Graveyard Inflation

Nigeria where tensions are high

killing’ is a precious commodity to buy

Rest in Peace’ a myth that is Human Right

We are almost Dead

We are almost Gone 

The country will be all yours 

The land, the resources

The wealth, the riches 

Never the peace, the harmony

Our life’s are devalued

Celebrated to Death like mosquitos

Causing graveyard inflation 

We watch Death like a TV show

React to it like a TV show

How do we expect ourselves to grow




Tell me

The victim

Cast under the dark moon

Listening to the howling wolves

Silent steps moving behind the trees

Hearts are racing

“Which way to go” spirit contemplating

Voices in my head begin to scream

The Body is at shock

What a scary force

Shadows with red eyes coming at once

What sort of evil demon could this be

I count one, two, three…….

Flaps goes the bats enjoying the scene

Emotions begin to heighten as sweats drip

Which way is safe ? I could not think

Gasping for my last breaths with every blink

As they came closer

I began to see red dots on my shoulder

Soon it became red dots all over

A phantom voice reach out

Another innocent shot in plain sight

A traumatized soul that will only remember the gun sound

I smile

I smile

A feeling for life

That makes the heart go bright

I smile

Priceless like the wind

That allows the birds take flight

I smile

To caste aside my pains

I am not about to allow anything ruin my day

I smile

When I look up to the sun

It keeps telling me the future is bright

I smile

I call my brothers so we smile

I smile

Only together shall we survive

I smile

Knowing together we will live life

I am Zamfara

How soon do we forget

Few months ago you came to me for support

I gave you my love, I gave you my time with passion

You feed me with hope, you made my expectations grow

I stood in line for you, eager and ready to fight for you

I argued… I even cried for you

My Brothers, my Sisters were ready to die for you


You came to me with change

I forgot to ask, what was your range ?

I guess blind love never has a gage

Now I find myself in my darkest days

I reached out…I reach out

What have I done to deserve this route ?

You signed up to protect me

You said “I cannot be chief security”

Then why are you still in our office


I go to my home, I am dead

On my way to work, I am dead

I go to the farm, I am dead

I go to the market, I am dead

I go to school, I am dead

Our children walk outside, they are dead

Yet you cruise on the air,

A glass sip of orange juice with no despair

It seems, an inauguration is more important than our death

This is Just a month later! I fear the next level of our future



Cultural Imperfections

We live to learn

None stop, from day one

A purpose of survival we need to earn


Addicted to our culture

A false note given birth to by nature

The irony of hope, it sometimes lead to failure


They say perfection is a myth

Yet we are being held to that standard till death

One version of reality we despise is ‘truth’


Every culture’s nightmare is change

Thus, to be perfect, I cannot remain the same

A satire to the mind can only open the brain


Folk Tale

Free as a bird

I can, I will, I tried

One will think I got tired

Silence is gold

Peace that was told

A piece of truth that they stole

The old is wise

The revolution need – be televised

A means of control that – be lies

The future is near

That brings a man’s heart to fear

Crumbling like the lion is there

How the mighty has fallen

Like some greats that crumbled

The mountains shall never tumble

Free as a bird

I can, I will, I tried

One will think I got tired

February 16th

Oh Yes, democracy

What a saint title for hypocrisy

I mean 51% a vote gains victory

Is that democracy or majority rule sympathy

No test of knowledge, nor sense of morality

that is why we keep repeating history

Seeking for a different result using the same method

Logically we should learn from each election

We only have ONE home and it needs protection

Don’t tell me you have no affection…

To this beautiful nation of ours that needs correction

Nigeria 2019, it is time for redemption

Close your eyes and say NO to all the temptation

United shall we stand despite our imperfections

With the Strength of the Eagle,

Dignity of our Horses,

And the Black Shield that soils our people

Let’s make February 16th, revolutionary

So as we sail forward , we sail in victory.


Good Company

Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives.

There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.

It’s amazing what you can accomplish

when you let go of or at least minimize your time with draining,



not-going-anywhere relationships.

Observe the relationships around you.

Pay attention.

Which ones lift and which ones lean?

Which ones encourage and which ones discourage?

Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?

When you leave certain people do you feel better or feel worse?

Which ones always have drama or don’t really understand, know, or appreciate you?

The more you seek quality,



peace of mind,

love and

truth around you…

The easier it will become for you to decide

who gets to sit in the front row and

who should be moved to the balcony of your life.




Day by day 

Baby steps at the bay 

One day at a time

one day you will be out of time

Today not tomorrow 

for later might be sorrow 

I can I will

Regardless the blood & sweat I spill

Discipline is a motto 

Lets paint it as 2019 The Photo

Negativity will always linger 

A fuel that makes the brave stronger

26 years they had Nelson Mandela 

A determined soul shall always prosper 

1 mouth & 2 Ears, probability says it all

Ye that is wise, knows ye does not know it all

but Ye that is dumb does not know, ye does not know at all.