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. 

GREAT THINGS FROM SMALL PLACES.

The road not taken
The path not cleared
The tides keep flowing
Ocean current way up so high
Great things from small places.

It is possible to do
Great things from small place
It doesn't matter you start big
The size of your audience
Should not deters you from performing.

Because a dream born in a mold house today
Will be birthed in a mansion tomorrow
If only you keep at it
Work towards it
Brave up to brace up with challenges.

If you have to do
Great things from some place
You must stretch beyond limitation
Average shouldn't be what you settle for
From a local champion to an international champion.

Only if only
You're ready to take on the world
Don't see your locality as a limited factor
But see it as the starting point
Where great things are done from a small place.

DAYS OF TRENDS.

We live in the days
Of where so much trend
Are taking place every seconds
A trend is drop of this and that
And the religious houses are not left out.

But trend for stupidity
As common sense is not common anymore
And the trends goes on and on over again
Each break of each day as moment flys subtly
A new form of trend is born and showcasing as well.

Days of trends
Miracle are been broadcasted
Religious leaders turning celebrity
As each one wants to outsmart
Their colleagues in ministry.

Miracles are been showcase
Charity works are been televised and advertise as well
But must you showcase the healing miracle
Of what motive behind these act
Many has turn the all powerful prayer houses.

We are all living in the last days
In the days of trending advertisement
The world is really passing away
At the speed of light life is faking out
Days of trends.

A LETTER TO MY BOYS.

Dear boys
This world you see
Is made up of all human beings
As it takes all sorts of people
To make the world.

Inside this same world
There is something we call society
This same society determines
The fiber of our being and existence
So be careful on how you trade this path.

Society come knocking at your door one day
And sell some life myth to you
On how you as a boy
Should live and conduct yourself
At this point be careful.

Dear boy child
The society will sell to you
That they frown at a boy who cries
As they label crying as a sign
Of a weakly man.

That boys are made of stone
And shouldn’t show their emotion
Nor express their feelings
When hurt, cheated on and abuse hmm
Nor use despitefully.

Dear boy child
Make sure you express yourself
Fully enough if crying cry
If saying it out of that which bothers you say it
Because a lot of boys go to bed alive and wakeup dead.

Been emotional
Never and will never make you weak
Expressing yourself never make you
Less of a man that you are
Dear boy child.

Never negotiate
Your sanity for anything
your peace of mind
is your price possession never throw it away
This is a heartfelt letter to you son.

HEAL THE WORLD.

How are you? Yes you
Fulfilling that word up there above
Heal the world
Becoming an agent of healing

To many who are so wondered by life.

The world will are live in today

It is filled with so many things happening

From the way human has lost sympathy 

Of that human feelings toward people around

Will must do all we can to heal the world.

Many have lost hope in life

That the world never seems 

To be home again as they have become

Strangers in their own home

Will all are losing the essence of our existence.

Now we are nearly barely living 

As life has served us with a card

Will never bargain for or think about

That ointment of balm of glean 

That heals the wounded heart that has slipped off our hand.

Now in our palm we carry the dagger 

That stabbed so many behind their back

Now our tongues are full of deceitful words

Slandering every possible person you find around

Treating your fellow human-less to an animal.

Will need to heal the world

There is nothing like seating on the fence

There is nothing like folding hands here

Will must arise is a call a national call

To HEAL THE WORLD spread love and heal the world.

DON'T GET HIT ON THE FAST LANE OF LIFE.

Life we come and go
Imitation we fade someday
The ones pressuring you also go
Then you'll be left with your life
Be sure you're never caught unaware.

Life comes with different types of card
The end game determines
The way you play your cards
And when you lose you've lost
A whole lot ahead of your life.

People we come and go
Their influence
Will make or mire your life
That only when you travel
With their own compass at their pace.

Before you realize it
It hits you in a blink of an eye
Boom! You have just got hit
On the fast lane of life
Alas! You miss your track.

And wonder far away
To the track that isn't yours
All in the name of doing the bidding of the people
You forsake yourself and go with the crowd.

WE HAVE LOST THE SENSE OF LIVING.

Our world is fading out
We are gradually losing it
As we chase the trend of social media
In trying to fit into what is not
While long we have forgotten ourselves.

In this street called the internet
As the trends of the internet
Has made many lost their identity
As the clinched to clamoring of normalcy
They sold their real identity.

