NIGERIA AT 52 YEARS 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 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.

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.

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.

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.