THE POWER OF YOUR VOICE.

Your voice is a flame in the heart of the night
A whisper that echoes through mountains high
It carries the weight of truth untold
Breaking the chains of silence and fear
Calling for justice in a world gone cold.

Your voice is the song of the weak unheard
Lifting the fallen with words so bold
It shatters the walls of cruel divide
A bridge between the lost and found
A light where the dark has tried to hide.

Your voice is the thunder before the rain
A promise of change where hope has bled
It stirs the soul to rise again
To stand as one with strength anew
To build a world where love is spread.

Your voice is the ink on history’s page
Etching the tales of battles won
It speaks for those long cast aside
A melody of dreams unchained
A force that cannot be undone.

Your voice is the seed that justice grows
The wind that moves the silent sea
Let it rise for truth and peace
For mankind bound by love not greed
A world where all are truly free.

A SOLEMN PRAYER: MAY WE...

May we never lose our wonder
May we never come to state of despondence
May our light never be off on our head
May our glory never lost because of carelessness
May we come to that full realization of who God is in our life.

May we never be found wanting when opportunity come calling
May we never seeing dining with the enemy
May our path be as the path of the righteous
May we find help in time of need and want
May courage never leave us to ourselves when we need it.

May we never get tired of doing good because of evil paying back
May we never walk in the way of sinners
May we have the determination to shun evil counsel
May we come at the end of our life finishing strong
May we breathe our last breath in fullness and happiness.

May we never be sewed by the pride of life with its lust of flesh
May we have the freshness of each days anointing for a new day
May we come to get to know God on God's Word basis
May we run and the race of life with grace not edging out grace
May we never walk alone on life's road as we journey through life.

YOU OWE YOURSELF A LOT.

People will come and go
Life will happen when it happens
That is when you got to be hit
With the reality of that same life
That you owe yourself to be strong and build yourself.

There will be time
You'll be left a lone
And there will be time
That there we be no time
For you to defend yourself.

This is the time
You owe yourself to be
Strong and build yourself
Because no one will come to save you
But it takes the good heart around you.

To join you and yourself to save you
By the time when your world
Comes crumbling down
Moment will cease to be
But in all you owe yourself a lot.

So be strong like the fiddle
Build yourself like the tower of barbal
With a unifying force within you
Let it spring forth from the wall of courage
Remember this

That you owe yourself to be strong and build yourself.

CHRISTIANITY AND COURT CASES.

We live in the days
Where Christian brothers and sisters
Are having court cases among themselves
You see a fellow believer taking
The other fellow believers to court.

And while they are at it
The light is dying because
The church ought to be the light
To the world in which the church existing
A lot is happening to Christian dom today.

Like a story that was told
About a church whose name I won't mention
The General Superintendent tenure got expired
So He wants to extend it in the constitution of the church
They went to court because of this act.

The judge to presides over the said case
Was a Muslim judge he is the one
That we determine who is going to be
The national general superintendent of this said church
Christianity and court cases.

So while the both parties
Are busy pointing fingers at each other
The church is dying and likewise the light too
But for how long we this mence continue
To thrive in the church of the living of God.

In hallowed halls where voices rise
They clash with words but not with grace
Debates ignite yet blind their eyes
While love stands still a fading trace
The flame once bright now yields to night.

HUSTLE SMART...THINK SHARP.

Rise with the sun and chase your dream
build with your mind not just your steam
each step you take must have a scheme
stay on your grind yet stay supreme
the road is tough but so is your team.

time will not wait nor will it bend
focus on goals and not just trends
work with your hands but let thoughts blend
the path is long but it will end
success is earned not just a lend.

through highs and lows stay in control
challenges come but take your role
the fire inside must always roll
keep moving forward that’s the goal
with wisdom sharp you will be whole.

doubt may arise but do not fear
your vision clear will keep you near
every setback makes things appear
as stepping stones to bring you here
hustle with heart and persevere.

dream with your mind and take your shot
plan every move connect each dot
stay on the grind and miss it not
your destiny is what you plot
think sharp move fast and own your spot.

LIFE IS DEEP.

