STALE

I did not feel the tingle I had just finished the race But I did not feel the thrill. The exhilarating feelings that comes with winning was alien. I did not feel it I did not feel like I worth it I did not feel the tingle I had fought...

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OH! MY SWEET NIGHTINGALE

Sitting here alone, confined to my troubles Breaded by my worries that pierce through my marrows I long for an escape from these troubles that compound my worries Worries tearing through the depth of my marrows Troubles from my worries, wondering about the future… Of unborn child and the cruelty...

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ONTOP THIS HEART

Its mad here The skies portray rotten debris An awkward assembly, very sour to the chastity in Magdalene A heart is drifting away from the reach of normalcy On top this child’s heart a pebble is liquefying Tell it to the rants of the night the soulful still that pampers...

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WHO WILL ‘WADE IN’?

The struggle seems left to those daring to call for a change as the arena of intellectual dose is now a theatre to derange There the youths converge closely packed in spaceless rooms and from there they will all emerge with future laden with hopeless gloom But here each give...

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STITCH THE CRACKING WALL

Great nation, we hail thee Land where plenty meant plenty In sweat, our ancestors Built you on solid rock That you may stand firm Oh! Cronyism has Formed a crack in the wall It is no longer strong, And terrorism has helped To further the crack Great nation I salute...

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WE HAVE COME AGAIN

We have come again from the gloomy dark passing through pot-holes of smoky flames searching for a home to dwell. We have come again with our bony carcass living deads in fading caskets to eat from the barren coconut tree weeping without water in it’s womb. We have come again...

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WEAVING DOWN

Our coast is weaving down Like a knitted braid Falling fast like ripe cashews Littering the earth in “creche” disgust Flapping sideways like sagged breasts Milked dry by herdsmen. Our rivers like ‘Nassarawa’ deserts Have had it’s busy share Of desperate tourists Making a match to milk and honey Unminding...

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TRAITORS OF PRINCIPLES

They shun vigour and rigour pitch their tents near the hut of ineptitude… Mediocres passing off as statesmen! They forced us our dismembered spirit to kiss the dust laid a wreath on our tomb while still alive hobnobbing with decayed morality… Pretenders in garb of defenders! They feast on our...

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