May and Wish
I will give you all my wonderful may,
and all of my most heartfelt wish;

your are as beautiful as flowers in the month of may
so I will grant you all your thoughtful wish;

As you strive to live a peaceful life may
God grant you all of your heart desire and wish;

As your enemies set a trap for you may
they end up in it, and their evil wish

be withheld, as you set to leave my home may,
the angels guide you on the journey you wish;

life is full of many wonderful may;
but I will rather have you pick your wish,

then asked God to bestow it upon you and may
my prayer be heard that joy be added to you wish.

I will drown your in the amazing sea of may
so they will stick to you like the fallen star sticking to wish.

this many may and wishes are not for the month of may
alone, nor are they limited like the jinn's wish;

for every season greeting that comes your way may,
they content all the good may attach with lucky wish;

may peace and good health be with you every day
and may all your wishes come through in a golden dish.

these are my precious gift to you my dear and may
they always find a home in your heart, for their in my list of wish.

Julia what a grievous injustice you did to me, a
Pariah you've create when you stole my heart; a
Messiah it's to me for it house my light Like
Jeremaiah the prophet I will lament with a

terrible sob; I will flood my cheeks with tears till my
miserable self follows sleep to the world of darkness. Oh!
Adorable Julia has flee with my merriment so no more
laughable cloud on my horizon only a memory of a

Fickle lover that stole my joy and flee within a
twinkle of an eye like the stars in the sky: what a
miracle it's she has left my soul behind I will
Buckle it up and give it to the company of my

solitude where he will reflect on past deeds and
attitude that makes other souls shook and recoil in
multitude because of the touch of evil darkness and the
magnitude of it in my empty pariah's heart and life.

You broke the law, but you did not know that;
The law too does not care if you are ignorant of it;
You have a gutter for a mouth that is offensive;
A defamation lawsuit is the soap to clean it.
My Lord, if it pleases you may I ask why
I am in the dock on my left, if am the complainant?
Counsel, warn your client; it seems he too has a
Gutter for a mouth that a court contempt can clean.
My Lord, if we are starting on the wrong foot
I beg to differ; may I withdraw the lawsuit;
Complainant, for wasting the court’s time you are
Sentence to seven hours of community service without fine.
Any complaining about the bench is a Kamikaze lawsuit
for the affairs of mankind are affairs of emotions.

A match made in heaven is when justice marries truth;
Marriage is a battle of will: conquer or be conquered;
marriage is like a school that no one ever graduates from.
So couples should carry their cross like Christ did, bravely.

Some men are good husbands, but lousy when it
Come to being a good father, like a male polar bear;
Some women are good mothers, but lousy when it
come to being a good wife, like a black-widow spider;

Every just queen knows this: her body is not hers;
It belongs to her king, who should cherish it;
Every truthful king knows this: if he rules in truth
His reign may endure and weather the storm of marriage.

This thing called marriage is fascinating and amazing;
It lets ordinary folks feel like kings and queens in their homes.

I found the door to heaven.
When I close my eyes and sleep
I see the door to heaven in my dreams;
don’t tell those that hate and the tax
collectors; they will ruin my heaven
like they ruin my home here on earth.
Last night I used the door in
my dream to enter my heaven;
I won’t let the cat out of the
bag but I came out of my heaven
and dreams with my demons exorcised
and a foolproof plan for the future.
This morning I heard a singer singing
that she was riding a Cadillac in
her dreams; well maybe she too
has found the door to her heaven
in her dream. As the saying goes,
“What works for Peter may work for
Paul.” So everyone should search for
the door to their heaven in their dreams,
for in dreams, heaven is within reach.

For you I will plough the sea
An sow waves on it, so that
Whenever you pass the sea you
Can see the waves dancing to
The tune of the wind.

For you I will trample the sea
With my feet, and the mighty
Waters will make foam, so that
Whenever you pass the sea you will
Know that I am playing with you.

For you I will make the sea
A canvas and paint it silver
At night; so that whenever you
Pass the sea at night you will
See the moon I painted on it.

For you I will fill the sea
With amazing creatures. I beget
Thee, so for you my child I will
Make the sea an amusing park
Just for you: I am Mother Nature.