Life is full of it all and 
The sad reality and heard truth of life
Not all are on your side
Some people on your WhatsApp list
Are there to monitor your life
They won’t give any support at all.

They are just there
Always want to know
What is happening?
In every journey of your life
Like a monitoring spirit they are.

They will never give a reply
Nor feedback on your work or art
They are just locked around
Every time your WhatsApp status comes up
With a post of life’s achievement.

Your biggest fan
When you check well
Is coming from a stranger
Out of the blue who never know
Nothing about you they are there for you.

Life is deep
Strangers are better off now
Then a close associate
Who acts like a monitoring ghost
Waiting and locking around the corner
To see you fail.

MEN, WOMEN AND MINISTERS OF GOD IN COURT.

We live in the days
When so many unsaid things
Are happening everyday and
Every now and then
That is unheard of.

We live in the days
When men of God
Are now dragging people
On social media leading to court cases
With defamation of this and that.

But the question here
And what comes to mind is this
During the days of Jesus Christ
In His earthly ministry was He seen
Dragging or suing or in a court case battle.

For defamation of this and that
But what happen in our world today
Where we see ministers of God
Men and women of God dragging
To court for airing their views on certain things of life.

They do this bringing it
To the full glare of the public eyes
Degrading the name and body of Christ
Making the church a laughing stock to the world
Men, women and ministers of God in court.

BE CAREFUL WHEN DOORS OPEN.

Be careful when doors swing wide and free
Not all that beckons is meant to be
The golden glow may hide a snare
A prison’s doors too gleam with care
Freedom and chains both wait to decree.

The world’s allure can tempt the soul
With promises bright but not the whole
A prison can smile its doors ajar
Masking its truth from near to far
A mirage of dreams with a hidden toll.

Opportunity knocks with a subtle grace
But wisdom must guide our hurried pace
What lies beyond a treasure or trap
A question that whispers in each clap
Discernment's torch must light the space.

Not all that glitters is a golden gate
Some paths conceal a darker fate
Even a cage can seem a haven bright
If wrapped in shadows disguised as light
So tread with care and contemplate.

Be careful when doors swing open wide
Let wisdom and courage walk by your side
Prisons too have doors remember this well
Their promise can weave a deceitful spell
Choose only those that lead to pride.

A CONTENT CREATOR WITHOUT THE INFLUENCED.

A canvas filled with fleeting hues
Where words and images aim to amuse
Yet without the souls to feel their weight
The spark fades fast the meaning late
An empty echo with nothing to choose.

 
Creation flows in endless streams
But what's its worth without shared dreams
If hearts remain untouched unknown
The craft exists for self alone
A hollow shell of fragile schemes.

The power lies not in the show
But in the seeds the message sows
To move to guide to light the way
For lives to shift for minds to sway
This is the truth all voices owe.

Without the influenced what's the gain
No footprints left no lasting chain
For art without a purpose clear
Will fade and fall and disappear
A fleeting note in empty rain.

So let the craft find roots that grow
In fertile hearts where meaning flows
For impact is the truest goal
To fill the void, to make souls whole
A creator’s purpose to truly show.

WHAT’S AN INFLUENCER WITHOUT THE INFLUENCED?

A voice that echoes through the air
But who will listen, who will care
Without the crowd to take the call
The rise is empty, the power small
A throne with none to gather there.

The words may shine, the posts may gleam
But what is vision without a dream
No hearts to touch, no minds to sway
No lives to shift along the way
An endless echo with no theme.

For influence blooms where trust is grown
In every life a seed is sown
Without the hearts to tend and feed
What is the worth of voice or creed
A hollow crown, a king unknown.

The world responds to acts that bind
A soul that lifts the human mind
An influencer finds worth in this
Not clicks or likes but shared abyss
A path to meaning intertwined.

So ask yourself in fleeting fame
Is it the glory or the flame
For without the influenced to inspire
Your reach is but a vain desire
A shadow chasing its own name.

FROM TINUBU SQUARE TO FREEDOM PATH.

From Tinubu Square the journey starts
Through Lagos streets with beating hearts
The pulse of life in every lane
Where dreams and struggles intertwine and reign
In every step the city's art.

