"wetin" poems - Hello Poetry

CREOLE PIDGIN ENGLISH wetin de call dis, wetin you go call dis oyinbo com tiffy tiffy from ma yard I no trouble yam, I no go knock on dem fer notin but oyinbo an dem pally com de burglarise ma hice you hear me so! I say oyinbo com de steal from me home Dem be thieves tiffing all over de compound an when I go say why you tiff about the place oyinbo tiffs them tell me I go be the *** whey go suffer See palava see how dem de treat black people in dem country. If I go steal from oyinbos, na ma *** dem go trow in jail yet for dem town, dem com steal your property and when you go talk they slap you down Dem go make me loose ma bread, loose ma woman Dem spoil ma name, them abuse me Dem tell al kinna lies against me Dem make nonsense stories and fabu abot me Dem harass me, discredit and disprofit me oh! Dem become tomenters, dem say dem go drive me crazy dem go ruin ma life, dem go make me sik in da head And heavens know i never trouble any persons I never put ma feet in anybody house to steal I never see this kin ting before where you go do wrong and destroy him whey he do no wrong Dis is what dem do here now, make you people know I no fit work, I no fit go anywhere without oyinbo and him pally dem follow and harass ma *** dem say dem want me dead Dead for stealing from me, dead for me doing notin wrong an them feel proud for all dem de do, dem feel right for wrong De kin wickedness whey devil himself no fit do, dem don do And I swear before man an God, dem go get their retributions Every single one of dem whey involve God go punish dem God go bring the chaos of hell on dem God go mash dem up like dem mash ma life Except God no be God an tru an real Dem are evil people and evil will claim every single one of dem who do dis to ma innocence. Peoples wherefer you be, wherefef you go, make you know That in london der are evil oyinbo thiffs dere an them go steal and destroy your life if you talk I beg jus pray for me, dem want me dead Dem want blood. De blood of an inoncent man who never trouble anybody dem de make mockery of me now Dem de call me Modern day Jesus.... An by de Grace of de real Jesus Christ Each an every one of dem who hav made me suffa Will get dem just reward, I wait on the Lord He is a tru an just God and Him say Vengeance is mine...

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC

yenson

Wat can palava be dis?....

CREOLE PIDGIN ENGLISH wetin de call dis, wetin you go call dis oyinbo com tiffy tiffy from ma yard I no trouble yam, I no go knock on dem fer notin but oyinbo an dem pally com de burglarise ma hice you hear me so! I say oyinbo com de steal from me home Dem be thieves tiffing all over de compound an when I go say why you tiff about the place oyinbo tiffs them tell me I go be the *** whey go suffer See palava see how dem de treat black people in dem country. If I go steal from oyinbos, na ma *** dem go trow in jail yet for dem town, dem com steal your property and when you go talk they slap you down Dem go make me loose ma bread, loose ma woman Dem spoil ma name, them abuse me Dem tell al kinna lies against me Dem make nonsense stories and fabu abot me Dem harass me, discredit and disprofit me oh! Dem become tomenters, dem say dem go drive me crazy dem go ruin ma life, dem go make me sik in da head And heavens know i never trouble any persons I never put ma feet in anybody house to steal I never see this kin ting before where you go do wrong and destroy him whey he do no wrong Dis is what dem do here now, make you people know I no fit work, I no fit go anywhere without oyinbo and him pally dem follow and harass ma *** dem say dem want me dead Dead for stealing from me, dead for me doing notin wrong an them feel proud for all dem de do, dem feel right for wrong De kin wickedness whey devil himself no fit do, dem don do And I swear before man an God, dem go get their retributions Every single one of dem whey involve God go punish dem God go bring the chaos of hell on dem God go mash dem up like dem mash ma life Except God no be God an tru an real Dem are evil people and evil will claim every single one of dem who do dis to ma innocence. Peoples wherefer you be, wherefef you go, make you know That in london der are evil oyinbo thiffs dere an them go steal and destroy your life if you talk I beg jus pray for me, dem want me dead Dem want blood. De blood of an inoncent man who never trouble anybody dem de make mockery of me now Dem de call me Modern day Jesus.... An by de Grace of de real Jesus Christ Each an every one of dem who hav made me suffa Will get dem just reward, I wait on the Lord He is a tru an just God and Him say Vengeance is mine...

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My contri people I tire for this mata Person run go there na wahala Person waka come here I beg wen I see Serious kasala My contri people Story full ground Na so Aisha for detim side Dem no fit go school Dem no even fit sleep well Unto say these people Dem call BH Fit just scatter ground My contri people We young soji people We bin reason am say If we hustle go school Lock up for morning and afternoon Softly arrange Ewa Agoyin for night We believe say our Suru go lere My contri people Person turn ogbologbo for school Sake of say na wetin Sake of say na so so strike, haba My contri people Dis no be story for us o Na story for the gods E no get any work for any where How person wan do Bad guys Pepper no rest Day before yesterday Yomi just come lament Unto say him chikala done follow one Chidi Way come from America International Yomi say Shade say '' I am not getting younger My biological time is ticking You are 37 still leaving with your parents I hope you understand'' My guy breakdown Come to think of the mata Shade get truth for her talk She done tire, she done try , she done wait If na your sista nko, omo na to port na She got to move on mehnn I no blame her Now dem say na election ******* mehnn As you see me so, I no send Dem say DEMOCRACY Demo wat I say demo fire My contri people I NO VOTE I VOTE O, I NO VOTE O Who go win go still win We cry o, die o, shout o Dem go just look us like lucozade My country people people dey bailout Go yonder I send dem now Because that na the way forward Ds mata no be today Story full ground My countri people Written By; Esther Esuga

