COME HOME!!!

Come home to the land where you truly belong
Come back to your ancestral home
Forcefully you were taken away from your home land
Used and abused
And later of their evils they repented and called you family in a strange land
But how true are their good intentions?
Side by side you built a home
And lived among them like true families
But the difference is so clear
You are black, they are white
Envious of you because in you they found survival and revival, this they lack like the colour of your skin
Even when you are the president over them all
They still see you as an outcast and not a true resident
Hands up for the slightest
Gun shots, their game.
Come home to home land Africa
A land of no rejection
The land where you truly belong
Come home before they kill you all
Come home!

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BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY.

The story is that both sides seek the same thing, 

Change with different names.

But how far is the top from the bottom?

The but from both sides stink like their butts

And on our faces a polluted smell of frustration.

In fact our case with hopes seems so hopeless 

And like the Indian women amidst young men, helpless!

After recovery from a psychological shock in the hands of a quack.

Let's hope again with our hearts in our mouths 

That this change from the makeup artist will beautify our facial looks;

Since the raining season is over.

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MY MUSIC

You are my music

Note by note you play

The keys to my heart 

In melodies symphony

With your voice singing 

I want every ear to hear

How good you sound

Softly we will I blues with you

Rock and Roll 

With fire under your feet I can tell you are my reggae

I love the charm in you as you jazz me all night long

And with my cap turned backwards for you

Fast will I rap and feel so fly with you my hip-hop

I love to pop for you while you break the dance for me

And with your backside shaking I can tell you love Africa the home of Juju

I hope to get high with you like Fela whose beat grows Afro

Never leave me alone my music

Your feeling to me is classic

Your hits with no pain I love to feel

How it heals my inside

If you should ever go away

Without killing me softly

Or to my ears drumming

I will surely die in pains 

With absolutely no gain

Play it all over again

And I will be feeling fine with you my music

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THE OBA OF BENIN.

The Oba of Benin is not just a mere shadow of the gods

But on him a crowned royalty, the ruler of the gods.

The Oba of Benin wakes up each day to the ritual of his ancestors;

A dance for Ogun, with blood spills and strong gin to wet the ground;

As this drives away every alien invasion.

And in the wisdom of the gods, an open cloud rains on him to reign.

Oba gha to kpere,

Ise!

In pride he rides 

Never alone

Daily accompanied by the Ada and Eben

The symbol of our ancestral dynasty.

The Ruler of Great Benin!

The Head of all spirits!

The proud one, the embodiment of wisdom!

The one with the whole world inside his palace!

In red or white, the ever beaded one!

The Omo N'Oba N'Edo Uku Akpolokpolor!

The Oba of the whole universe!

Please do a dance and we all shall dance the dance.

Specially dedicated to the Omo N'Oba N'Edo Uku Akpolokpolor, Oba Erediawa, The Oba Of The Great Benin Kingdom.

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I AM AN AFRICAN CHILD.

I am an African Child

Black to the bone, 

Well taught at home.

Wise with the idioms of my elders

Tell me, how can I fail or fall by the way side?

Strong willed and culturally bound for a journey, the challenges ahead.

I am an African Child

Of a warrior, my father

And of a strong woman, my mother

Tell me, how can I be weak?

My voice is key like the locks and must be heard by all; a resounding drum from the mountain top.

I am an African Child

Of modern days madness, a culturally nude!

Many call it technology but for so long, so wrong

It is 'Junks-No-Logic'! 

A lost African Child, who will find you?

I am an African Child

A hard-working child!

A conscious child!

Never again, will I throw-away with one what my fathers held with their two hands.

Of my colour will pride like the lions.

Never again, will I allow the sharks to swallow me across the oceans.

I am an African Child

I am a good child

Love me like a child even when I am old

And I will love you too.

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SOMEBODY STOP THEM!!!

Stop these so-called repented thieves and rapists, stealing in the name of the Lord.

Doctrines and the watering of the WORD!

What else is left of us; Ignorance!

My Fathers house of worship, a warship and a den of thieves!

A sermon to suit the case, the preacher's song; so he sings the song along the choir singing!

Political giggles, a time to mingle and dribble!

How our holy fathers seek for politicians as members and even make of them a Deacon!

Demons in white robes of 'saintlyhood',

Exalted above others, a god of man!

Speaking in practiced tongues of holy defilement.

O what lies most of them all tell in other tongues, the mystic tongues!

