Like a misled adventurer in search of the Golden Fleece,
On this path, Nigeria was made to venture
As concocted by the pleasure of her colonial masters.
As the hey days of tribulation beckoned,
She was strengthened with passion and agility to endure.
But as her offspring cohered their aggressions
The Union Jack came to reckon!
Behold- as Nigeria admiringly embraced liberation!
Independence - the virginity of Nigeria
Crowned the labors of her heroes past
But she was backstabbed by ruthless despots of the time,
While basking in the euphoria of her virginity!
Alas!
Eclipsed in the shackles of Corruption,
The aroma of hope and suffering filled our hungry hearts.
Only must we brace ourselves for oppression
As being deprived of our National Cake,
Tumbling down the gullets of our political liars,
We must our destiny remake
Before this rain of hope finally fades!
Nigeria at 52 years after, still on the journey,
A journey retarded by her daunting infant democracy
Compromised by those masked in shadows,
Who have tainted the honor in her bone marrow!
What an illusioned state we nourished!
Today we stand feebly as one
Our foes in merriment and mockery-
Where does our pasture lay?
©2012.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
DAMN THIS SITE
Damn this site!
And your seductive signs
That keep me glued to your side
And oblivious of the time
I've wasted in your confine.
Damn this site!
For everything I've
Seems lost in the mist of time
Due to your guise
Of social vibe.
Damn this site!
And it's hype
Even the lads
And the guyz
Become entangle
Like a stripe
To the major's arm.
Damn this site!!
My freedom I must prise
Out of this site
And make hay while the sun shines.
And your seductive signs
That keep me glued to your side
And oblivious of the time
I've wasted in your confine.
Damn this site!
For everything I've
Seems lost in the mist of time
Due to your guise
Of social vibe.
Damn this site!
And it's hype
Even the lads
And the guyz
Become entangle
Like a stripe
To the major's arm.
Damn this site!!
My freedom I must prise
Out of this site
And make hay while the sun shines.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
WE ARE HERE AGAIN
We are here again in our multitudes;
Rich, poor, men and women, matched to the polls
Poised to exercise our rights
We stand outside the brimming sun;
As it beats the hairy and bald headed.
We are here again
Our muscles weakened out
With stretch marks of hunger slapping our backs
A thing to show for our leaders abandonement
Which aggravates our predicaments.
Now we must prove our essence
As power rests with the electorates.
We are here again
In hopeful hopelessness
To put an end to politics of wits
And make way for politics of ideals.
We are here again
Greeted by a dawn of new day
To cripple the uncivilized rule
Even our soar throats mumur in desperation for change
To rescue our nation from iminent doom.
We are here again
Even as the rain pours on us
Clapping the roof of our hearts.
Oh we are here again
Though our future lies at stake
Still we shall sing on-
A song of change.
©2012.
Rich, poor, men and women, matched to the polls
Poised to exercise our rights
We stand outside the brimming sun;
As it beats the hairy and bald headed.
We are here again
Our muscles weakened out
With stretch marks of hunger slapping our backs
A thing to show for our leaders abandonement
Which aggravates our predicaments.
Now we must prove our essence
As power rests with the electorates.
We are here again
In hopeful hopelessness
To put an end to politics of wits
And make way for politics of ideals.
We are here again
Greeted by a dawn of new day
To cripple the uncivilized rule
Even our soar throats mumur in desperation for change
To rescue our nation from iminent doom.
We are here again
Even as the rain pours on us
Clapping the roof of our hearts.
Oh we are here again
Though our future lies at stake
Still we shall sing on-
A song of change.
©2012.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
MESSENGERS OF DOOM
What a heartless heart you posses!
Digging deep into the purview of our blossomness
Without conscience of the aftermath you caused
To this little fragile generations
Our days shadowed with uncertainties
As we glimmer in hopeless trepidation
We know not when you'll embark on your hunting spree
Or who next you'll hunt to the hungry grave
For us to lay lo in preparation.
Like a trailing shadow behind
Still apprehensive of your scar lately
Where we matched to confine of bereavement
As shattered into the circle of desolation
Of our loved ones kissing the world goodbye.
Oh wicked messengers of doom
Parading our lives like flume
With endless plaguing threshold
Many say they are signs of end time
And now we know what it's like.
- In the spirit of the passing away of the four ALUU students. May the soul of the departed rest in peace.