The sounds of vendors fill the air
While stories echo everywhere
From bustling markets to silent nights
Each corner holds both wrongs and rights
A city learning how to care.

Through Idumota's crowded space
Past Freedom Park with its tranquil grace
Where history whispers in the breeze
And echoes of old freedoms tease
A path of change we now embrace.

From Tinubu Square the road expands
With hope alive in eager hands
The traffic hums with stories bold
As futures forge from tales of old
In Lagos hearts begin to stand.

At Freedom Path the end is near
Yet still the future draws us here
Where liberty and strength collide
In Lagos’s soul we all reside
Together we rise without fear.

THE ISLAND’S GOLDEN HOUR.

The sun dips low beyond the sea
Its glow dances on the waves set free
The horizon paints a fiery hue
As day and night in silence coo
In golden light the world we see.

A soft breeze whispers through the trees
Caressing the island with gentle ease
The air thick with the scent of salt
As shadows stretch without a halt
The moment feels like ancient pleas.

The waters shimmer with each glance
A tranquil spell in every chance
The sky is wrapped in amber bands
As beauty spreads across the lands
The island breathes in sweet romance.

The golden hour takes its place
In timeless calm and quiet grace
As nature sighs and birds take flight
Leaving behind the fading light
A perfect end to endless space.
In this stillness hearts are bound
Where peace and joy are softly found
The island hums a lullaby
As stars prepare to fill the sky
And all is still without a sound.

KEKE NAPEP TALES.

Through Lagos streets, the Keke glides,
A tale of journeys where it rides
With passengers from every walk
In the hustle they share a talk
Bound together as the city strides.

The driver grips the wheel so tight
Navigating through day and night
In every turn, there's a story told
Of dreams and struggles, young and old
In the Keke's hum, a shared delight.
The sun may set, but still they roll,
Across the roads, they play their role,
From dawn to dusk, they weave through lanes,
Linking hearts with no restraints
In the rhythm of their endless stroll.

A Keke Napep a humble friend
In each ride new lives transcend
From market days to busy streets
It carries hopes in every seat
Until the journey's quiet end.

In the buzzing city they remain
Silent heroes in the strain
Though fleeting their tales endure
A symbol of the streets so pure,
In Keke Napep we find our gain.

THE EYO MASQUERADE’S DANCE.

In the heart of Lagos the drums resound
As Eyo Masquerades move on sacred ground
With feathers high and robes so bright
They twirl beneath the golden light
A dance of grace both fierce and sound.

Their masks conceal a world untold
Ancient tales in silence unfold
Each step a story rich and deep
As onlookers pause and dare not speak
To witness history’s vibrant hold.

With every sway and every turn
The city's soul begins to burn
A blend of culture old and new
In colors bold and spirits true
The Eyo's flame forever will yearn.

The streets alive with every beat
As feet meet earth in rhythmic greet
A dance of pride, a dance of kings
Where joy in every movement springs
A heritage that's rich and sweet.

The Eyo’s dance, a living art,
A heartbeat echoing through the heart,
And when the festival fades away,
Its spirit lingers, here to stay,
A timeless rhythm that won't depart.

FACES OF CMS BUS STOP

The dawn breaks softly over bustling streets
CMS awakens where Lagos meets
Faces converge like rivers to the sea
Each bearing stories of dreams set free
A mosaic of lives where energy beats

Hawkers call out with goods in their hands
Selling treasures from far-off lands
A painter captures the chaos and glow
While the crowd moves in a rhythmic flow
The bus stop hums with shifting sands

Danfo buses screech and groan in haste
Their bright yellow coats a city embraced
Passengers jostle for a fleeting seat
Where sweat and laughter in harmony meet
CMS thrives in its hurried pace

Children weave through with playful delight
Their bare feet tracing paths of light
Street preachers shout with fervent grace
Their voices rising in this sacred space
The bus stop holds both day and night

CMS stands as Lagos timeless core
A place where cultures collide and soar
Faces etched with struggle and pride
Carry the city’s spirit deep inside
An endless tale on Lagos living shore

LAGOS LAGOON SERENADE.

The Lagoon whispers beneath the softening sky
Its waters cradle dreams as boats drift by
Fishermen's nets glisten with hopes untold
Their voices rise strong with stories of old
A serenade of life where rhythms never die.