A holy matrimony of men unveiling men and with the scriptures, a union!

Who is true in the sight of the Most High?

Their endless claim is a call from HIM, 

But when I checked like we so see and talk less, 

All of the most were self-appointed, 

A way out of this untamed hunger!

Stage-managed miracles, holy ridicules!

Prophetic psychologist, practicing and perfecting!

Now Doctors in the act of mental juggling.

And we the cows, they milk and mislead through Jesus, the good shepherd.

If you CAN, STOP them!

I mean these hoodlums trading in arms and not giving alms.

Spelling doom and not giving room.

Sadly, we the people must sacrifice for their fancy cars and befitting homes while on our doors the daily knocks of Mr Landlord.

Sow and Reap, a command only noticed during offering time, Blessing time!

Big altars no fire!

Totally altered by the flowing wines from every mini-skirts 

And we the abused, no one dare to tell in holy reverence. 

Deliverance sessions; a dramatic session of push and fall

And we the people, a flock of their confused manipulations.

Do not give the devil a chance!

But from him they borrow charms, 

A bait for a large congregation where we all gather for a contaminated miracle.

Somebody STOP these so-called sons of repented native doctors

Who only foretell and foresee with a special offering 

But so classic and fashionable with a gentle walking step

While on our heads the problems of the nations, they will dump!

Money-invasion speakers, great 'Encouragers'!

School owners with great fees, we flee!

Jet fliers, the touch not!

Who trade in anointing oil

Holy water, Holy stickers

Handkerchiefs and other holy charms.

All is to further confuse us

All in the name of the Lord

Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen!

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A MEAL FOR THEIR DARK god's.

We journeyed together to have a nice time together

Time after time, we talked about this place as we journeyed.

The journey was quite a long one;

One of a kind, with two of us as the odd one out! 

With the heat of the sun as our only worries,

So did we worry why the sun so shines!

The sun ray could hardly make us see,

As our eyes always twinkles like the restless eyeballs of the center referee.

Definitely, we had a dark shade on;

We looked like Steven Wonders.

Our skin colour; Our genetic cross!

This we carried everywhere we went along the ridicules that followed.

Since he creates as he chooses; 

We blamed no one but him for our looks.

How do we look?

Special and beautiful! 

So we cared less about their ever saying mouth since talk is cheap.

Through the difficult terrains we journeyed the long until

The sunset and the evening breezy!

And so did our joy until we finally arrived Tanzania.

On our arrival,

The waters we needed the most to wash over us

And that we did in the inn.

They saw us both, "The strangers in their town"

And with a light smile they welcomed.

Just like a dream; we screamed the most when the mare was most horrifying;

They took us into the bush after we were ambushed!

The only way they could identify us thereafter,

Was through our light skin which was already dismembered for their dark god's.

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MY PRESIDENT.

I know of a man unlike other men.

One with a heart of giving and living

And all we wanted was his leading.

My President, Our President

We all voted with our thumbs down 

And all over the world it was noted.

But the Jack-Boots took over the polling boots.

And on our heads, they marched past with their boots thundering LEFT-RIGHT.

My President, Our President

Was thrown into the cage for his spoken word 

And was later served a cup of tea

Which he drank-drunk to see under the sea.

My President, Our President

The A-re-ona-kan-kanfo!

A true democrat with Kudirat his dearly beloved

Loved us all.

Who will ever be like him?

Who?

The democracy of our today and tomorrow

Will never be spoken of without him

In our hearts he remains resident as the man of the people, for the people and by the people.

Who will ever be like M.K.O?

My President, Our President 

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THE WATERSIDE.

The waterside is a large riverine coast.

First, with dead fishes fished by corporate driller's.

Then followed the restiveness of our young men spilling from their veins like the pipes down below.

Oh my waterside!

Can we ever find a savior?

The waterside is a banquet of wealth

But the hunger inside it goes round our necks like a bow-tie,

Often neglected by her son's, the sunshine of corruption.

Who is the blessed son, my son?

What the waterside truly wants, 

Is that from the waterside!

Not a chief of thieves!

Or a doctor that doctors all.

What the waterside truly wants 

Is a man that can walk on our waterside with excellence, The Peterside!

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JUANITA.

For your love to have and to hold

I swam through the Indian ocean from the nile whence I first saw you.

More than just once I prayed to Buddha in the temple of snakes to lead me to where you are,

And through this part I was led rightly.

Though my sight have I lost only to your beauty to see.

