NA COMPLAIN DEM DEY COMPLAIN

  

Dem go say dem no be kitchen properties

Say dem wan be political entities

Say God giv dem sef faculties

To take dey run tins for we communities

Even for we house

Dem go say dem no go wear blouse

Say like we, na two legs dem get

So na jeans and leggings dem in sets

Na complain dem dey complain

AKA GUM (fedpoffa protest)

O, memories… Sweet bitter memories

Of our anger chanting melodies

With dissent written in all our diaries

And insults, we shared like cowries

When the unifying cord of fedpoffa broke

And our hearts with hatred soaked

And campus jesters couldn’t afford to joke

Because in protests, their spirits awoke

Worthless leaves

Thieves

Damned Eves

We cursed, in macabre dances in the mid-day sun

But now we laugh and hug like father and son

For we have been bonded together by ‘aka’ gum

O, it’s been several years now

And I hear the chantings and the matching sound

I see the placards and the messages; wow

I feel the anger of the ballistic crowd

The both teams let the anger like rage

Knowing chaos was within range

Like a cat and dog in a cage

The carnage was strange

Exploitative retards

Bastards

Filthy rags

We cursed, in macabre dances in the mid-day sun

But now we laugh and hug like father and son

For we have been bonded together by ‘aka’ gum

Fedpoffa… O sweet, innocent fedpoffa

From stones and sad tunes, you suffered

As your kindred hated despite your love offered

But for your understanding, it might have been rougher

Tougher, spilling disaster

As each side desired to conquer

Wouldn’t stop to ponder

Willing to destroy the other

Nincompoops

Classless fools

Worthless tools

We cursed, in macabre dances in the mid-day sun

But now we laugh and hug like father and son

For we have been bonded together by ‘aka’ gum

A GOOD FRIEND

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SHE VANISHED

I sat on the stool mulling

Lost in pensivity, mouth drooling

Pages in my mind began to flap

A panoramic review that rushed like a tap

I was lost in this stream of unconsciousness

And she flashed through my mind in all her sumptuousness

She was like lightning in a dreary dark night

She was sparkling like a shimmering white light

Her page stood still as my mind began to read

She was a bloomy belle, a sacred seed

She was young, naive and eager for love

With milky skin and gut-wrenching curves

She blazed in the sun like South African diamond

She’d got eyes like alluring almonds

I stood transfixed on this exquisite creature

At that point, I must say, I loved nature

She turned and stared at me with frightened eyes

Why the fear? I pondered. But there wasn’t time for WHYs

I trudged forward, my eyes beckoning appealingly

Her lips parted like she would smile and come willingly

She turned sharply and began to walk fast away

Uhh! What irony. I followed, oblivious of what to say

In my whole being, the glimmer of fear shone

I could not fathom loosing the particles of my bones

She was the subject of my frantic fantasy

She was an object that could offer me endless ecstasy

No! I wouldn’t let her go. “Hi!” I screamed aloud

I got no response; she vanished into the crowd.

YEMISI

YEMISI

Biafra Republic To Emerge In November

BZM, Biafra Zionist Group, says it has commenced its moves to formally launch ‘The Republic of Biafra’, stating that it’s long overdue. The group warned that Ndigbo would no longer stand idle while its brothers and sisters are continuously slaughtered like animals in the country’s North.

Daily, despondency spreads over the horizons of Nigeria, as the common man lacks knowledge of who is in charge. Deaths, blood and violence have become common words on the tongues of every one. Boko-haram, Government-haram and their cronies are constraining our choices, and the centre may no longer hold…     God help us!

THE GIRL FROM MY VILLAGE

The girl from my village

An angel about my age
With whom i wished to start a new page
And serve without wage
O, even in a cage
With her, there's no rage

She was ravishingly beautiful and titillating

With catwalk that made me never want to blink

Life is a show

If truth be told
When you get old
Then you will know
Life is a show

IMAOBONG

Imaobong, listen to the yearnings of our souls
Imaobong, i wan tell the world say i love you so
Imaobong, even in hell or Zaria's cold
Imaobong, i fit die for you and i want it told

The spirit of the people

Yesterday, I wished I was a Spaniard. The joy in the faces of the Spanish people, when it became apparent that they were going to win the Euro 2012 cup, was huge enough to make them forget their economic hardship for a while. And that’s the power that football has; power to erase your travails and misfortunes, especially when your side is leading; Power to restore your faith, hope and patriotism to your nation no matter how bleak the reality may seem. Hmmm, but when the match ended, reality dawned on me, and I realized my Nigerianness. And I wondered, what straw can this Nation offer her citizens to tickle their patriotism and faith?