The markets nearby hum with vibrant tunes
A symphony of colors beneath the noon
Artisans and traders weave the city’s tale
Each transaction a heartbeat steady and hale
Life flows like the tide beneath the glowing moon.

Canoes glide gently through reflections deep
While the city's pulse refuses to sleep
Laughter and music echo from every shore
Where history and future collide once more
The Lagoon holds secrets its waters keep.

At dusk the skyline ignites with fiery hues
A kaleidoscope of hope in shifting views
Children dance on the banks with carefree grace
Their joy a beacon in this bustling space
The city exudes a spirit it never will lose.

Lagos Lagoon sings of culture and might
Its waters eternal its soul alight
Here life is a song in a tireless refrain
A melody of triumph over joy and pain
A serenade to the heart of Lagos night.

AJAH'S DISTANT PROMISE.

Beyond the bridge where the tides softly churn
Ajah whispers dreams that glimmer and burn
A place where streets weave tales of the day
And morning light dances on the Lagoon's bay
Hope breathes steady as the city learns

Bazaars hum alive with colors so bold
Artisans craft treasures both new and old
The rhythm of hammers shapes futures bright
While carpenters' hands bring visions to life
In every corner resilience unfolds

Keke Napep glide through bustling lanes
Carrying the stories of joys and pains
Electricians string lines that spark and glow
Binding homes where countless families grow
Building a promise that forever remains

Children chase kites under skies of gold
Their laughter a warmth no riches can hold
As the sun dips low behind distant trees
The air hums sweet with the scent of the breeze
Dreams take root in soil both rich and bold

Ajah a horizon of endless ascent
Where life flows strong and each moment is spent
On a tapestry woven with culture and care
A promise of futures where all can share
A place where Lagos's vibrant heart is lent

SURULERE: A PLACE OF SWEETNESS.

In Surulere where the streets hum with life

The air is thick with the scent of amala and spice.
Children chase dreams on dusty playgrounds
Their laughter mingling with the vendor's calls
As the sun dips low painting the skies gold.

From the echo of drums in the evening breeze
To the rhythm of footsteps on bustling roads
Here artisans shape beauty with hands of grace
Tailors stitch the stories of a thousand threads
And the market sings of commerce and hope.

Electric lines crisscross like veins of the city
Carrying the pulse of homes alive with chatter
Keke Napep zooms past murals of bold colors
While a street hawker's melody weaves through
Binding all to the heartbeat of the neighborhood.

Night falls and Surulere wears a cloak of stars
Neon lights glimmer drawing life to its core
Food joints bloom serving plates of joy
And lovers stroll beneath the streetlamp's glow
Their whispers soft as the Lagos night air.

In Surulere every corner tells a tale of love
Of resilience etched in concrete and soul
A place where dreams sprout in vibrant hues
And sweetness lingers in its every breath
Surulere forever a mosaic of Lagos' heart.

LAGOS CITY OF DREAMS.

Every day we wakeup
With so much expectations
Of what to expect from the day
At sound of the cock crow
The clocks starts ticking a new day.

Is born giving us a gift
To live again to chase our dream
In the city of dreams
Where dreams are concieve and birthed
Every seconds every hour here in
The city of dreams.

From the bustling horn
Of the vechles to the chanting
Of passers by with a beautiful
Scene from the city from
The city of dreams.

Where the brian never sleeps
Working from dust to dawn
Not deferring for an hour
We walk the field of work here in
The city of dreams.

Our heart has been preoccupied
With the dreams in our heart
We kept at it come hell hot water
Even in the coldness of deadness of the night
We never faulter we never give up.

FROM THE SPIRIT OF LAGOS HUSTLERS.

From the heart of Lagos they arise
With dreams that stretch across the skies
Their hands are busy, minds are set
Chasing the future without regret
In every corner hope defies.

The streets are paved with sweat and grace
As ambition fuels the frantic pace
They hustle hard through night and day
In every challenge they find a way
Each step a story in this place.

From Oshodi to the Island's side
The spirit of Lagos won’t subside
With strength they rise through every test
In unity they give their best
A city where no dream can hide.

