ANGER, THAT FEELING

Anger, so powerful can destroy any and everything once loved

Anger, the sweet bride to wrath, so driven to create sweet chaos

Anger, feeling of evil contempt and ungodly depressive urge

Cause of depression and urge, so strong it can almost be controlled

Angry feelings when you are wronged

Angry for what is done wrong

Angry feelings of desperate violence

Just desperately to hurt and smile in it

That feeling you have when you just want to scream

That same feeling of hurting something, anything

The feeling that brings hate and desire to destroy

The feeling to ruin is the power of anger

The anger that erupts just when you see its cause

Explodes as soon as you feel its source

Grows just looking at it and wishing it no more

Until your heart is ripped open to release all the hot seared anger.

53 years, YET AGAIN, WHAT?

53 years, YET AGAIN, WHAT?

Last year she was 52, a year younger than now

A year younger in history

A year younger in misery

One year plus to the years of seen mystery

Just one year plus, still we feel lost along the way

52years now 53, they talk, promise and sell dead words

All these years, the smile, giving us rotten hopes

Years past, they screamed, “our Mother land Nigeria”.

They stand saying, “land rich in milk and honey”.

Saying, “Nigeria our great country”

Now where are they? What have they done to our Mother land?

What can we say for our dear democratic country?

How can we still shout out pride as the “Black Race?”

Never again shall we openly say we are blessed, for we know look, behave and think like the apes we were once called.

What is going on?

What has Nigeria turned to?

Why are we still stagnant?

Still paused on the record to great civilization

Just not climbing the ladder to development’s gateway

Never asking, “Is this country really what we say she is?”

We start to wonder, “Where are our promised words?”

“Where is that mother land so honourable and glorious?”

We stand lost searching in this void oblivion called Government

But we are still waiting patiently for those words to be seen.

Old Stories

Old stories of our old people during the old world in our old memories, Stay to guide our future from our history’s mistakes, Stay to remind us of our ancient fights and wars,
They stay to tell us how we should love and live forever.      

Lonely Lady Life

Arise! You who slumber

Awake from your dream

Stand out of you comfort

Walk to your confront

You early lonely lady

Oh! I awake to myself

To behold my comfort

And say I am as I will

To stay to my mind’s will

Oh! Yes I will

Day by day I live

Night after night I die

A lonely one I be

So lonely and so lowly

My life a lonely life

I pray that i do not as I will

I speak good will to myself

To live as well as should

And not to live a lonely life still

But a life so full

Now I am open to see

The visibility of my fear

Oh! I sit and dream

Of myself live in love

But I awake in lonely despair

Once upon a time they say

But these times never come

My fairy tale paradise I wish to stay

Only to find my paradise a fool’s court

A court now I pray be gone

Oh my heart bleeds to love

That I be out to know love

That I be out to show love

That I may now see through nature’s eyes

And know am no longer my lonely self

That which I must do, I do

Now I rise from my old slumber

Awaken from my dreams

To leave my comfort

Just to fight my confront and win I shall

Never to live that Lonely Lady Life.

 

Nigeria Independence speech 2013 (Alh.Tafawa Balewa)

complete your self

Complete Yourself

You see my eyelids like butterfly wings
stilled on flowering cheeks,
you lie so still
hoping they’ll land on you.

But I never was anything so peaceful;
I am not the color of my cheeks.

I don’t remember stepping into this light
to read lines,
but I’ve already got the role.

You love me like stars.
You love me like looking back.
You love me like a compliment—

like I fit into you—
a seed you swallow,
plant in your esophagus—
and grow within you.

You make me a moon
just your size to eclipse your light.
(I’d rather be a shape that won’t stack with yours—
I want everything of me to show).

You reduce me to tides
And I push into you, pull away,
push you to throw your mother’s music box
out the second story window
and drive to Sunoco for a pack of Newports,
though you quit 8 months ago.

I don’t laugh like skips of sunlight
off the Swarovski crystal hung in the rearview mirror.
It’s just a sound in my throat.

Sometimes I think
you think
you produced that sound:
stuck a nickel in my ear;
pressed play, repeat—
your favorite song.

I breathe out carbon dioxide;
I won’t breathe your oxygen.
I won’t try to give your heart a beat.

I cross my arms around my chest,
reaching nails in my back,
checking for wings.

I want to rip open my skin and show you my spine—
how it doesn’t have your signature on it,

how I’m a quarter-broken inside,
the way you are a quarter-broken inside.
How I’m breathing my way
through my own life

how that life doesn’t exist
as a completion to yours.

What Do I Do?

Everything good is all that is needed

Someone great is all that is hoped for

Beautiful places, where we all want to be

Beautiful people, who we want to be

Time after time we see it so

Time after time we think it so

Time after time we still hope it so

Time after time it never is so

Then our needs never met

Our hopes for greatness forgotten

Those places so beautiful never seen

Our desires for a better life gone

Our hearts bleeding heavily

Our eyes dressed in weary

Our lips adorned in agony

Our thoughts asking why

Why this, Why that

Why me, Why now

What have I done?

What do I do?

Then I thought to myself,

Thinking what to do

Searching for results

When things happen, what do I do?

When the sky turns dark, what do I do?

When my light goes dim, what do I do?

When all hopes and desires elude me and my place of solitude seem to disappear, what do I do?

When I stand to think of ways to brighter days, i wonder, what do I do?

All I do is pray and hope for a change, a transformation,

All I get is vanished hopes and unseen prayers

But we still live in faith, waiting, for it to happen

Waiting because we know we are heard

Because we know there will be a change

And our hopes, wishes, dreams and thoughts will be REAL

And we will never wake and live to days of sorrow anymore.

 

DAY AFTER DAY, WE KNOW.

Each day comes with its own gift

Each days starts with its own expectations

These days pass, one ponders

These days pass, mysteries unveil

And wonders of more to come

It makes one to another

It changes one to plenty

Brings one to complete

Brings one to actualization

To nourish and to make new

To punish and to break

To build and to make results

The results of what is only seen

But all happens with wisdom

All happens with knowledge

Knowledge of what has come

Knowledge of what is to come.