Mr. Earnest

Mr. Earnest got entangled with dishonest
How ironic she was trying to earn a nest
They say life is bitch and she wears a dress
Before you fail her test, I suggest you listen to Mr. Earnest

She told me she was suffering from infertility
So I gave in to the cravings
Weekday afternoons at my place
Weekends at her place

It was so beautiful and simple
No emotions attached, like I was single
We do not go on dates but we do movie nights
We cuddle with a little bit of foreplay to stir up an appetite

I later found out she has a man
I was just a friend that could satisfy her romance
I did not care because I found out while deep in her trench
She always take me high up the mountain before releasing an avalanche

Funny it started up as a one night stand
The usual take care of business and scram
But this time around things didn’t go as planned
“They say when you go black you never go back”…I fell victim to my own card

We rehearsed a couple—many times to perfection
A faithful morning she woke me up to tell me she was pregnant
You must be kidding because that kid cannot be mine
We agreed, in fact you told me you could not conceive a child

Do not tell me to be responsible if what we have started off with a lie
I knew I should have ended it, the moment I knew you had a guy
But you trapped me in your box and seduced me with your charming eyes
I have told you once, I won’t again “I am not having a child”

You lied to me and cheated on him
You broke his heart and left him for me like it was nothing
Now you have the guts to say ‘you want us to start something’
There was never a thing to start, embrace this as our ending

Call me Mr. Earnest
I am never dishonest about being honest
Truth be told, despite the fun, I have been wanting to end this
We held a good friendship and you ruined it

Mr. Earnest got entangled with dishonest
How ironic she was trying to earn a nest
They say life is bitch and she wears a dress
Before you fail her test, I suggest you take a lesson from Mr. Earnest

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Abhor

‘Keep your friends close and enemies closer’
This quote requires a holster
No bullet nor gun, it is self triggered
Not your back nor front, in your shadow they whisper

Hate has its tone
So ignorant it seats on a throne
Ironically it looks innocent when alone
Give it light and it will devour your bones

The dark usually come at your mercy
It seduces you to think you are worthy
It is salty so it feeds you salt until you are thirsty
The moment you reach for water is when it begins to taste victory

Hate, they say speaks for savages
Behind that ambush of a white smile
Is a dark director that call scenes
Skip an act and you will fall on your knees

Your pain will bring them joy
Your tears will give them smiles
Your sorrow will give them satisfaction
Your death will give them life

You are not a fuel to one’s insecurity
Rather their hate should be a fuel to your prosperity
Life is but negative depending on your mentality
The choices you make would always shape your personality

‘Keep your friends close and enemies closer’
This quote requires a holster
No bullet nor gun, it is self triggered
Not your back nor front, in your shadow they whisper

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Victim Cry(s)

A goal achieved is a goal defined 

They turn a blind eye to our victim cry 

Our innocence has been violated a countless times

And they expect us to keep putting the past behind 

Say No, Yes I have said so 

Then what next, is that enough though ?

What else do I need to do to make them know 

But is it enough that they know ?

Before your title you were human

How difficult is it to maintain that union 

Aside from peace what did you hope to conceive 

How ironic, anti-robbery becomes freedom thieves

United we should be by the bond of nature 

Nigeria lands our home, gardens and structure

We are united by a bond that renders you my brother/sister

Rather than being my killer, what does it take from you to be my savior

I plead with the humanity that resides within you 

Listen to the victims cry, deja Vu

It happened, it is happening, it will continue until you change your attitude 

Ignorance never solved any mystery, just ask scooby doo

I plead on behalf of my fellow citizens 

The force is out of hand and needs sincere discipline 

Do not go out of line, in the name of putting us in line 

ENDSARS is not a motion, It is a race that is determined to reach its finish line

A race cannot be finished behind the finish line 

Do not turn a blind eye to the victims cry

Their citizenship has been betrayed a thousand times

How ironic that he who is to bring an end, starts a beginning that leads to his end.

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I am Alive

Fortunate but unfortunate tales remain to be told

How do you celebrate with so many deaths afloat 

Accomplished accomplishments 

That story could only be narrated as a joke 

Riddle me Nigeria at sixty

A black lady; I wonder if she looks pretty

With such disaster in her belly; I wonder if she will be happy

Despite her false CV; I guess she celebrates being guilty

To be optimistic we can celebrate being alive 

But the memories of our dead should not be out of sight

Say a prayer or two for the Heroes who laid down their lives

Nigeria after sixty, be glad to be alive

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Hands or Deck

The first 30 minutes after this will answer the title
How determined are you to complete your puzzle
Or are you too scared to be great that you would rather settle
Riddle me this — what is the title to your life’s jingle ?