Through the noise and the crowded lanes
Their courage flows like endless rains
They build, they fight, they make their way
In the hustle of life, they proudly stay
Their will unbroken through the chains.

From the spirit of Lagos they stand tall
Resilient, strong, they answer the call
In every struggle they find their might
With grit and passion they light the night
In Lagos, no dream is too small.

EDUCATION IS NOT ABOUT SPANKING THE CHILD.

What has gotten to our norms
Of taking cane out of the four
Walls of the classroom in cannot
Impact knowledge under a fearful environment
Spanking or flogging a child.

All because of the child
Not able to comply to what is being taught
At that moment in the classroom
Of what end will what is being taught
Gets into the brain talkless of applying it.

To real life outside the wall of learning
There has been video circulate
The whole online space
Of an educator beating a pupil
Because of the number six during numeracy class.

To what ends is that in education
Fine spear the road and spoil the child
But to what end it is I saw the video
At the sight of watching I develop
Goosebumps it ran through my spines.

NB: With focus of a teacher beaten a pupil today at a school in Ikorodu.

THE ROYAL OATH.

There is an awaken
Of the subconscious mind
As motherland calls on one and all
To every dweller on the shore of
Our fatherland comes the oath.

And is the emergence of
The royal oath
It has come to redefine
The Africa culture
In our time the oath of allegiance.

So let the East and West
Unites in atmospheric creativeness
Alerting the North and South
To get ready for the time
Is the moment of our life.

Where culture meets creative
As intellectuality is brought
To the fore burner of spicing
The African ingredient of our
Culture, values, and lifestyles.

Interwoven in the oath
Of allegiance and cultural diversification
Bringing values to the street
Where values are lost in the is epic
Event of a lifetime the royal oath. 

NIGERIANS FAILS NIGERIA.

Is a New Year
There are so many events here and there
The fasting is ongoing praying for the nation
Every religious organization isn't left out
God never abandoned Nigeria but what happened?.

With the vast resources
Left in the hands of so few
Corrupt Nigerians living lavishly
In the nation's treasure yet
We go on fasting and praying.

This is completely delusional
We are praying to God for God to help us
What more do you want God to do for Nigeria
Nigeria is seen as God most favorite child
God gave us everything to be the richest country in the world.

God did not fail Nigeria at all
But Nigerians fail Nigeria
What more do you want God to do for you
To jail your corrupt politicians
Come off it is good to pray.

Stop praying to God for God
To bless Nigeria He has done so already for us
God we not run a free and fair election for Nigerian
We have placed tribe and religion above everything
Nigeria lay their bed this way and so we must lay on it.

DON’T COME FILTER.

Life they say is by chance
Moments they say it comes once
Memory they say last forever
Life happens when we least expect
But in all of these, live your life.

Don’t come filter
There is no point
Of going to buy fake
When originality is close by
Be you don’t let the same life.

Sells what is not yours
Everywhere you go and turn to
There is an element of fake
Fake lifestyle fake publicity
Turns into stunts followed by clout chasers.

Don’t come all filter
Be real with yourself
The world won’t accept you
When you come always fake
Even though fakeisim is in vogue.

There is no point in going the mile
Driving the distant to become
That which you are not don’t filter
You resemble the society
In which you exist in don’t filter come real.

GOD DOES NOT SHOW FAVORTISIM.

But He showeth mercy
In place of judgement
He shows the way home
To the one who's wonder
Off from the Father's house.

God does not show favoritism
But He showeth grace
And make that graceless life
Graceful in all ways and manner
Making His grace creating the difference.

In the vastness of His eternal grace
No soul is left without a place
His love extends to great and small
A righteous judge who sees us all
In Him no partial paths we trace.

The rich the poor the young the old
All stand equal in His fold
He calls the humble and the wise
Sees beyond the world’s disguise
His truth is steadfast pure as gold.

Each prayer is heard each tear is seen
No one is last no one between
His mercy flows a boundless sea
To every heart His love will be
For God’s embrace is always keen.

LISTEN UP.

I tell you the journey
Won't be easy nor fair enough
The road will be so hard and slippery
Criticism will come in drought
Like a dry season time.

