PROGRESSIVE DESTINATION: Aremu Adams Adebisi

Driver, you stopped by them calling out In your sugar-coated voice of canvassing For the need for change and development And adequate uncommon mobility That promised a progressive destination. Driver, you wheeled off when the passengers Have entrusted in your care their words, Lives, luggage, and their senses of belongings...

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MISS PELL: Pweenx Orlieturn Hadarms

A current lady in kings school Who everyone had thought was cool. She lived downtown the street of Sloke Whose pathway’s dirts can make one choke. She had some chubby mini clothes And chubby hands and chubby nose. In pink she dressed in flashing gown That disagreed with shoes of...

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LYING TRUTH

Making fictional fiction Handling the hand without a handle Gossip, our disgrace of truth We are so special Our absent minded self Is so ignorant about it… Forgetting to explain Gear expressions capriciously Like value

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DON’T CALL ME ONE

Call me not a Drunk For what I take are thirst quenchers They move me not I move them For the paths I walk are just unstable and undulating I stagger not. Why call me a Cheat? I’m just wiser than you Or let’s say, smarter than you are. Able...

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THIS BRAIN!

I look to thee when I need a hand when thy brothers offer me nought and though thy maker made thee great thou concealeth thy face, you worsen my lot What then is thy use up there since idleness is thy close friend? should I not in one blow strike...

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SIN

as so ‘dime’ it might be; a splotch on the existence of humanity as bile, when dropped on other part taints it Sin, just like an oil drop on a palid garment renders the fabric’s fashion less attractive when peeped through all sides are affected This planet, examination centre, where...

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BETA TOMORO

Dem call am law We take am raw Dem say dem go school And dem no go stop to loot.. How we people wan tek akomplish mission When we nation no get vision? Dem say na politics, Why dem com dey play us tricks? Dem say na govment fo di...

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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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