They say opportunity comes but once in a lifetime
I say opportunity is one and it lasts a lifetime
The decision is yours but it is best used in your prime
Your journey might be difficult but there is no mountain too hard to climb

No one said it was going to be easy as did none say it was going to be hard
For every shuffled deck, everyone gets a different card
Would you play or complain that you were dealt a more difficult hand ?
Might it be easy nor hard only you can play your game with your own hands
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Facts of Reality

Amongst a group of people rises a king
To what reason remains at heart to explain
How could one be so bold or is he just not cut-the same

After an innocent lecture is titled your name
You hear such comments that keeps you wondering
Did we actually listen to the same lecture

“I was perplexed by the lecture”
…I couldn’t make sense out of what he said
You try to explain, but he still doesn’t understand

He will never understand because he is the perplexed
The reason you explain is because you’re the explainer
One can only exhibit who he/she is

The critic will always find something to criticize
The excuser will always find another excuse
The sleeper will always find time to sleep

Who you are can be changed with who you want to be
Psychology will tell you a simple training to the brain will do the trick
Religious scholars will tell you prayer and belief is all you need

The distinction between who you are and want to be
Is similar to that of facts and reality
The truth be it one, is your reality a fact or your fact a reality

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The Amendment

I am in a confused state
I am having mental lapses in my brain
Words of reasoning but I cannot reason straight
With age comes wisdom, I guess they have aged their wisdom

Arise o compatriots we sing
Arose are the compatriots with no compassion
They answer Nigeria’s call to steal
And serve with a selfish heart with no respite

You are to serve your fathers land
With a reminder that tomorrow you shall be buried in its sand
No matter your love, no matter your strength, no matter your faith
The labor you exercise today shall determine our tomorrows gain

Deserving we are, a nation of freedom
Yet all we are is death and poverty in abundance
Corruption is now our global badge of identity
I guess the only freedom we enjoy is the freedom to public fund looting

O God of creation
We keep asking for guidance of direction
Our leaders and youth the truth to know
We reject love and honesty while expecting to grow

Are we just living or living just
Visual truth that we made false
The only height we attain is piled on our countries loss
It is obvious we do not want peace and justice, we are content with our prideful shame
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Therapeutic Poetry

Words are given as advice
Although the best advice hardly comes in word form
Remember, he that can listen with his eyes can see the lessons of the wise
And words said can be forgotten in a blink of an eye

Repetition is perfection
One read is like a sip from an ocean
Greatness is never achieved in one station
Greatness is a by product of Repetition

Call me an uber
My ink needs a hoover
Vaccum me and inhale to be clever
This words of poetry is only for the listener

Because you read doesn’t mean you listen
Your actions do differ from that which you think
To what degree could the man in the mirror not look at you
What wisdom could there be to make the sun look like the moon

Poetry is a universal broom
The wisdom of a writer that sweeps your mental groove
words of wisdom that rhymes with your personal mood
When it doesn’t hit hard it has this sting that makes you feel good

Poetry is in you and me
This is why wisdom recides within you and me
To be confident in that is key
Always find your therapeutic wisdom in each poetry

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Me Lady

She is a lady

Not lady the polite word, but a lady with a polite heart

In a world where ladies are mostly memories

Stories told of yester-ladies or today’s grand parents

Her eyes sparks like a lightening bolt

She remains human with an angelic soul

A beauty from afar that has conquered my soul

While close her spirits ignites my whole

She is such a lady you might call her a duchess

The way she carry herself in worth you might say a princess

She is not from the House of Lords but she moves with such nobility like a peeress

She is a lady in a world where ladies are hard to come by

She is not perfect but her heart is

She has this smile that causes brain traffic

Her heart belongs to one, yet she is a person for the masses

Indeed she is selfless

A noblewoman without compromise

A humble being that could leave you breathless

One who challenges her man to maintain superb standards

She is a lady

Not lady the polite word, but a lady with a polite heart

In a world where ladies are mostly memories

Stories told of yester-ladies, she remains one of today’s finest ladies

Mean Shadow

My shadow conspired against me

I thought I could rely on it to be there for me

Despite being the closest to me

The moment darkness appears it disappear

I hear what you say about me

I understand my pain brings you joy

Or is it you’re the type that just wishes to see everyone fall

I just hope you do remember we all fall to prostrate to get closer to the Lord

Thus when you see me down do not kick me

I might fall 90 degree and you 180

He, you see on the ground has nothing to lose

For the only way forward for him is up

Compassion they say is for the weak

How weak of you to lack compassion for those off their feet

Have you forgotten when you crawled on your knees before getting on your feet

Standing above someone does not mean his defeat

The rain needs to fall for plants to grow

The more you put him down the stronger his roots grow

Beware his roots might take over yours

Thus, do not scare for what you can’t get, for you might get it rare

Every action attracts another

Should you wish good for yourself, do good

How do you wish bad on another just to feel good

To what satisfaction would you feel when there is no one to celebrate your good

This life we live is an illusion

The better you are at imagery the closer you are to success

No good image could come out of a bad heart

Not even a good image of a rotten heart

My shadow did conspire against me

But never has it wished bad nor harm towards me

Thus, why when it’s bright it perfects my imaginary

Life might be mean but you determine it’s meaning