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.

All good things come to an En
I love poetry so much
and she too loves me
despite our age difference. Poetry
sometimes speak to me in

colorful sweet words and sometimes
in sad words but most times
her words to me are humours
and sensual, no matter what

words she used to speak
to me, I will always
cherish her because she has
always been good to me

by helping me express myself more
clearly, I will miss her
when what we have comes
to an end which it will

for all good things end
just like dawn follows dust
every day without failing so
what we have most end one day

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.

She took a step back in life, but I guess
you can tell from the weariness she wear
and from the strain lines her brow bear
which her eyes tried to hide: without success
for the shadow beneath them- a gift from sleepless
night and restless thought that always appear
tireless and make her heart sag with despair;
and all this brought upon by a single mess:
from which she has now learn that loyalty
comes an awful second behind self interest and
a bird in hand is worth more than twenty
on a tree.She has taken a step back in life and
had she trust men she would've been in a pretty
hot soup instead of looking forward to a step forward.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

it is the season
that wind move stirring dust and
cold and making noise.

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

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

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

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

A gust of wind sails
by it rattles my home and
uproot trees in rage.

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

The book of life is
Made with stone tablet on it
is Ten commandment

The sun tans the skin
into beautiful brown color
and adds natural glow.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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"

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

I will alway remember you, your
that girl next door with
the dimples and most beautiful

smile that I have ever
seen on any pretty mouth.
I remember vividly that faithful

day like yesterday when I declare
"I love you", you laugh with both
hands covering your mouth and a delightful

sound filled my ears and the air.
before you finished laughing beneath
the beautiful stars, that wonderful

night I knew from that moment and hour
that; for you I would move the earth
and stars to spell your name in full.

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.

In my time of need, you thoughtless
Of me and did less to help, regardless
Of the things I did for you when you
Were down when life got the best of you.

With no one else left to help me I turn
To my creator as a last recourse then
He heard my cry in the night and like a mighty
Warrior with a shepherd's staff, he rescued me that

Night. Since then I have been secure and never
Want for a thing and I feel loved forever;
Because he shelters me from harm and reckless
People that just don't care and are heartless.

Here you are today on my doorstep hurt
And in need, I thought of the past and it hurt,
I just could not help you this time, thus
When I started to close my door

My conscience got the best of me and
I gave in to it and let you in and did
Not let you down either; because I will rather
help and be hurt than not help again.

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.

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.

Life the one thing we all have
In common both the rich and poor,
Fools and kings, queen and ******.It
End is the most cruelest thing—death

there once was a tall nosey stargazer name Alexander
who love the night sky and love to stare
at it -one night while staring
he saw a bright star falling
he imagine reporting the ******, pushing off the falling star.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Of all the words in the word
I have one that I love above all
and it has nothing to do with it

ambiguous nature or it exquisite sound
but rather it profound meaning and it simple
ability to mean much and say a lot.

It moves me to tears every time I heard
it for I always "Longed" for someone and feel
it deeply. Like I always long for the almighty

God, my mother, and friends that passed
away daily. what make the word beautiful
is it comes from the soul and the heart;

The word "long" is my favourite word.
because a schoolgirl-Crush give me it, on crumple
paper that said "I long 4 u, -T."

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!

My love even in anger she looks pretty
because of the subtle smile that sneak
upon her face like the beautiful light
of the morning ray that creep upon dawn.
if you ask me what stuff are great dreams
made of the answer is simple "My Love"
for she is to me like rain
is to the earth and like sleep is
to the body good through and through.

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

No, no! Burden not thy friend, neither make
Him thy god, by asking the world of him.
For thy sanity’s sake look up to the heavens
For thy salvation, not to thy friend.
Make not thy friend the target of thine insult
Nor let jealousy or anger cloud thy judgment
When dealing with thy dear friend, nor be
A partner to Judas in betraying thy friend;
For step by step, karma will catch up
With thee and pay thee back in full measure.

When disloyalty and greed tear apart friends
Like an earthquake that splits a mountain,
Then the valley it creates shall be a graveyard,
Where friends’ interests shall lie in ruin, waiting
For time to heal and bridge thee again;
Or for the day of forgiveness and reconciliation;
Or for the court of men or heavenly beings.
As friends’ interests lie in ruin waiting, the
Giant wheel of time shall continue to turn,
Bringing changes with every hour that passes.

Something should be water under the bridge;
What has been, has been; everyone had his
Fifteen minutes of fame in every friendship;
Whether you played for fame or fortune,
Whether you played for honor or fun,
Whether you played for cruelty or a joke;
Thy fifteen minutes is up and thy price awaits thee.
Don’t seek for an ideal friend; those are
Out of stock now; that’s why there is an
End in the word friend, to remind you of this.

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.

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.