And through the busy markets and noisy streets of Bombay 

I search to find your face, your smile.

And when I find you and the way you do the things you do, 

I hope to love and hold you

Never to lose you again, forever mine,

The garden of my heart. 

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THE TREES IN OPOBO.

On a speed boat

Speeding through the waters

Opobo I search to find

But with the trees far at sight

Big, reaching the sky

I cannot get lost.

The trees in Opobo

Were planted at the birth of a child.

The coconut, the mysterious tree of creation

Was also among the other several trees planted for every child at birth.

Gone are those days!

Gone are those days when men were boys climbing the tree height to see the ships sailing.

Gone are those days!

With everyone around doing the rounds as culture demands.

With everyone well fed from the trees and other herbs,

Life was good and home was best.

The trees are gone!

They grow old, fall down and die.

And all who were here have gone out to the west

To plant but not a tree.

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OLODUMARE.

What does the Ifa priest think of himself?

The great one that fell from the sky,

I laugh! 

He who makes eyes, makes nose

It is Olodumare, I will serve!

He who creates as he chooses

It is Olodumare, I will serve!

He who makes the rain fall in regular flow

It is Olodumare, I will serve!

He whose back never touches the ground

It is Olodumare, I will serve!

Olodumare, The Noble, The Immortal!

He who lives daily in gorgeous greatness.

He is so mighty that he cannot be lifted up.

Oba Mimo!

Immersed in white robes

He sleeps in white clothes

He wakes in white clothes

He rises in white robes.

O Death!

He will never die.

Korofo, the cult of the underground had earlier consulted the oracle about the death of Olodumare

But he declared openly that his death will never be heard of.

Olorun Ni kan Lo'gbon!

The stories of tomorrow which we waited so, so

With our hands on our cheek.

Olodumare with eyes like that of an eagle long saw, heard and kept quiet.

How long will you run?

How long will you hide?

A child whose ears are blocked with stubbornness 

Is not spared by Olodumare.

Even a mosquito that goes about spreading malaria 

Is not spared by Olodumare.

Oba da-ke da-jo!

Please pardon me my three sins.

I have in contemplation clothed in form of thee, who art formless.

In praise have I described thee ineffable

And in visiting thine temple I have ignored thine omnipresence.

Olodumare, the watchman whose eyeballs knows no sleep.

Fix your eyes on me and look at me very well.

It is when you fix your eyes upon a person that he becomes rich.

It is when you fix your eyes upon a person that he prospers.

Venerable Father!

Of whom no one can see and live.

Of whom no one has seen but fears.

It is Olodumare, I will serve! 

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THOMAS FAULKNER.

When Thomas became president in 1893

He came in the company of the finest gents from sole to crown.

He made us believe he was

And we the people, his people

Sang the same songs so beautifully.

No more boy-boy!

No more iralu ura dika agu!

With the compass in his hand

He captained our ship through relentless tide.

Our economy for once was better that of the English

And I was proud to call myself a Nigerian.

But for death, such an unpleasant visitor who knocks at will,

Smiling and embracing warmly like my mother did when I was still a little boy.

He ate some apples and never woke

And we the people, his people

Mourned rejoicing.

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MERMAIDS IN THE WATER WORLD OF SIPPI.

Such rare beauties my eyes beheld

Sitting by the sandy shores of Sippi.

Slowly, these beauties glided through the waters 

Amidst other fishes that swim.

Above the waters that flow, 

They jumped out, one after the other showing off their beauties.

Then caught my eyes a beauty among these beauties unveiled.

Her beauty is so refined

It made me helpless and carefree.

The charm in her beauty

No juju priest can cure me or even say otherwise in abracadabra.

Her skin glitters like diamonds and even twinkles like the stars.

Her hair is so long, cool lovely braids swung from right to left.

Her waist line my eyes navigated without precision.

Hmm! She is so amazing.

For this beauty, my hands and feet froze like Moscow, 

Over-shadowing the brightness of the African sun that shines on me.

I became speechless, breathless and motionless.

Not even one word of admonishment could do,

Emphatically, her seductive looks said it all from A-Z.

With her hands in mine, I came alive again

Slowly we went into the dip...Kom-kom Below! Below!

The water world of Sippi, 

The throne of all beauties unveiled.

Helped me discover the new world under the sea.

Helplessly, I strayed in my gaze

As all the riches of the world were well displayed right here.

