I can see.
Flood of tears streaming down your delicate face.
Your rosy life replaced by a topsy turvy one faught with failure.
Filled with disappointments that have deprived you of precious sleep.
Laden with bouts of miscarriages and recurring rounds of ailments.

I can hear;
The deep groans you utter in your anguish.
The whimper you wish to suppress every time the belt of your supposed better half touches you.
The deep breaths you take before going into the doctors office,
And the bitter cry when you are tagged unfruitful by your mother in law.

Nwa nnem.
Jide Chukwu Ike.
Move away from that bottle and make your way towards His temple.

With a little belief, approach His temple.
With a little strength, kneel at His feet.
With a genuine heart, thank Him for the times of plenty.
With a sincere heart, pour out your heart in prayers.
With a determined resolve, make a vow or seed offering to Him.

Naught more I can say.
Much more He can do.

For He is Jehovah overdo.
Surprising Sarah with a child in her old age.
Granting Esther favour in the sight of her peoples overlords
Using a little boy in David to bring victory to his nation.

Just believe auntie.
All will be well uncle.
He shall fight for you and you will hold your peace.
#BASHORUN

With humility heart
Kindness jungle through stars
Pointing accommodation in distance
Revenging mind of resolution
World babies milk suffering
Eyes pouring of anger.
people of different society

sword always blood eye
swing if man betrays
if speak we create
revolting mind of past
irokos of enslavement
when shall middle fingers
equals other? creator metacarpal
future a bird in the sky.

oh how i wish
one add me up at
christian nnaemeka
chukwu mopol
on facebook.

Her piety did not scare death
She lived ready, protecting our nation
Why are real heroes falling?
Indeed, "all other grounds are sinking sands"
From dust to dust you are laid today
Your body interned to mother earth
But your soul lingers till eternity

Thank you "Chukwu" for Tolulope
She came and made her mark
Wrote her name in our fabric as a nation
Soldiers never die, they translate
She has gone for a higher calling
She already resumed in heaven
Welcomed by Angels, sitted by her Creator

To our leaders in all spheres
Military burial for our hero past isn't enough
Bury all seed of nepotism
Tribalism, terrorism and banditory
My people, my state, let it go
Now, let it go I preach poetically!
We must be nationalistic in all things
If we hope to move forward as a nation

And you reading this piece
What shall men say when you depart?
What will be written on your epitaph?
What are you doing for your nation?
So we don't have to lie?
You only survive if all you think is your family?
Live and let live, that others may live
"My own, your own", please let it go

Good night our national hero Tolulope Aritile
Good might Nigeria's first helicopter pilot
Good night to a mentor to so many
Thank you "The Arotiles", God bless that womb
Thank you to the CDS, CAS, CNS, Presidency
Of a truth, no child is better than the other
At least, Tolu proved it with her daring acts
Following the path of least resistance.