Digging deep into the purview of our blossomness
Without conscience of the aftermath you caused
To this little fragile generations
Our days shadowed with uncertainties
As we glimmer in hopeless trepidation
We know not when you'll embark on your hunting spree
Or who next you'll hunt to the hungry grave
For us to lay lo in preparation.
Like a trailing shadow behind
Still apprehensive of your scar lately
Where we matched to confine of bereavement
As shattered into the circle of desolation
Of our loved ones kissing the world goodbye.
Oh wicked messengers of doom
Parading our lives like flume
With endless plaguing threshold
Many say they are signs of end time
And now we know what it's like.
- In the spirit of the passing away of the four ALUU students. May the soul of the departed rest in peace.
MESSENGERS OF DOOM
What a heartless heart you posses!
Digging deep into the purview of our blossomness
Without conscience of the aftermath you caused
To this little fragile generations
Our days shadowed with uncertainties
As we glimmer in hopeless trepidation
We know not when you'll embark on your hunting spree
Or who next you'll hunt to the hungry grave
For us to lay lo in preparation.
Like a trailing shadow behind
Still apprehensive of your scar lately
Where we matched to confine of bereavement
As shattered into the circle of desolation
Of our loved ones kissing the world goodbye.
Oh wicked messengers of doom
Parading our lives like flume
With endless plaguing threshold
Many say they are signs of end time
And now we know what it's like.
- In the spirit of the passing away of the four ALUU students. May the soul of the departed rest in peace.
Digging deep into the purview of our blossomness
Without conscience of the aftermath you caused
To this little fragile generations
Our days shadowed with uncertainties
As we glimmer in hopeless trepidation
We know not when you'll embark on your hunting spree
Or who next you'll hunt to the hungry grave
For us to lay lo in preparation.
Like a trailing shadow behind
Still apprehensive of your scar lately
Where we matched to confine of bereavement
As shattered into the circle of desolation
Of our loved ones kissing the world goodbye.
Oh wicked messengers of doom
Parading our lives like flume
With endless plaguing threshold
Many say they are signs of end time
And now we know what it's like.
- In the spirit of the passing away of the four ALUU students. May the soul of the departed rest in peace.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
THE MAGNIFICENT GOD
I knelt down in the presence of your Lordship
Honour and praises I atoned in your worship
Though the land is dining in hardship
In the face of misharps, I'll always worship.
A sinner is not worthy of your forgiveness
Yet, you stretched your hands in loving-kindness
A magnificent God indeed!
Who brought us from our misdeeds.
Oh Great Father in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
In the wake of men of the underworld
My eyes fixed heavenwards.
Though poverty-stricken, disunity amongst brothers,
And sisthers
But your mercy is sufficient for all
What a magnificent God!
In your light, we shine.
Honour and praises I atoned in your worship
Though the land is dining in hardship
In the face of misharps, I'll always worship.
A sinner is not worthy of your forgiveness
Yet, you stretched your hands in loving-kindness
A magnificent God indeed!
Who brought us from our misdeeds.
Oh Great Father in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
In the wake of men of the underworld
My eyes fixed heavenwards.
Though poverty-stricken, disunity amongst brothers,
And sisthers
But your mercy is sufficient for all
What a magnificent God!
In your light, we shine.
Friday, October 5, 2012
A SINGLE DROP OF RAIN
In the balmy air of the twilight
My body and soul adventured
With a damp which promises of rain
The hurly-burly of the city seemed to be trapped in its closet.
I stepped out from the comfort of my bed
My hands flatly stretched and as hope smiled at me
A single drop of rain fell on my hands
And it glitters like the tears of love
Those usually expressed through your eyes.
With a single drop of rain
I felt catapulted into a whirlwind of tour
A tour of fame and glory second to non
One not to return from, any sooner.
How I wish all days can be promising as this friendly weather
But life is not always rosy
While caught up in my worries
A single drop of rain can make a difference
A lasting one like the coolness of your kiss on my lips.
My body and soul adventured
With a damp which promises of rain
The hurly-burly of the city seemed to be trapped in its closet.
I stepped out from the comfort of my bed
My hands flatly stretched and as hope smiled at me
A single drop of rain fell on my hands
And it glitters like the tears of love
Those usually expressed through your eyes.
With a single drop of rain
I felt catapulted into a whirlwind of tour
A tour of fame and glory second to non
One not to return from, any sooner.
How I wish all days can be promising as this friendly weather
But life is not always rosy
While caught up in my worries
A single drop of rain can make a difference
A lasting one like the coolness of your kiss on my lips.
THE DARK CONTINENT
I travelled north, south, west and east of the world
Still I can't find the Dark Continent
If it exists, perhaps I can only decipher the meaning of the word
And hope it create the image in the heart.
In primitive era, it lived unconcious of the outside world
Until they invaded its territory-
Culture and style they inherited from it
Slavery and civilization it shook hands with
A sweetbitter story, now tales to its offsprings
Suffering and smiling, what few wise called it
To the fools,'Out of Dark Age', they herald it.
Institutions and laws were imposed
Wealth and resources were controled
Till the Dark Continent lost its interest
Then the outside world left it in distress.
Of course, in the dark age they met it.
Dark Continent-Striving to see the light shine on it
Forgetting its shadow will always trail behind.
Still I can't find the Dark Continent
If it exists, perhaps I can only decipher the meaning of the word
And hope it create the image in the heart.
In primitive era, it lived unconcious of the outside world
Until they invaded its territory-
Culture and style they inherited from it
Slavery and civilization it shook hands with
A sweetbitter story, now tales to its offsprings
Suffering and smiling, what few wise called it
To the fools,'Out of Dark Age', they herald it.
Institutions and laws were imposed
Wealth and resources were controled
Till the Dark Continent lost its interest
Then the outside world left it in distress.
Of course, in the dark age they met it.
Dark Continent-Striving to see the light shine on it
Forgetting its shadow will always trail behind.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
NIGERIA AT 52YEARS AFTER
Like a misled adventurer in search of the golden fleece
On this path, Nigeria was made to venture
As concocted by the pleasure
of her colonial masters
As the hey days tribulation beckoned
She was strengthened with passion and agility to endure
But as her offsprings cohered their
aggressions
And Union Jack came to reckon
Behold- as Nigeria admiringly embraced liberation!
Independence- the virginity of Nigeria
Crowned the labours of her heroes past
But while basking in her virginity euphoria
Was stabbed aback by ruthless despots of the time.
Alas!
Eclipsed in the shackles of Corruption-
The aroma of hope and suffering filled our hungry hearts.
Only must we brace ourselves for oppression
As being deprived of our national cake
Wallowing down the gullet of our political liars
Our destiny only we must make
Before this rain of hope finally fades.
Nigeria at 52 years after, still on the journey
A journey retarded by her infant democracy daunting
Perhaps compromised by the masked shadows-
who have tainted the honour in her bone marrow.
What an illusional state we nourished
A result of the looming storm that flourished!
Today we stand feebly as one
Our foes in merriment
and mockery-
Where do our pasture lies?
-
In the spirit of the celebration of 'Nigeria's 52 years Independence' from Union Jack.
By Michael Showunmi
Written- 28th August, 2012.
©2012.
Co-edited by- Michael Showunmi & Akolawole Shoremi
On this path, Nigeria was made to venture
As concocted by the pleasure
of her colonial masters
As the hey days tribulation beckoned
She was strengthened with passion and agility to endure
But as her offsprings cohered their
aggressions
And Union Jack came to reckon
Behold- as Nigeria admiringly embraced liberation!
Independence- the virginity of Nigeria
Crowned the labours of her heroes past
But while basking in her virginity euphoria
Was stabbed aback by ruthless despots of the time.
Alas!
Eclipsed in the shackles of Corruption-
The aroma of hope and suffering filled our hungry hearts.
Only must we brace ourselves for oppression
As being deprived of our national cake
Wallowing down the gullet of our political liars
Our destiny only we must make
Before this rain of hope finally fades.
Nigeria at 52 years after, still on the journey
A journey retarded by her infant democracy daunting
Perhaps compromised by the masked shadows-
who have tainted the honour in her bone marrow.
What an illusional state we nourished
A result of the looming storm that flourished!
Today we stand feebly as one
Our foes in merriment
and mockery-
Where do our pasture lies?
-
In the spirit of the celebration of 'Nigeria's 52 years Independence' from Union Jack.
By Michael Showunmi
Written- 28th August, 2012.
©2012.
Co-edited by- Michael Showunmi & Akolawole Shoremi
Saturday, September 15, 2012
IN THE GRIP OF PAIN
In a blink of the eye, everything changes
My body and soul felt weak
And powerless without you
As it ceded me to the grip of pain.
The grip of pain like an arrow
It strucked me straight into the heart, so narrow!
You told me you’ll never leave
How could I have not seen it coming?
Your absence have shattered my dreams
And enveloped me in the confines of pain and grief.
