like the earth that never stop.
Your ink shine as though made now.
I use your ink in writing this scroll.
Ink men of today still drip your ink on their scroll.
Will our ink still shine if time tests the scroll?
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
"You are neither here nor there,
How can you be successful?"—a voice in the air.
It muttered once, but I heard it thrice,
A haunting echo, not so nice.
I reflect deep—could this be me?
Is it instinct or a mind not free?
Am I imagining things in vain?
But he is right, and I feel the strain.
Jack of all trade and master of none,
But one who masters will inspire someone.
Too many tasks leave all half done,
While one at a time brings work well spun.
All in one is same as nothing,
But one in one births everything.
I do not write this to condemn,
You can succeed with more than ten.
But purpose and vision must lead the way,
Without them, you’re a leaf that sways.
A man without vision is like a trash,
Waved by the wind in a reckless dash.
I’m glad I’ve found my voice at last,
Through Poetry, wisdom shall be cast.
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
Osaro is in iron prison,
Drowning in deep river of pain,
Seeking for an escape route,
None found.
Can't speak.
But painfully cries at heart,
Thinking of the glue joining him to hot ***
His sugar cause him this bitter moment.
His joy makes him cry all day.
He gives her milk.
She demands for honey,
Directly from bee,
Good for her system.
He gives her honey.
She demands for sugar,
Sweeter than honey.
Sugary river expands love,
So her love will flow like sweet river.
He gives her sugar.
"No," she says,
She wants the provisions of fruits, juice and food,
So she can be a leaf.
He makes these ready.
She then demands for mansion,
Containing meal and fun.
That will suffice her.
He bond himself (in debt),
And hands her the key
To her mansion,
Beautiful like the garden of Eden.
She says, "No! Why will I be among the least?
I want an estate,
Not small,
But vaster than an empire."
He bonds himself,
Sells his siblings,
Robs,
And sells all his acquaintances.
And buys an estate for her.
Still yet, she envies,
Jealous all day.
Listens to air.
Sees the world (on Instagram).
Though among the top,
She wants to be the very top.
She then demands for the whole world.
Perplexed and Overwhelmed.
Frustrated and swimming in a pool of thought.
Osaro doesn't know what to do.
He is now a bondman.
He gained nothing in all,
And he had lost all.
All works on woman.
No reward, no profit.
His loss is her gain.
In frustration, he brings out a knife,
And hands it to his delight:
"Since I can't satisfy you,
I present my head
As a living sacrifice.
Take it,
And have the whole world."
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC