Tip of the hat in recognition
To all devoted women and mothers,
Your love, care,strength, and devotion
Knows no bound like earth's weather

Like the morning star you shine
And lit the path to life;
Like a great messiah you fine
Rest for the family you have.

The laughter of your children always
Excite you and fills you with joy.
Through thick and thing you always
Stick around to show your love;

You're an embodiment of life greatest gift;
For you're twenty persons in one for us:
You're a teacher and a great therapist,
You're a doctor and a great nurse ,

You're a achef and a great baker
You're a driver and a great instructor
You're a daughter and great mother
You're a guardian and a great protector

You're a supporter and great superwoman
You're a queen and a great matriarch
You're a home maker and a great career woman
You're an archetype of motherhood and matriarch.

Whoever said: "Jack of all trade master
Of none" has never met you, in your home;
Like the great Elephant matriarch You master
The best skills and route of motherhood.

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.

There once was a girl who was sad
she wear what is black so to hide
when summer is here the dress,
it calls heat that drenches
these cloth in summer will have her mad.

Dear black Santa claus I have some wish
It is not as many as the hair on
your head as a matter of fact the wish
is about hair, you see my friend Malik has turn

nineteen last summer and up to now his face
is as smooth as a baby **** without a lick
of hair, Oh! black santa in your next phase
of trip and among your commodity of hair send malik

a beard, so that he won't be in despair
not that that is any business of mine and
please dear black Santa claus don't show this letter
to Saint Nicholas your counterpart with the white beard

I don't want him to accidentally send Malik a white
beard because that will freak him out.

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

Last night while teaching my niece
I told her "She is not paying
Attention", she said "she is",

and that she just paid it fifteen
Naira. By jove! the serious look on her
cute face while saying this had me laughing.

children given birth to these days are
as smart as a beautiful smartphone
and she only 3, last December

While waiting for your date, you brought
Out your car key, then wipe it on your shirt
Sleeve and begin to pick your ears with it.
I shook my head.
Done with picking your ears clean with your
Key, you used your handkerchief to clean
The key, then put it back in your pocket.
I kept staring at you.
Our body left to itself is in constant motion;
So you blinked, scratched your chin, and shifted from
One buttock to another: on the chair outside the cafe.
I smiled at you.
Done with the motion, you looked around you
To see if someone was watching you; satisfied
That no one was, you started picking your nose.
I peeked at you from behind my book.
When you realized what you were doing and
Where you were doing it, you quickly removed your
Finger from your nose and straighten your tie.
I shook my head.
After a while, you began observing your
Nails; before you know it you have started
Biting off your nails, one after the other.
I kept staring at you.
As you put the finger that you used to pick
Your nose with into your mouth, realization
Dawned on you. Quickly you removed it.
I smiled at you.
You spite air three times while cleaning
Your tongue inside your mouth. Using your hands
You covered your mouth and nose, and then breathed into them.
I kept peeking at you from behind my book.
Your date arrived and gave you a peck on your check.
I, your observer, sitting two tables across from you,
Took a sip of my tea then stood up and left: thinking cats
Are not the only animals that groom themselves publicly.

Go into town, call every Tom, Harry, and Nick
tell them to wear green and come out quick
today is saint Patrick's day
no chasing leprechaun today.
Only drowning shamrock in beer like we'e freak

I am who I am and that is
All I want to be "Me." I
May not be as majestic as a lion or
Walk as gracefully as one or
Have a roar like one, but that is
Ok, for I know who I am and what
I am worth -I am a child of grace and
Although I am not the first of my kind nor the last of
My kind yet I am one of a kind"My thumb print say so"

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 was an old woman name Sarah that
her future was in shamble, that we thought
but God who has created
her, use her for great deed.
this woman gave birth to, nation of might

There was once a rich youth who was a chief
officer, he squander his dough on drugs for cough
the chief now is not fine
the virus in him is immune
which made his handkerchief always filled with cough

My soul is almost drowning
In the flood of my
Depression; wave after wave of

It rolls over my soul.
I was just about to give
Up on life. I was just like

Water spilled on the ground that
Couldn’t be gathered again. Then
I felt your presence in

The quiet breeze of the
Night, It was like a soft
Whisper that calms a wild horse.

Now every morning I long
For the quiet nights with
The gentle breeze and soft

Whispers in the winds that
Give my soul hope about life
And anchor it to earth.

You happen to be one of the best
Things that she has wanted out
Of life and now that she could not
Have you it hurt like never before yet

She could not believe that she held
Her dream once, she held it in her hand
Yet she let go of it, trying to chase the Wind;
She took everything she had for granted and

Now that it is all gone, bittersweet memories
And a broken heart is all that she has.
She didn’t know what she had until it was
Gone. These days she misses the way he opens,

Up to her with just a touch like those sunflowers
In Andy’s backyard, that are planted in rows
and opens up to the sun, at sunrise. What is
left for her is to try to get back her old dreams.

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.

A clear still pond will
always reflect faces because
it's nature's mirror.

