SOMEBODY OPEN THE DOOR FOR YOU.

Am writing to your conscience
And if your conscience is not connecting
Then there is a problem with your conscience
Will are all a gift and beneficiary of success
Yes I believe there is a room for hard work.

But the question here is this
Is success really earned or is given?
Success can be earn but is much more given than it’s earn
Don’t let anyone deceive that they made it all alone
Somebody open the door for you.

That is why you are here
Somebody helped you
And give you the gift of experience
Somebody mentor you and open the door for you
Self-made billionaire my foot.

Stop misleading people
With your story of how you single handedly made it
All alone by yourself someone gave it to you
Don’t and stop deceiving people
Today be that person who open door for others.

FIXING THE POLICY AND REFORMS.

As we go again towards another democracy day
The tinted question that many are shying away from
Is are we really democrat in all our dealings
From the policy that governs the affairs of our nation
To the laws and regulation rolled out every now and then.

Do the masses really matters at all
What are the people saying?
Do they even have the fair hearing?
How about their constitutional right of freedom of speech
Are they not living in fear of speaking their mind?

Every now and then each administration
Comes into office rolling out this reform and that reform
But the reform never leave the environment of ink and paper
It dies down there and yet nothing is working
Our policy isn’t working at all not in favour of the masses.

As a nation will need good policy
That will go round to favour everyone
Not just a policy in favour of the rule or ruling party
But to the citizens of the state and the nation at large
Only then will can have a nation that is working.

Fixing the policy and reforms
Before the policy must work well to its effects
There must be a followed tailored policy
Towards a working policy and reforms
If our nation will truly live out to its name a working nation.

NIGERIA: A NATION ON THE SOPTLIGHT.

One nation bound in freedom peace and unity

Bound in freedom not chain in bondage

Not bound by banditry from an unknown gun men

Who’s got faces but our leaders are so insensitive

As they lack the security measure to track down this faceless people they call it.

 

Upon which the citizens are not living at peace

In their land homeland becomes a nightmare

To live in right there in their homeland

Becoming stranger in their own motherland

Nigeria a nation on the spotlight.

 

To build a nation where peace and justice shall reign

For so long peace has left the nation’s shore

Its security systems are broken lack good network security system

Justice isn’t for all anymore as the judiciary is so so corrupt 

Only the big money can get justice in our nation.

 

What a pity on a nation referred to as the giant of Africa

Now living like grasshopper of that same continent called Africa

Leaders are siphoning the resources meant for all to personal gain

Nigeria a nation on the spotlight yet will say we’re doing well

And yet the nation is groaning in pain and abject want poverty.

ARE WILL INDEPENDENT OR DEPENDENT?

Today marks a great in our nation
Our nation is at the stage of yet
Marking another day another years
Of freedom from been rule
By colonial leader and her dedicates.

Being free is been able to stand on your own
Being free is the ability to do something at your own pace
Freedom is what brings greater opportunity
To really stand on your feet and get things going
But on this day as will mark this great let’s ask ourselves.

Are will independent or dependent
Yet our leaders still go around
Borrowing so much to run the country
After the fund generated within
Was embezzled spend without not been accounted for.

Are will really independent
To stand alone in taking care of our needs
And maintaining a great soverienity
Within the boarders of our nation
From each state to state.

Yet will call ourselves independent
But we are still depending on every little things
That we can take care of in our own state
Without not to go out to source for this and that
I leave you with this question dependent or independent.

A NATION IS DYING.

Each day
Each moment
Each Election Day exercises
From one Democracy day and independent day celebration
Our nation is getting worse than ever before.

Things are getting out of hand day by day
A nation is dying and yet will say we are making progress
But to what end is this kind of progress
Are will talking about here.

Is a progress twitted towards
The insurgency in our land of all manner of sort
For the insecurity in our land to the unknown gun men
While we all know this gun men occupying our land
But wait don’t will all say we are a sovereign state.

If truly we are what we call ourselves sovereign state
Then while will strangers of unknown gun men and banditry
Terrorizing our nation and will do less to nothing about it
Yet will go on and start saying we are when we are not as a nation.