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC

esther-esuga

MY CONTRI PEOPLE

My contri people I tire for this mata Person run go there na wahala Person waka come here I beg wen I see Serious kasala My contri people Story full ground Na so Aisha for detim side Dem no fit go school Dem no even fit sleep well Unto say these people Dem call BH Fit just scatter ground My contri people We young soji people We bin reason am say If we hustle go school Lock up for morning and afternoon Softly arrange Ewa Agoyin for night We believe say our Suru go lere My contri people Person turn ogbologbo for school Sake of say na wetin Sake of say na so so strike, haba My contri people Dis no be story for us o Na story for the gods E no get any work for any where How person wan do Bad guys Pepper no rest Day before yesterday Yomi just come lament Unto say him chikala done follow one Chidi Way come from America International Yomi say Shade say '' I am not getting younger My biological time is ticking You are 37 still leaving with your parents I hope you understand'' My guy breakdown Come to think of the mata Shade get truth for her talk She done tire, she done try , she done wait If na your sista nko, omo na to port na She got to move on mehnn I no blame her Now dem say na election ******* mehnn As you see me so, I no send Dem say DEMOCRACY Demo wat I say demo fire My contri people I NO VOTE I VOTE O, I NO VOTE O Who go win go still win We cry o, die o, shout o Dem go just look us like lucozade My country people people dey bailout Go yonder I send dem now Because that na the way forward Ds mata no be today Story full ground My countri people Written By; Esther Esuga

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'Oga, wetin you bring come na' Nothing, sorry. 'My broda, what do you have for us' Love, only love. 'Where is my morning coffee?' Pardon? I'm not a café. Where did you bury it? Your shame, your conscience? It must be somewhere dark and deep. Where you are haunted by dreamless sleep. Some with a uniform, some with a gun Some with a smile, with a glint of fun. All with hands outstretched, seeking, begging Asking, threatening. So much coded, yet crystal intent. It has spread all over, from the janitor to the judge All that is different are the sums and the styles. Corruption corrupts all. It condemns all. Yet, it spreads further, fertilised by impunity. Fed by the hopelessness of 'how things are' They sell their integrity for pennies, They sell us all out for what I spend on toilet paper. Where did you bury it? Your future and that of your children? What price their integrity? What cost the impunity?

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Dec 19, 2017

Dec 19, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC

mhsutton

The Cancer

'Oga, wetin you bring come na' Nothing, sorry. 'My broda, what do you have for us' Love, only love. 'Where is my morning coffee?' Pardon? I'm not a café. Where did you bury it? Your shame, your conscience? It must be somewhere dark and deep. Where you are haunted by dreamless sleep. Some with a uniform, some with a gun Some with a smile, with a glint of fun. All with hands outstretched, seeking, begging Asking, threatening. So much coded, yet crystal intent. It has spread all over, from the janitor to the judge All that is different are the sums and the styles. Corruption corrupts all. It condemns all. Yet, it spreads further, fertilised by impunity. Fed by the hopelessness of 'how things are' They sell their integrity for pennies, They sell us all out for what I spend on toilet paper. Where did you bury it? Your future and that of your children? What price their integrity? What cost the impunity?

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A Poem: Bros., Wey You? Bros., Wey you? I hear say your game tight I wan hear your market You no need to drop shekels I just wan help you Come make me reason No cone form Asari for me I no be Orpkorpise oh Na lashing things oh You know now! Abeg make you do pem oh Na white sky I go take come Make your name dey your neck oh Preye say you Gallant dia Oya, make we enter yonder Make you walensh well oh Dem no dey use shame drink poison I see you, I see heaven After every don kpomkpi Las las, we go dey alright No worry, wetin be suya If I want make my mouth dey busy I go just dey blow whistle So you no go provoke Know say Lasgidi Erema no fit When I finish with you You go know say devil na area boy Na God be Godfather Kpata kpata na draw Warri Erema no dey carry last I go soon bracket you for Effurun junction Before omuta go enter No time to check time This motor dey delay my destiny I don dey reach your crib My temper dey rise now And I no fit use am boil rice Afterall, no vero for maternity ward When I work you finish You go hear alaba Today, he no get as he be I go run your matter wella I know say you go make sense Abeg, wuna gi mi cold shack for di side Nothing dey happen Babatunde Raimi (c) Author/Life Coach/Poet

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Sep 12, 2019

Sep 12, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC

gentlebabs

Bros., Wey You?

A Poem: Bros., Wey You? Bros., Wey you? I hear say your game tight I wan hear your market You no need to drop shekels I just wan help you Come make me reason No cone form Asari for me I no be Orpkorpise oh Na lashing things oh You know now! Abeg make you do pem oh Na white sky I go take come Make your name dey your neck oh Preye say you Gallant dia Oya, make we enter yonder Make you walensh well oh Dem no dey use shame drink poison I see you, I see heaven After every don kpomkpi Las las, we go dey alright No worry, wetin be suya If I want make my mouth dey busy I go just dey blow whistle So you no go provoke Know say Lasgidi Erema no fit When I finish with you You go know say devil na area boy Na God be Godfather Kpata kpata na draw Warri Erema no dey carry last I go soon bracket you for Effurun junction Before omuta go enter No time to check time This motor dey delay my destiny I don dey reach your crib My temper dey rise now And I no fit use am boil rice Afterall, no vero for maternity ward When I work you finish You go hear alaba Today, he no get as he be I go run your matter wella I know say you go make sense Abeg, wuna gi mi cold shack for di side Nothing dey happen Babatunde Raimi (c) Author/Life Coach/Poet

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