Listen up
At your point of clenching
The success bag blackmail will come
It we come hitting so hard on you
That it will swayed you off from the pursue.

Of your goal listen up
Then tomorrow we become
A distance like a million miles away
From today I tell you life will come
Serving breakfast of all sorts.

Friends will fall but
Family will remain with you
When it all be said and one
Only what you will have left is family
And some selected faithful friends that turns to family.

Listen up
You got to face life headlong
You have to stand tall twice as
You've ever done in your past life
For you to have that life you desire and long for.

Listen up
This is the time to go away
Stay off from public eyes
Stay in secret place of wilderness
To suffice when you got result not plans.

NOT MOTIVATION IN THE NEW YEAR.

The New Year won’t be run
On motivation but on you
You must from within yourself
Decide the stake in the New Year
Not motivation in the New Year.

Life is fuel on the basis
Of decision and will power
To chase life even when
Life is not looking pretty good
Motivation in the New Year.

From within yourself
Seat down and decide
The direction where your life
Will go towards to in this New Year
If at the end of the New Year.

You want to see a different result
Finish living if you want to make
This year the best you’ve ever lived
Not motivational thing in the New Year.

Motivation and the New Year
It takes a willing mind
To get motivated to move
From this place to that place
Not motivation in the New Year.
From the old year you just

THE LAST OPPORTUNITY.

Every opportunity
Is the last opportunity
The New Year accords us
So much to expect from
Each day is an opportunity.

And one opportunity
Is just one opportunity
That must be used well
Just one opportunity
Will create a better way forward.

Every New Year
Is a new day
To cease every opportunities
But in all these opportunities
Is just one single sling opportunities.

That must be a springboard
To bounce up so high
To the next level of greater achievement
The New Year accords you with so much
Just one shot at its opportunity.

And that one shot
Can make a whole lot of difference
If you can use it very well
Giving it all your shot
Just as if your life depends on it.

NEW YEAR’S CHALLENGE.

The year just get kick off
Just like the player on the field of play
Everyone is worming up
In getting ready for the
New Year’s challenge.

There will be a whole lot of ball game
So much drama with season movies
So get ready and prepared enough
To be part of the history record holder
Because is the New Year’s challenge

Help people that you know
They cannot help you back
Do all you can to stay afloat
When life comes calling on a hard note
New year’s challenge.

A NEW YEAR LIKE NO OTHER.

Look out there
The dawn is has landed
The dusk of the last year
Has gone with the winds and time
A new year like no other.

The wind blows so softly
The rainbow has appeared
The beauty at it horizon
The great landscape so looking beautiful
Good morning is a new beautiful year.

Is a new year to look forward to
Forget yesterday because
Is a new year like no other
With hope and great things
Because is a new dawn.

Of greater you
In a great dimension
A new year like no other year
You have ever lived all your life
So let today be a new page.

To write the past years
You’ve ever lived for
So expect great things
A new door of opportunities
To open for one and all.

NEW YEAR WITH CHALLENGES.

The world awaits you
As the dawn is ticking
Like the droplet of water
Dishing into the bucket
Dashing against the nature soil.

Just as the sun that rises
And set and is been seen
In every south pole of the earth
So likewise the New Year
New year with challenges.

Nothing seems to be new
In the new year as everytjing
Still remains the same
From the road we walk and drive on
Nothing seems new under the sun.

The new year won’t come
On a smooth ride
There will be speed bums
That we slow us down
As the new year begins.

The year will pass
Us with so much challenges
On our plate but we must
Be prepared to meet up with the
New Year with challenges.

THE DREAMS UNTOLD.

The future is past ahead
So many things left undone
And the time is ticking
Little by little the hours are adding up
To the dreams yet unfold and untold.

Unto us in our heart
A dream is conceive
Captivated in its purest form
A light that sparks up
So many a heart of hope.

Where dreams meets inspiration
Where every miles is crossed
Where moment swept by
Where every things seems to matter
The dreams untold.

Lies within our heart
The yarning for an ambition
To birth into reality
Yet the light that lights our path
In chasing that just one dream.

We kept at it
We forge headlong with it
We never looked back
We never falter but

Will chase the dream come what may