And as a people who don’t know what will are saying
Our home is no longer home
Will have become strangers in our homeland
A nation is dying yet will say we are living
Living amidst a dead system of government.

TOWARDS A WORKING COUNTRY.

Our home our nationality
Our country our nation
Our leaders our people
Our native land our mother land
Towards a working country.

For one and all
Everyone ruled or rule
Each one deserve a better country
Upon which everything is working
For the common man on the street.

Bad governance has retard
The progress of this country for so long
Our nation is bedridden of the ill-leaders
That has led this nation to where it is today
And corruption is eaten deeply day in and day out.

Towards a working country
Where the justice system is upholding the law
In its entirety everything is working as it ought to be
Toward a good federal system of government
For you and me in all aspect and sector of this nation.

OKADA STORIES: SPEED AND SURVIVAL.

 

Through Lagos streets the okada flies
Dodging traffic beneath the skies
Carrying hopes from dawn till night
Through every jam they find the light
Survival whispered in weary eyes

Ojota to Yaba the engines roar
Lekki to Mushin the riders explore
Rain or shine the hustle stays
Risking it all through winding ways
Lagos keeps calling them back for more

The wind becomes their faithful friend
Every shortcut a means to bend
Faster than time they chase their bread
With countless tales the city has fed
Okada men ride till journeys end

Oh Lagos your stories are paved with speed
Your people ride hard to meet their need
Survival etched in the turning wheel
A restless spirit the streets reveal
Okada stories are Lagos creed.

WHEN THE TRAFFIC BECOMES A CLASSROOM

 

In Lagos the traffic holds the day
Horns and shouts become the play
Children sell books between the cars
Drivers learn patience under the stars
Lessons are taught in a different way.

From Ojuelegba bridge to Lekki lane
The road becomes a place of gain
Vendors preach the gospel of survive
Every minute a struggle to stay alive
Lagos writes wisdom in the pain.

Danfo drivers teach speed and chance
Conductors chant a daily dance
The market woman shows how to bend
The hustler learns how not to end
Lagos speaks in a moving trance.

Oh Lagos your traffic is more than delay
It teaches the poor to find a way
It molds the strong in endless heat
It keeps the city on restless feet
In your jam the future learns to stay.

THE STREET VENDOR’S ANTHEM.

In Lagos mornings, the cries begin
“Pure water!” “Gala!” voices ring
Under the sun or in pouring rain
Vendors sing through struggle and pain
Each shout a song, survival’s hymn.

From Ojota markets to Surulere’s street
Hustle and sweat in the burning heat
Balancing trays with unwavering pride
Children and mothers walking side by side
Lagos moves to the vendor’s beat.

The danfo honks, the bridges shake
Yet vendors push on, make or break
Selling hope with every call
Chasing dreams though pockets small
In Lagos, no effort goes to waste.

Oh, Lagos, your vendors tell the tale
Of courage that thrives where odds prevail
Their anthem rises, bold and true
A chorus of millions breaking through
The heart of Lagos will never fail.

OJUELEGBA DREAMS, ISLAND REALITIES.

In Ojuelegba, dreams are born at dawn
Hustlers rise through the night feels long
Streetlights fade, but hope burns bright
Voices of Lagos chasing the light
Every struggle sings its song.

Ojuelegba’s streets whisper untold pain
Vendors calling in sun and rain
Danfo horns echo survival’s tune
Morning rush collides with afternoon
Lagos teaching grit again and again.

Across the bridge, the Island shines
Towers rising where ambition aligns
Lekki lights and Victoria wealth
Contrasting lives of hustle and stealth
Lagos revealing her tangled lines.

Ojuelegba dreams, Island realities meet
In Lagos, hope and hardship compete
The city of sweat, of glory, of fight
Chasing tomorrow from morning till night
Eko endures restless, yet sweet.

 

DANFO DIARIES: VOICES OF THE YELLOW BUS.

Lagos wakes with the danfo’s roar
Conductors shouting, passengers galore
Coins exchange, tempers flare
Yet laughter and struggle mingle in air
The yellow bus tells tales of more.

