Sound of a pen clattering
Admonishing beauty of arts rendering
Lines of rhyme rhyming
Mixed with rhythm rhythming
Like a poem life flowing
Like a drama life pushing
Like a prose life rushing
And then comes representing
Unrepentant life projectoring
The literati's lyrical lyricalling
Recalling the gods of writing
With written words calling
Calling calling calling coming
And hence societal ills hiding
Bad leaders, leadership running
Disillusioned souls troubling
Marginalised masses crying
And crime rate like jet flying
Bombs like pure water exploding
Politicians still stealing and looting yet fearing
Fear! phobia! fear embracing
Minimum wage hurting Governors like bee stinging
Unemployment destroying like earthquaking
Half baked graduate graduating
Our education unseriously provoking
Undefined boundaries exposing
Immigrants immigrating
Police, Soldiers, customs, Road safety, etc all corrupting like they feeding...
Inec election in chaos resulting
Nigeria a name of peoples's confusing
NEPA, WATER, ROAD, HOSPITAL unrealistic absurding...
Corruption! corrupting!! corruptioning!!! Are we starting or finishing? Building or destroying?
The lyric of the literati busy deconstructing...

I will stand tall
Even when I fell into the valley
I will dry my tears
Even if they keep forming
My heart I heard the whispers
Like a lovers' saucy gists
Rhythming the beats of fate

Rain had visits here
Leaves but gave a sign
Killing the fire with its breeze
I pulled my sword in contest
It laughs loud at my eccentricity
It all dark, better the moonless night

The sun will set anon
To restore the luminous ray
Hurry, give to me back my shadow
Am tired of a lonely adventure.
I can tip ear the horn of the train,
A light at the end of the tunnel.
Time to go home race near.
It will end in praise...

Running was tiresome with a long day ahead
Sniffing glue is the only thing in my head
The death of by brother was never good
He got burnt at least there was no blood

I lost my family and a whole lot more
Sniffing glue is the thing I do now I am poor
I used to live in gutu
now I live in a bridge and sniff glue

I lost my brother in Johannesburg
I remember when we ate a burger
Stop sniffing glue
Check out my new Subaru
I remember when I stopped sniffing glue
I started to play the kazoo
And now my book is overdue
I bad at rhythming yabbadabbadoo
And I will never stop sniffing glue

Rhythming the ethereal tone,
Carried a flew on angels' wings
All i twig, found in a khakistolic zone.
What I see, at daybreak i will sing.

I beat rhythmless.
Aimlessly wandering in the dark shell of loneliness.
Machining through my days.
Hopping on and off in every corner.
Searching my path under the lightless sky.
Until one day.
I sense you.
Rhythming to my rhythmless beat.
You tread on my pathless ruins,
excavating the deepest fears I treasure for long,
You dust away their impurity,
And show me the beauty hidden beneath it.
I tremble to steady up.
You held me tight.
I am reluctant to move.
You carry me up in the air.
I skip a beat.
You invent a rhythm for us to beat together as one
and freeze together endlessly.