We have lost the sense of living
When we start chasing the life
That we are not born to live
All in the name of flowing with the trend
Of society in chase of living our life

For the comment of social media
For the likes of IG, Twitter, Tiktalk
LinkedIn and we forget we got no link
At all linking us to our own life
As we all chase towards fitting into normalcy.

We tend to all social media
Dictate the direction of our life
Private and public our life
Are been govern by the society
We found ourselves clamoring for belonging.

The church on the other hand too
Decide and chose the direction
With their manmade church administration
Of our existence as long ago
We have lost our sense of living.

As we seek validation from online folks
While long we lost our value
As our worth are fast depreciated
All because we don't get the likes
And comment of social media space.

LIGHT A CANDLE

The world is filled with darkness
Darkness of hate and unfair treatment
Glooms here and there at every turn
That we don’t know whom to trust again
In the hours of darkness

Be light while the darkness prevail
Be a source of joy to the one
Whose in pain brighten the corner where you are
No matter little it maybe be the light
In the hours of darkness

Let its flame burn brighter
Never let your light go dim
Be the hero where others
Are playing the sheep
Reach out the candle

Take it hold it up high
Just take the candle go light your world
So when you light a candle
And see it glow
And you watch it dance

In your heart of heart
You’ll know that I
Would never leave you
Even when you feel so blue
Today go light a candle in the hours of darkness

STATE OF THE NATION: HOW DID WE GET HERE?!

Am not here to fan the fan of fear nor hate
Nor to create a chaos out of the ones
We already have on ground in the land
But am here to awaken some resonance
Of the question, how do we get here?

Neither am here to pour insult
On the fresh injury on a long wound
That we have nurse that refuses to heal
There is a lot going on in this country
That seeks urgent attention

We’ve talked and talk still talking
But for ages past no answer no action
Corruption is one of the menace
That we now take it as the air we breathe
In and out administrations come and go

Looting after looting ensue
If we keep folding our hands and look on
In another direction with the feeling 

It doesn’t concern me
Some day the treasury will be empty
Inflation we ensue 

Everything will crumble down

Then we wallow in endless borrowing
Plunging the generation unborn
Into generational debt servicing
And the trend goes on and on
How do we get here?

Many years ago 

We live in affluent of resources
No shady practices and dealings

As everyone is ready to serve
With the vision of what 

One can do for his country
The GDP was doing fine 

And every sector working well
But how far today

How do we get here?

Until we get all these fix up
We won’t get it right at all
No blame game…no complain
Enough of seating down on a round table
Talking for so long 

Without concrete result and action

Look back to the Confab of past years
That was stage 

How far has it gone 

Was it implemented well enough
Wasted resources, time and tax payers’ money
It has gotten to a decay state…what a state?
How do we get here?

How do we get to this point?
Where things has so decayed
Like a rotten tomato corpse 

Polluting the land
Spending the labours of our founding fathers
In an extravagant spending

Not for the land of our motherland
But for a selfish motivated motive
Drunk with the intoxicated wine
Of power, greed, nepotism, corruption
And utmost uncareless heart for the land
How do we get here?

NO LONGER A SLAVE TO SOCIETY

You’ve live so long here
Birthed and groomed here
You became the street…fall in love with the street
Society got at you a close so close grip on you
Becoming liken to the society in which you live in

You want to be in everyone’s list
Just in everyone lips becoming household names
Making headlines playing the nice person to society
While long you have forgotten the kind of person you are

From dawn to dusk society helds you at ransom

Locked up in the prison of society not your real self
Within the confine of the same society you exist in
As your existence is in dedicate to such a society
You are not a free born in your land anymore where you were born
A slave to society you become

Wearing the mask of what society wants you to be
Forsaking your real self like a book that left the shelf
While long the footstep is long gone like a candle in the wind
Your real self die long ago while you took the self of society bidings
You’ve gone to that city a slave to the society you live in

A day came you see yourself in the mirror of yourself
Your mind cast back to those days when you where yourself
You’re filled with bitterness because the holds of society has ruin you
Has made you drift away from your real self the mask you wore fall
No longer slave to society

You came to the point of coming to yourself
You broke the chains of society in pieces to have your peace
You shout the shout of pain of what society has made you go through for long
You look around and found you have been held captive for long these years
No longer slave to society

Is time to break the chains and pains
Of what the society has brought on you for long
And begin to live the life you where given not what the society gives you
Break the chains and come out strong and say with boldness and courage
No longer a slave to society