Meet Jane, she squanders her life chasing love
Now everyone thinks she squanders her life
On sweet nothing but
By Jove! what a thing she has experienced in her lifetime:
Only God knows;
Yet they thought she squander her life on sweet nothing

Meet John he lives his life struggling
Now everyone thinks he is in love with struggles,
But is life not full of struggles.
O! What a thing he has seen in his lifetime,
Because he struggled with it, yet they though
He squanders his life searching for fool’s gold
And empty dreams.

Meet Jack he spends his time drinking and partying
Now everyone thinks he squanders his life having fun.
Hmm! All work and no play make Jack a dull boy and this
Dull Jack has the hounds of hell on his heels when he is
Sober, they had no idea what he was going through;
Yet they thought he squander his entire life
Being miserable and drunk all the time.

Meet Matt he works all his life to earn a living
And everyone thought he squander his life working,
Ah! Is not more work the reward for hard-work and
No one cares that he has promises to keep and places to
Be, yet they thought he squanders his entire life working
And may end an old lonely fellow.

Meet Abby she squanders most of her livelihood on fashion and
Material things and everyone thought she squanders her livelihood on useless things.
Oy! Some things have to give, that’s the way it has been but
No one cares she had a craving to satisfy and insecurities to hide
With cloth that glitters, yet thought she squanders her life on material things; so that she could be the center of attention.  

Let them think all they like. Let them say whatever they think of
We all have our crosses to carry, our insecurities and habit, and promises to deal with.
Life is meant to be squandered on something whether it's on a noble deed or a selfish act?
Life is meant to be squandered on something whether it's on a
Meaningless or meaningful Things?  
Life is meant to be squandered on our wishes and whips and
We have seconds of it to squander,
We have minutes of it to squander,
We have hours of it to squander,
We have days off it squanders,
We have weeks of it to squander,
We have years of it to squander,
We have a lifetime of it to squander till we are no more,
Till we return to the very dust that we are created out of.

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.

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.

This spring I learn something new
I wanted to share it with just a few
Folks here; then I realized to spew
It out without rhyme is not poetic: true.
If you're still reading this and you
Are not bored by it. Wink wink. The pursuit
Of happiness, start with one or two
Smiles a day: this is called baby steps progress.
That’s what I learn you probably knew it too.

The sound that the rain
makes while beating on my roof
lullaby to me

In monsoon period
the gray clouds release a lot
flooding the riverbeds.

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.

Zeus is a man who has been around for long
in his long life he has heard the siren song
the song that make men
jump overboard into the ocean
he said it's an echo of "help! help!" for long

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.

My little son plays football in a little league
his coordination is of a new born foal, his colleagues
on is almost the same as his
yet they score a lot of goals
This amazing feat I never see in any league.

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!

Friday the 1st of August,2019 started with a
Little drizzle of rain but by one o'clock pm
Of that day -huge sheet of rain was falling
On everything in my sight, this
Droplets as little as they are, began to increase
In number and in no time began to carry everything
Not tied to the ground those tied down, they destroy
And carry the pieces, I could have sworn I heard their voice
Until the lapping of water drowns the voices.
Giving orders to each other as they go on doing what they do best
Under the sky finding their way back home to the ocean,
Sea or river of their choice. This August visitors have
Taking many lives and things worth millions in less than 24 hours.

After the ill fortune her humble father manage
To make it -self made millioner at his old age
The turn of fortune in their life meanss she's fortunate;
But her friends said the fortune came a little late,
For she still wore the old rage that she own
and hang out with the same friends she had fun.
God knows that the only constant thing on earth
is change and yet it's always hard to accept.
Her beautiful smile and humble beginning she still carry
and won't let fortune change what she love in a hurry.

There was a man a bit boring most times
who found a magic word that open boxes;
he thought it was fun
to opening any box untill
the magic word "please" open the pandora's box.

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.

If I have not wronged someone today I will not have told
Him that our ability to be able to forgive is what made us
the most compassionate beings alive to ever walked
The earth, like how our ability to forget also made us humans

If I knew someone that I like that keeps meeting disappointment
With every turn of events in life will it not be alright to cry a river
On his behalf, the moment such a thing happens and to comfort
Him with kind and loving words that could do amazing wonder

For his broken spirit by lifting it up and enabling it to be free
As free as the North wind that brings colder weather to Irving,
Or as free as the air that we breathe without paying any fee.
If not for circumstances beyond me I will have not done a thing

For wrong, for forgiveness, for compassion, for forgetting,
For disappointment, for events, for comfort, or for loving

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

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.

It is human nature to doubt everything;
It is human nature to feel with the senses before belief.
The creator knew this, hence children resemble their parents
In look and character, to eliminate doubt and establish belief.
It is natural to abuse the body for praise and glory;
It is natural to cut the body for beautification.
The creator knew this; that’s why some body parts regenerate; while
Some he made important that we feel the need to protect.
It is natural to like and desire beautiful things,
It is human nature to be greedy and cruel;
The creator knew that, so he removed desire and strength
In old age, so that humans could find rest from their nature.
The creator knows his creation, so he put checks and
Balances in place to give his creation peace of mind.