From Ojuelegba down to CMS
Danfo moves in chaos and endless stress
Squeezed together, strangers unite
Sharing sweat, stories, and urban fight
In Lagos, the hustle finds no rest.

Third Mainland Bridge hums with wheels
As danfo drivers spin survival’s deals
Rain or shine, the journey goes on
Every horn a chorus, dusk till dawn
Lagos survives on how the danfo feels.

Oh, Lagos, your danfo is more than a ride
It’s the city’s heartbeat, worn with pride
Voices of hustle, echoes of pain
Dreams in motion through sun and rain
Danfo diaries Lagos’ story inside.

LAGOS: THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS.

Lagos, where dawn begins before the cock crows
Horns and voices rise as the lagoon flows
Dreams chase kobo through bustling streets
Ambition and sweat in every heartbeat
A restless rhythm the whole city knows.

 

Lagos, the danfo shouts fill the air
Oshodi to Ojuelegba, hustlers everywhere
From sunrise till night, the markets roar
Each vendor’s cry is a hope for more
Survival and passion weave a daring flair.

 

Lagos, her bridges stretch wide and long
Third Mainland hums with a hustler’s song
Island towers and mainland pain
Every drop of sweat is someone’s gain
Her spirit unbroken, unyielding, strong.

 

Lagos, the city that never finds rest
Her people keep pushing, giving their best
Night becomes day, day turns to night
Still the hustle burns fierce and bright
In Lagos, the sleepless heart beats blessed.

WHEN LIFE SLICES YOU.

Who comes for you?
Is it the society?
The well-wishers
Love ones and close associates
They all come with their sledgehammer.

Each one with a court grave
Not leaving the scale of justice behind
All came out with full force at you
But who comes for you
When life slices you.

In bits or wait in pieces
And it turns out to be
A pity party sucking in that’s what they all call it
But wait, is it or does that mean it
You just left alone.

No one understands you
No one sees you
All they see are different things
And it all goes on and on
When life slices you.

But wait before you judge me
Try as much as you can to walk in shoes
What shoe, you ask me that really
You need to fit into that shoe
When life slices you...till then. 

LET GO OF TOMORROW, LIVE FULLY TODAY.

Let go tomorrow
Since you still have today
You only have today to build
On the foundation for a better tomorrow
So why not live fully today.

Live fully today
Be in the moment
Let go of tomorrow
Because the beauty of life
Is living in the moment.

And live fully and be in the presence
At all times in all ways you can
Because it matters as you can see
Let go of tomorrow and just start
Living fully today.

You have today to be all you can be
To chase the dream while the moment
Is so close here just as your nostril is
Let go of tomorrow worries and never let anxiety deprive you
From living fully today.

BREATHE. BE. BELONG: WHY THE PRESENT MOMENT MATTERS MOST.

This is the time to breathe
To be in the space where you want
To belong in the part of building process of your life
Why the present moment matters most
Just breathe. Be. Belong.

Just take a moment and breathe
The fresh air of good vibes
Sapping out the negative vibe
And get into that question
Why the present moment matters most.

The present is a gateway
To a brighter future
To prepare for tomorrow
In securing a great future ahead so
Breathe.Be.Belong.

Belong in the moment you are creating
Make sure you are in the present
Of that present moment
Because it matters most
In you creating a better presence in making it counts.

PRESENCE OVER PERFECTION: EMBRACE THE MOMENT, NOT THE PRESSURE.

Our presence matters most
In living the moment, we need it so we can
Embrace the moment not the pressure
You’ve got to let it all out
Is the presence over perfection.

Presence isn’t fighting nor
Looking for perfection
But in all is all about
Embracing the moment
Not the pressure that comes with each life’s scene.

But living to accept our presence moment
Over life pressure of what the world expect of us
But we taking out time to embrace
The moment not the pressure
Presence over perfection is what matters most.

Just exhale and take it all out
And take in the right needed
Energy and vibes that we help you see
Presence over perfection by you
Embracing the moment not the pressure.

