I came with lots of hope
I came with lots of vision
I came with lots of dreams
But all crumble at the table prepared before me.

Gone are the days when candles were lit with matches
Now pap are lit with matches
The front benchers
Now back benchers

Democracy we call it
Fascism we all have been made to accept
Thoughts paralysed by emptiness.
Hopes replaced with despair

My fragile mind linger at the break of dawn.
The once tender hands now become clammy
What hope is left
When the little child’s head twist at the elders’ council

My hopes and dreams go unrealized
Having paid lip service to peace too long
I must struggle to stay afloat
Else this peace strangles me.

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Distance they say in love
Makes the heart wonder
I ask myself
Should I ponder or meander

Will the distance be forever
My brain grows weary
I am entangled in the world of metaphors
Always comforted by oxymorons

The world they say is a tabula rasa
When will my age long waiting
Heed to the calling of cupid
I linger and malinger

My blank memoirs
Need ink to survive
Distance is crap
When there is true love.

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the traveller

In my mother’s womb, little did I know of the world
Then I awaken steeped in blood
Faced with a bleak reality of life
Makes me ruminate on the sensibilities of life.

In cradle, I felt the world as it ought to be
No stress, comfort zone beckoning at my door step
Thoughts of school makes me cry
Why must I suffer, I asked my mother
But her answer was tinted with apathy
Soon, I let the tears of uncertainty flow

My first CRK class in primary one still strikes a chord
Why was Eve so cruel to mankind?
The world starts unfolding at the bumpy dots of my pencil
The thoughts of Wazobia makes me wonder
Am I really expected to tackele with these differences?
Then I remember the saying; IBO ‘I before others’

Common entrance result is finally out
My dream school: Radiance College
But my papa said life is not that radiant
So I resigned to Bright Rainbow International Schoo

JSCE is heartbreaking, all thanks to GCE
Post Jamb posted me for four years
Then I witnessed a miraculous posting
Unilag! My dream university
Will my age long dream be ever realised?
Thanks for the delay of Blackberry, else I pinged my life to pinfold

A peep at the dotted lines in my certificate makes me ponder
National Youth Suffering Camp (NYSC)
Made me suffer for a year
Life is like a roller coaster
They say you are old enough to die at 70
But I start writing my will at 39, though life begins at 40

OYO is now my lot
My voice and beauty will not vouch for me now.
The break of dawn makes me sad
The scorching sun makes me cool

Getting a good wife is like Jamb
Inlaws become my Post Jamb
Responsibility becomes a necessity
Kemi, Yemi, Femi, Remi; my lovely kids with 2 pending
When did I give birth to all these?
No thanks to poverty

Thought of death makes life worth living
Death the irreversible cessation of life
Will I ever be remembered or forgotten
Life and death is like a pen
Now it flows, then it stops
Am just a worn traveller.

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Heat, I feel the heat
Rising up unbearable
I cannot breathe
I feel the clammy fingers
Around my slender neck
And my body goes cold
So cold I shiver like a chicken

I am sinking beneath the waves
Struggling to stay afloat
To rise above the currents
I see the whole world watching
Watching and doing nothing
And I want to scream
To open my mouth wide and yell

But my words fail me
My voice is interred
Buried deep in a grave of fear
My voice and beauty
Will not vouch for me now
Up here where a thousand eyes
Pierce me like steel-tipped arrows

You talk, I listen
At least I think I do
I turn to the window
I hear the raging thunder
I see the rain, I remember Spain
I want to listen, I cannot key in
So my mind wanders

You talk and I try to listen
To the empty words u speak
I listen no more because my rage grows
Flaming up like a halo
But I grow anxious

I wield my voice like a sword
Stopping those voices
They cannot mock me
Because I control them
They are my puppets and I am their master

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Don’t worry I will pay
Based on trust I will wait
Na one guy cause the delay
You be my guy, I go wait

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No vex say I never settle
Based on friendship I will wait
Walahi I dey regret the lateness
No worry, money no fit come between our friendship

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My you don vex for me die
Thank God I am a Christian
In fact, I will make sure I go extra mile to pay
If you say so, God dey

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My g..u..y, I am dumbfounded
Patience dey run out
You suppose believe me, no be my fault

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I never begged to come
Yet they couldn’t control their feelings
14th November, I wish I had made it December
She calls me arewa to comfort me

He has given me such an ugly face
He should apologise to me
Yet he is frustrating me
I never begged to come!