LOSS
If life stares us through the eyes of swollen chaos, then my love, my woman, we are a courtyard of broken spirits.
THIS IS NOT ZIMBABWE
After many hearsays I could no longer wait So I visited the Zimbabwe I passed through Uke surprisingly, it's a village that looks like old Mugabe I became ensure of...
WHEN LOVE IS LOVELY
When love is lovely I soar through the air and wade through seas Knowing not sorrow nor pain I cry as baby, wagging tail like dog I swim through, graceful...
OF PEACEFUL TIMES…
..a country of a Nobel laureate for literature, yet a land of resurgent illiteracy - Prof. Niyi Osundare Death toll in our land Snatching the young and old Infrastructures on progressive...
BOBO
Every man was once a Boboor, the kid who moved to ceiling from the floor Such was once a kid who lived around my neighbourhood, he was loved by his...
GIVING AND LOVING
Give! Don't allow to be used In giving men have obtained pleasant results that act as a catalyst to their life pursuit transforming them from bitter to better Love! Flinch...