NOW IS ALL WE TRULY OWN: THE POWER OF LIVING IN THE MOMENT.

Is dawn look out of the window
And see the sun of the day
As the dew loses its essence
In the sun of the day as it heats
And dries away the dew that falls at dawn.

Now is the time to wake up
And own the moment
Because now is all we truly own
The power of living in the moment
Is right there in your hands so make a choice.

Is either you chase the dreams
That is right there in your heart
By taking charge of each moment
Because as its comes so likewise
It comes with an opportunity
Now is all we truly own.

The power to live that life
And to come to the full
Essence of our existence
The power of living in the moment
Now is all we truly own.

THE ART OF SLOWING DOWN: FINDING JOY IN THE PRESENT.

In stillness, the world begins to breathe
Moments once blurred now softly seethe
The ticking clock no longer chases
Peace arrives in silent places
Life reveals its hidden crown.

Beneath the noise, the soul takes flight
Unrushed by dawn, unbound by night
No finish line, no race to run
Just open skies and morning sun
A chance to lay all burdens down.

The laughter lives in fleeting seconds
Joy not in what time beckons
In every breath, a sacred gift
In every pause, the soul can lift
Above the rush, beyond the sound.

So slow your steps and raise your eyes
The present holds the truest prize
Let go of what the future steals
And feel the grace the moment yields
For now is where the heart is found.

BAD COMMENTS ON SOCIAL MEDIA.

Social media has brought so many down

With hateful comments here and there 

Everyone wants to be a reporter.

People have power and they do have, 

Social media represents our mouth 

Hence it is as powerful 

As the words that leaves our mouth.

But the words and deeds been projected

On social media these days are disturbing

One words tides can break 

A soul and can depress a soul.

One picture been shared 

Can break a marriage 

Can use it to broadcast false representation 

Of their life to serve their followers.

Flaunting things they don't own in real life

Fake life makes a huge part of social media today

Today's social media everyone wants to be a reporter 

So they would rather wipe out their phone 

To record an incident or an accident 

Rather than rendering an helping hand to the victims.

Many have lost 

Jobs, relationships and family 

Because of their triecious activities 

On social media because 

Of their bad comments.

FOR EVERY JOURNEY.

There is a price to pay
And there is a prize to be won
Life will take you on a roller coaster
Just like the costa biscuit we eat
Sweet moment will come and better moment too.

Every journey there is a lesson to learn
Some moment will come tearing you apart
That teary tears will spring out from your eyes
From the pain of human's betrayal
With unfine fake affection of show of love.

Life will bring beautiful people into our life
And when we are having our moment
With this beautiful people life sends a short memo
Boom life took them away from us
Leaving us with heart break as life serves us breakfast.

Life journey happens when at the least
Will prepared for it not enough though
Life will just happen that way and life goes on
Some times on the mountain and other deep in the valley
But no matter where life got us at.

Let's embrace life's journey
And flow with it 'cos life
Moment will matters when every moment
Matters so much to us on
Life's journey moment...for every journey.

COMMERCIALIZING THE GOSPEL.

There so much trending out
About the Gospel music
One that concerns the Gospel Artist
Of commercializing their God given gift
For self motivated gain.

In this wind flying around
Is not only the Gospel Ministers
That are caught in this winds of
Commercializing the Gospel music
Even the so called pastors and churches.

Are found big time wanting
In the weighed and found wanting scenario
Every church knows how to make money
In the name of sustaining the ministry
Which is the day to day running of the church.

These activities of sustaining the church
The means are gotten from several means medium
From selling of church publication
To selling of one special items
From the water, to clothing and the list is on and on.

So before you castigate the Gospel Artist
Take deep inward look into the church itself
The men and women of God its founder
Of the same church infact everything about
The Gospel these is commercialize God save the church.

THE REBIRTH OF A NEW NATION.

The dawn breaks with echoes of hope unseen
A people once lost now rise from within
The church stands firm a guiding light
Whispers of faith ignite the fight
A nation reborn from shadows of sin.
 
