good intentions never guarenteed good results.
good intentions never guarenteed good
good intentions never guarunteed ****

it's what you say during an apology.
it's what you tell yourself so you can lessen guilt.

I singled you out
under the guise of a friend.
I let you trust me
because we all want to believe.
I let you love me
because I needed the raise in self esteem.

I stayed at your house cause I hate sleeping alone.
I went to dinner because I couldn't afford food.


You started to trust me
and I felt ashamed

You said I was beautiful
I felt ugly


You said you knew me
and I felt like a liar.

You said I was acting strange
and I called you crazy

You said I was pushing away
I told you "so what?"

You wondered what happened...
I felt disgust.

In a moment of guilt I told you it was me,
I told you I was crazy.
I admited I was playing head games with the weak minded
and like a fool you
accepted my apologies.

First friends,
To best friends... he worked his way up.
Sharing memories and passion.
My heart in his hands... soon he would cup.
My friends they all judged me,
"He only wants one thing...",
"You just aren't ment to be."
I was blinded by love,
I told all my friends to leave.
I had grown (or so I thought)
I now wore my heart on my sleeve.
We were soon to be married,
For some reason he was eager for speed.
I figured I had cold feet so I let him take the lead.
Then one day I came home at an unexpected hour,
In my apartment on my bed he released his secrets to my heart in a shower.
He admited what he had done was bad.
He apologised and cried he didn't think of what his actions would cost.
He was not the only one that day who had something they had lost.
How could I possibly allow myself to trust again?
It is over and done with for him,
A thing of the past... the light on it shines dim.
My heart now hides in this cavity alone.
It had been to scarred from the past for this wound to be sewn.

Last night you held me in your arms outside your apartment building
That was a great feeling
I miss that feeling
I miss kissing you outside your door

I had had too much to drink, I didn't want to leave
You said, I'm not comfortable with you staying the night just yet
I want you to stay but there would be too much temptation
I'm drunk and you're pretty.


I like that you admited how you still have feelings for me
It was such a relief to hear
Even though I already knew
It was just comforting to hear you say it

auf der kippe stehen...

of those who experience
toppling(s)...

but also "hang" in the "balance";

alternatively,
those who have to encounter
the diatribe of
the 20th century in
the 21st century:

resolve to pursue
the general conception
of an aimless goal,
surmounting
in the ancient greek
conclusion:

aimlessness of existence,
predicated,
from a blind venture
in making,
the repetitive choice,
of pursuit.

94 days ago I wrote a goodbye letter
94 days ago I nearly ended it all
The heartache I was in the tears I cried felt like a hole I couldn't get out,
94 days later I'm still here
I have changed as a person,
I'm in a better place now, I fighted through my darkest night.
I admited to my friends and they showed me care that I never thought I would see.
94 days ago opened my eyes to see the truth.
I'm glad I failed 94 days ago

Our lips were never not touching
Our bodies were never apart
I could feel your cold hands all over my body
Your eyes focused on my chest
Those hands with no good intentions
Were all over my face
I made a promise to myself
To give you what youve been missing
And **** right i did
Even you whispered
And admited
I was in fact the best youve ever had
I couldve said the same
But you came late to the game
The drugs had already taken over my head
The only thing I remember you said clearly
Was that you felt so guilty
Because i was 15 and you was 19.

They ride on celestial chariots
Belonging to "Class Untouchables"
They move with audacious swagger
So powerful, yet culpable
We all admited their courage and zest
But wait! If Naija is not a joke
How can a Parrot arrest the mighty Eagle?

The Eagle is quick to label
Especially when a match stick is missing
Now that the vault is desecrated
Where are the labels that shows it all
Crime, case connected to, and scene of crime?
This, surely, is a sacrilege

Let's see where this pendulum swings
That we play not judge, jury and executioner
If the Parrot can arrest the Eagle
And the hunter is becoming the hunted
Does it mean Elephants can fly in our Nation?
Or a victory for democracy?

We say no to hunger strike
Lest they play the ulcer card
And then apply for medical attention
Hunger strike, while some are held without trial
"Na here we go judge the matter"
Lesson learnt, none is greater than the law

Many a people fast compulsorily
Not because we are religious or spiritual
But for lack of what to eat
Yet you **** our economy with impunity
You have looted our looted funds
So, it's no more "Uhuru" as "Aluta continua"
And surely, "Victoria ascerta"