I was once like a cell tower that connects a region;
But now am like an iPhone without a battery, useless.
If green means on, then nothing turns it on.
Worn out, I lie defeated in dust, thinking about help.
If I am to count on friends in troubled times,
Then I will stop at number zero, to be prudent.
Living among people these days is like being a
yam on a goat's farm that has no feed.
These days people are throwing each other under
The bus easily, only to end up under it themselves.
God! You’re the only constant help in the world;
And without you, we will all be drowning in misery.
By heaven, I tell you it is every man for
Himself these days and God for us all.

Heartbreak will slip away like water in a basket;
The end of everything is better than its beginning;
Alone we came into the world, alone we will exist;
Letting go has never been easy; ask the jilted heart.
Some people will always slip out of our life
No matter how tightly we held onto them;
Time will determine who will stay in our life and
Who will slip away like a thief in the night;
Some things are meant to be. That is why you
Slip away from all those hands, to hold mine;
I waited a lifetime for you, carrying
This heart, that beats for you only, like a drum.
Don’t slip away, don’t walk away from me; hold my
Hand and walk with me to the end of our lives’ journey.

The bittersweet taste of dishonesty has always
made men yearn for God, who is faithful.
Words, names, and laws are the ingredient that
Made life amazing and great, that is why the
Words we trust in are those of almighty God.
The name we trust in is that of God,
And the laws we trust in are those of God too.
Simply put, “IN GOD WE TRUST.”
Defeat is not in our province, nor is our hope going to
Be extinguished; because our God can be trusted.

Our heart will not jolt a bit if brute
Force is borne upon us, for sticks and
Stones may break our bones but not
Our spirit, which is free of mortal law.
The nation will be subdued under the souls that
Do not trust in mortal men and their whims.
The people will be subdued under the soul that
Trusts in God and is not afraid to say it.
The pursuit of happiness for the spirit of men
Is closed circuit (alive) when we trust in God.

Whenever something bad happens to a good man
There is something he could do, trust in God;
For there is always a silver lining to every cloud.
There is an original sin for men to contend with,
But there is a promise also for those who trust.
Just like there is a Christ for those who believe.
Men of destiny will always look up to the heavens
When they’re seeking the path of trust and wisdom.
As for us who trust in God we will be as
high as the sky and as deep as the ocean.

You never wanted anyone for
Yourself, so you jumped from
One relationship to another
like Asian carp in a lake.
You never bothered about who was
In your bed, provided you had
Pleasure, with no strings attached.
You never thought love and
Companionship; their concomitant is the
Killer of spinsterhood and bachelorhood.
You fought hard against love
And pleasure but you knew
You were fighting a lost cause
just like a sailor fighting
the weather at sea.
The heart wants him,
And is fond of him,
And is set on matrimony.
The heart wants what the
Heart wants; it won’t rest
Till it wins.

Story of my life. My relationship with my bed is awesome I can afford to miss it, but my relationship with water is bordering on obsession I can't afford to miss it.

For the 10th time, heartbreak is not a disaster: is heartbreak; disaster is when dear old poverty or nature comes into your life.

Dark clouds at night a
flash of lightning appears and
reveals heaven's stair

The dust of our creation is from Africa;
The place of our creation is Africa;
The blood beneath our skin has a rhythm.
The bond between our bones and Africa is forever.
Some people shout for queens and country,
While others shout for land and blood.
But we will trample the earth and raise its dust
As we march for the glory of Africa.
Africa produces the dust of our creation.
The dust, that makes the baobab tree lives forever
Africa produces the dust of our creation.
The dust, that produces the finest diamonds and gold.
The dust of our creation is from Africa,
That continent that is like the Garden of God: Eden

After a drizzle
the concave leaf turns pitcher,
for tiny killdeer

At forty-four years old you’re as graceful as a palm tree;
Grapes, with their lushness, have nothing on your lush body;
A thousand faces light up at the sight of your smile;
Roses for smell, apples for taste, and your touch
Brings warmth. The cosmic rays are dim and lifeless
But the colors in your eyes are bright and alive.
Your neck is like Trajan’s victory column, long,
Elegant and beautiful with the carvings around it
Mona Lisa is pleasing to the eyes, yet mine long
For the viral grace of your ***** and mature curves;
Diamonds with all their glory are not as tempting as you,
with your gray, enchanting hair and laughter lines.
My love is round and plump at four and forty
Years old, with ******* that refuse to sag with age.