Some superiors know how to hold a grudge,
That only death could pry them away from it;
Some colleague are inexperience in every aspect
Of their work, but well verse in treachery and groveling;

Some customers know how to transfer their aggression
And run out of patience at the sight of frown;
So we overwork nonentity most remove our crown
And put a barrier against these office hurricane for protection;

We most tell ourselves little-lies everyday that we're strong,
For this little make belief is our safety at work;
Like we hope for heaven we hope today won't
be as bad as tomorrow and our joy to be long

Last night I was about to take a stroll with my three years
Old niece before we set out she said "Hold my hand"
Rising her little arm to me to take hold of it, before I
Did that I said "What is the magic word" she then said
"Please hold my hand" I smiled at her and took hold of her
Little arm in my strong hand and we left our quiet
Estate and head for the main road into town;
As we walk slowly my thought kept going back to what
She said "Hold my hand" as we near the
End of our journey we came across a woman that
Had two children with her, she piggyback
One and said to the other one "give me you hand"
Like a blind man that sees the light for the first time it
Dawn on me that as I stroll with my nice that I was watching out for
My nice all time for I had made sure she has not stumble or fall, her
Young leg did most of the work yet it was my hand that keep
Her safe and in this single moment like a flash of lighting
Across the sky it cross my mind that I too
Need God to hold my hand as I journey through life, in that moment I
Did one thing - I look up to the heaven and said "Lord please hold my hand."

Come close to me son
and have a seat beside
me I have something

important to tell you "Fred"
about living with a wife.
My dear son as a married

man, you will find yourself
in some tight situations just
like I and some men have

find ourselves in more tight
places than an old shepherd's
right arm, when this happens don't

forget this advice and words
"a happy wife means a happy life"
so strive for thy wife's happiness.

Last night I cried myself to sleep and I
A man with many winter seasons under my belt;
When I thought of losses and gains of my life
Am thankful for the peace in me my soul felt

I have worn beautiful cloth, in style and color
but none fit my muscles/swine perfectly than my skin;
and I have worn some pretty amazing and cool
shoes yet the soles of my feet feel more comforting

I have not a luxury of a cushion at all times
but my buttock always provide the comfort I need;
and in this life, I know what it means to
suckle a breast either for pleasure or feed

So am grateful for everything that I have
and for every year that I am alive.

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

I miss you more than u know my dear friend
I remember you more than any body care to know;
I am mad at you more than you ever know for leaving.
I also know your father and mother miss you more than
I, we have all been crying since your passing away
I don't know why God allow death to rob us of you, but
I now understood that death will be the ruin of everyone including
I -by taking away all the good people that we love most.
I feel the pain of your death more deeply because
I felt you were a goodman with a great career and
I knew you would had Made a difference.
I had wish you had more time on earth like Methuselah had and
I do hope you make it to heaven so you can tell my mother that
I miss her a lot as you both walk in the city of light.

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.

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.

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

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.

It all started when my retired
but not tired old dear father
moved to a nice new neighbourhood,

with only sleep and the weather
to worry about and still feeling
young at heart my sexagenarian father

refused to be turn into "fiddling"
his word, while he's the figure
head of the house. So to gardening

he took, showing he was a rear
breed -old school, for two years he tiol
in his garden making it a rear

success with little harvested of small
fruit, herb, flowers, vegetables and tomatoes.
Everything change one morning in April

A neighbour's **** and two hens
with their chicks turn his garden
into a free buffet eating his plants

with vengeance of a thirst man
in desert that found a stream.
Dad took to using little stone

and stick to try and chase them
away by waving it and making
shoo! sounds the hens who seem

to value their chicks life started staying
away. but it was not so with
the white rooster he was having

None of it to ire my old father
more every morning and at least twice
daily he stand and crow louder

at my dads window and only his.
Being old and full of sleep
this annoyed him, his cosy nice

cat naps was intrude upon, the relationship
between the one feet cantankerous rooster
and father took a dive. To rip

off the **** head and feather
was my father first thought but
we plead that he report the rooster

to it owner, he trace the white
**** owner's house five house away
and found out his kin own it.

we never knew why but up to today
He never reported the **** his
owner, while it got more bold everyday

with it antic. New year's day becomes
what father loved to see more
than any day; for he thinks

the fat cantankerous, son of the air,
in our dialect it translate to a *******;
(he restore to calling names) will be no more

because of the drama unfolding we had
a new year vision for "Bob"
the white feather and red head

rooster.Low and behold cantankerous bob
saw the new year's day in
the usual antic befitting only bob
by coming to my dad window to crow

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.

Are we there yet when everything
we know turns upside down like
it did during Noah's time? No!, but
global warming is taking us there.

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.

There was once a wealthy man who was a *****
that loves to play games which are cruel and sick
he did that with impunity for
many years without thought of fear
until the "Me too" movement put him in the nick