Voices unite in a solemn call
Chains of the past begin to fall
A sacred fire burns bright anew
With prayers as seeds in morning dew
The land awakens to purpose all.
 
Hands are lifted hearts renewed
The gospel spreads the truth pursued
Love and justice side by side
No more darkness no more pride
A kingdom vision long subdued.
 
The church a beacon bold and true
Restoring hope with light in view
No weary soul shall walk alone
For grace and mercy make us one
A nation built on faith so new.
 
The journey starts the work is here
A sacred task so pure so clear
With every step the future bright
The church stands firm the guiding light
The rebirth of a land so dear.

SUNRISE TO SUNSET.

Just like a soft piano
Played by the pianist
On the keys of the keyboard
Each sounds so loud and hard of
Saturating the whole room.

That is how the early
The beginning of one’s life is
We come into this life
At the peak of our life
Radiating nothing but life so full to its fullest.

Our life moment was so good
That life is so beautiful at its starts
Little did we know that someday
The sunrise of our life we slide into
The sunset of our life when life is o’er.

And the curtain is drawn
The movie of our life comes to an end
As the music is placed on a period
The melodies cease to come forth
From the beautiful keys of the keyboard.

That produces the sounds of life
So sweet and smoothen the soul and mind
What a dawn from its sunrise to sunset
Our life becomes like a string that fades away
From the beautiful sounds of the keyboard.

When strikes by the keyboardist
As each key drops it sounds
Begins to fade away just like
The ear never heard of the sound anymore
Life is gone out of our bodies.

As the sunset is gone with the wind
And the sunrise of our life suddenly appear
After all has been said and done
Death comes calling at a time when the least expected
We move from the sunrise of our life into the sunset of life itself.

AI AND THE CREATIVE INDUSTRY.

In a world where technology
Is fast rising and everything
Is happening so fast
With just a code and dreams become unseen
Waving new words on a digital screen.

A silent muse it is in a human machine
Guiding the creative hands
Where art has been with just
A spark of thoughts in fields serene
It molds the words in rhythmic flow.

Each voids of the creative touch
Of a real human touch from the creative mindset
As tales untold begins to grow
Echoing voices soft yet bold
Where stories dace and ideals glow.

What a pity creative is murdered
A digital heart with beats so untrue
Human lost touch of creative intellect
Blending the past and something anew
A symphony no hands confine.

THE LITTLE THINGS OF LIFE.

Celebrate the little things of life

Always be in the moment 
Be grateful for life and things you have
Even though it might be little 
No matter how mirenute it is.

In all stand in awe of gratitude

Let your soul be grateful 

For the life itself it has 

Be greatful enough 

To let the well of gratitude spring forth.

From the inside of you 

From the within of your minds eye

From the worlds worries and cares

From the challenges life throws at us

From what life brings our way be in gratitude posture.

At all time

When things aren't going your way

And as planned by you 

Without been grateful 

You cannot progress in life.

Just one foot in front of the other

Is what you need each moment

To live in the moment of gratitude 

Make sure you find it an habit

To be grateful for the little things of life.

Be grateful enough to show gratitude 

To the Giver and Maker of that life you have

Be grateful enough to be in the place of gratitude

Life will come and go but what we make of it matters

The little things you have today be grateful for it.

A SOUND THAT PRODUCES THE MOVEMENT.

From the soft touch
Of the keyboard keys
To bringing harmonies
From the sounds of keyboard keys
With a sound that produce the movement.
 
Of birthing great hope to children
Around the world bring hope back
To the faces these kids around the world
From the cities of where these kids are found
A sound that produces the movement.
 
Was created from the touch of keys on the keyboard
That transforming lives changing life
Making everything lovely and good
Giving back life to these kids all over the world
Not just a sound but a sound that produce a movement.
 
That sound is coming from no other
Than music writers whose impact
Has made a great deal even in the midst
Of the diversity in sound and voice
I see the likes of
 
Michael Jackson to Alicia Keys
Both are the powerhouse
That have seen constantly
Giving life meaning to kids
Around the world and this is that sound.

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