I may not have the rivers of Babylon,
To sit beside them and weep when I
Remember you, my dear mother;
But may I too never be able to
Write poems or recite them again
If I do not remember you,
If I do not think of you as
My greatest joy!

It is summer season
When the wind runs about wailing
For it's carrying heat

As I lie awake listening to the rain and wind
Playing music on my roof, the melody is as
Enchanting as a siren song.

I imagine the sky is blue. The trees are dancing
And waving their leaves while the rain-maker
cheers them on with lightning and thunder.

In the rainy season, my roof and the road to my
House will have a shower: they will look as clean
As the cloud that wanders aimlessly on a sunny day.

I can smell the season in the air as the rains pours
Down; what a delightful smell. It fills my heart with
Joy like the sea is filled with water.

I too must join the trees in their rain dance, for
This season is the season of life and wildflowers.

Your smile is like the scent
of a wildflower; you give
it generously and graciously to all;

like a flower you wear beauty
Marvelously; that is why designers
made you their abode;

the bees (journalist) and beetles (fans) of the
concrete jungle love your sweet nature,
which is like that of a flower;

that is why your name is
on their lips and they chase
you wherever you go.

You are the most gorgeous flower
with the most captivating blush
and beautiful stalk;

you make the world blissful by
allowing our eyes to drink your
beauty till we stagger drunk with it.

By Jove! Everything about you is
wild, charming, and down to earth,
like a wildflower in the spring.

Come to Jimeta, the city ruled by Lamidos’
Dynasty, whose dynasty ruled in peace.
Come to the city where the rivers
Flow with the finest groundnuts oil,
Where the streams are overflowing
With cow’s milk and the sweetest honey,
Where the sun sets behind the hills,
Where the underground streams gush out nono.
You that love beauty, have you seen the colorful
Eyes of the women of Jimeta?
They’re as beautiful as caramel.
You that love strength, have you seen our sons?
They’re as proud as the hills around Jimeta.
Come with me to Jimeta, my fair lady, come to
The beautiful sunshine city, a land loved by Jimetans.

A for Austerity, P for Poverty,
R for Recession, and U for Unemployment.
Recession is in town with her three

Un-amusing friends, whose hands are always
on their lips; and wherever the gang goes
they take away the fun from that place;

tinny Tanana biko biko! Whose car is
unemployment going to take away, to
make him use his leg-dis benz?

Eeny Meeny Miney mo! Whose house is poverty
going to crash in, and undo a
lifetime’s work in a matter of weeks?

tinny Tanana, biko biko! What will austerity
sell to the state? Is it a string for
the ministers to tighten the state purse?

Hear! Hear! Recession is in town. Bad
policies invited her with her three friends
to party and paint the town gray;

shame on the leaders on whose watch the
doors of the state were opened to recession
and her three friends; their ears will

be filled with the wailing and insults of the
populace, like the cry of a widow, whose
only son has passed away, fills the house.

There is always calmness before the storm hits, as
There must be an egg before there is a chicken;
Your silence is pregnant with a calmness that
Chills my bones and makes my heart beat wildly.

I have always found peace in your raving, more
Especially those you claim are killing you slowly;
Give me your raving so that my heart will be
At peace; this calm silence is killing me slowly.

I am conceived by a woman and brought up by
A woman, then given to another woman in marriage
To be loved: so I won’t deny knowing that hell
Hath no fury like a woman’s scorned.

You’re another woman’s baby, but now you’re my babe.
I can’t give you up for the whole world, neither can
I withstand any storm from you: my tongue sticks to
The dry roof of my mouth and words have deserted me like
Morning mist. I fear the calmness before your storm.

Simple things for simple people;
they live a simple life,
marry a simple wife and

have simple children and
leave a simple history for
the world, upon their death.

They stumble on a beautiful
today and trip on a wonderful
tomorrow; and prosper always.

They live out their lives
in peace and die quietly
without suffering and at ease.

They are like the rising
and setting of the sun
that comes and goes quietly.

They are the envy of
everyone that knows struggle,
war or pain: this I know.