What happened to the great memories?
Of the sweet moments of our love melodies
Now you leave me in the grip of pain
A tune only I have to dance to.
Your absence took me by shock
With only pain and agony to weigh up against luck
My freedom from pain I have to prise out
With a watchword; once bitten twice shy!
My body and soul felt weak
And powerless without you
As it ceded me to the grip of pain.
The grip of pain like an arrow
It strucked me straight into the heart, so narrow!
You told me you’ll never leave
How could I have not seen it coming?
Your absence have shattered my dreams
And enveloped me in the confines of pain and grief.
What happened to the great memories?
Of the sweet moments of our love melodies
Now you leave me in the grip of pain
A tune only I have to dance to.
Your absence took me by shock
With only pain and agony to weigh up against luck
My freedom from pain I have to prise out
With a watchword; once bitten twice shy!
ART OF POETRY
Bitter or sweet, it all begins from the heart
My thoughts, my feelings, creates an image within
Like a secret longing to be revealed through a medium
It remains unknown to the universe.
In the agony of my deep thoughts
Nature smiled at me, and it glistened like the sunset
Definitely, a new hope is born
The hope to share my thoughts in writing
A poetic work of Art.
A poetic work of Art
There you can reach my thoughts
So beautiful, it reflects the heart
A ‘Priceless’ tool that can’t be bought.
With the power of Art
I’ll effect change
Where poetry leads
I’ll follow!
My thoughts, my feelings, creates an image within
Like a secret longing to be revealed through a medium
It remains unknown to the universe.
In the agony of my deep thoughts
Nature smiled at me, and it glistened like the sunset
Definitely, a new hope is born
The hope to share my thoughts in writing
A poetic work of Art.
A poetic work of Art
There you can reach my thoughts
So beautiful, it reflects the heart
A ‘Priceless’ tool that can’t be bought.
With the power of Art
I’ll effect change
Where poetry leads
I’ll follow!
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
OPPORTUNITIES
A dawn of a new day begins
An extra day for man to solve the puzzles of life
Abound around him are opportunities, begging to be exploited.
The exploits of which its outcome is uncertain
Why? Because some are real opportunities, and some are the opposite.
So I guess life is like skating on a thin ice
So dicey, yet man have to take up different opportunities,
Of course I mean those he can recognise..
Hmm... How unfair life could be, Showering us with Opportunities, So encrypt that man is face with the challenges of recognising them..
In that case, only the wise ones get the best use of opportunities.
Are you willing to let that great opportunity slip out of your grasp?
If you do, well you might as well have lost it forever
Opportunities will come and go, but the ones exploited will always stay.
Opportunities- abundant yet, seem convoluted!
Thanks for stopping by!
An extra day for man to solve the puzzles of life
Abound around him are opportunities, begging to be exploited.
The exploits of which its outcome is uncertain
Why? Because some are real opportunities, and some are the opposite.
So I guess life is like skating on a thin ice
So dicey, yet man have to take up different opportunities,
Of course I mean those he can recognise..
Hmm... How unfair life could be, Showering us with Opportunities, So encrypt that man is face with the challenges of recognising them..
In that case, only the wise ones get the best use of opportunities.
Are you willing to let that great opportunity slip out of your grasp?
If you do, well you might as well have lost it forever
Opportunities will come and go, but the ones exploited will always stay.
Opportunities- abundant yet, seem convoluted!
Thanks for stopping by!
Friday, September 7, 2012
CHANCES
I can't but imagine what this day has to offer
With a day so cold as an ice Perhaps the cold was intensified by the morning dew
Even the birds can't help but sing to my ears.
Boys and girls are set for school The working class must meet up with time
And here I'm in this murky room While I dash my chances of a lifetime.
Suddenly, the sun peeked at me from behind the cloud
I need not anyone to tell me my chances are bright
But to seize them and hope my labours are crowned
Coz I took my chances right.
Day and Night I'll pray
Hardwork they say pays
In faith I'll work my way
To see my chances pave way.
With a day so cold as an ice Perhaps the cold was intensified by the morning dew
Even the birds can't help but sing to my ears.
Boys and girls are set for school The working class must meet up with time
And here I'm in this murky room While I dash my chances of a lifetime.
Suddenly, the sun peeked at me from behind the cloud
I need not anyone to tell me my chances are bright
But to seize them and hope my labours are crowned
Coz I took my chances right.
Day and Night I'll pray
Hardwork they say pays
In faith I'll work my way
To see my chances pave way.
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