I was entertained by their composure and I went around in their company like I had gills.

A cracky-quacky sound, their language to connect, 

I was taught how and so did I flow like them.

I found out that we had the same DNA.

So, this lovely kisses we shared with no NFA.

In their warm embrace, I dwelt.

As each lady maid shared her sweetness.

This water world I once heard of; 

Of glory, beauty and true love.

I mean, the water world of Sippi.

And from their wine I took a sip

And so did I become a husband of them all

Never to return home again.

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MOTHER OF 36.

Out with a loud voice

She wails of her ordeals

Ravaged and rendered impotent

By bad children who sucked her dry 

Beyond her imaginations.

Hopes ceased! Peace crushed and flushed!

Out of her hiding's, she wails in resounding echoes

Help! Help! Help!

Out of her helplessness she laments.

I am plundered everyday

Without fear or favor.

Even in the abundance of water, I am so thirsty.

The frustrations in my smiles they hide

As I try so hard to make ends meet.

Sadly, I dare not visit the North without getting hurt

Back and forth, In and Out!

The story remains the same

Oh what a hullabaloo!

My children belong to themselves and not to me or my needs

Who will save me from these eternal vampires?

Which of my children will nurse my bleeding wounds?

Which of my children will put a smile on my wrinkled face?

Alas!

A frail voice shrills

Rebrand! Rebrand! Rebrand!

This land is green.

Against all odds, it begins with you.

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WERE WE BORN LIKE THEM?

In our settlements back home

We were so unsettled;

Driven by the harsh conditions of life, the school of hardknock!

Through the dangerous sea's and oceans

We survived the fight to survive

Seeing many drink up the ocean to get to yonder.

Finally, some peace and rest

With great hopes for the best

A new place to nest.

Were they ever born like us?

Armed to the teeth

Like dogs ready to bite

Pulling the trigger backwards

We were their game, their cockroach!

The ladies amongst us, their 'bedshit'

All of us worth nothing but shit, their waste!

In a world of our own

In a world they think they own

In a world of no boundaries.

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A COW CALLED SHEKAU.

Shekau is more or less a fool.

With his loony crew

Deadly tools

All we get is boom and doom.

Imagine the height of these fools,

For once we need not climb a stool

To see how much they've goofed.

Their emptiness forbids schools

And in the pools of our precious blood

They daily soak

Dredging and scooping with their evil spoon.

With smiles on their ugly faces

I can tell how cool and deadly they can be.

Low lives! Dan Banza!

Boom and doom

What else is left of us?

Cooking humans like food

Ravaging our hood

No roofs

Only the door way down South 

After several years of sojourn up North.

Too many poor, who will help us?

Fools looting our treasures for politics

Funding these hooey fanatics who in turn endlessly bomb us and hoose-gow our teenage girls.

Shekau the boor, your day of doom looms

And in my room will I groove

When I hear how the boots step on you and your crew, 

That for me, will be very good!

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THE AFRICAN FEVER.

I love the African fever

And of this I don't want my healing.

It flows in my veins

It rains down on me

Dripping, dropping until I am so cold.

Even when I catch a cold

The sun smiles down on me

To shake off every alien fever.

At crow up until the moon shows,

A taboo I dare not break

As the god's, in wisdom their ever saying mouth.

The African fever, my endless fever.

On her stretcher I daily find myself

As only her oxygen revives me time after time.

I can no longer hide the her in me and the me in her.

As we are forever one.

Her cry in my dreams is deeply heard

As all of my immortal being cries out MAMA!

And from her ebony breast I daily suck a higher fever; The Required Immune Conscious Syndrome.

I know my brothers outside the distant shores do miss, 

Her soup and her song

Her rights and her wrongs

Her rise and her fall

Her fall like the Victoria it falls

And for her rise the sun will stand.

The greenness of her green, Herbal!

The mountains, the valleys and the hills, Spiritual!

The people and the will, The Fever!

The rulers and their greed, The rebellion!

The hunger and the endless waste, Our Failure!

And on our skin the fever really shows,

And in our hearts the drum beats survival.

And with the drums rolling and rumbling in a resounding force

Another African child just caught the fever at birth.

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WHERE IS MY COUNTRY?

This is my country!

I can't seem to find any else where

After wishing others were mine

So on this little chair

I sit and stare

Right here.

Luggard's so called mistake in creation

Later became our glorious victory together as a nation.

For a hundred years counting, we've walked and trod through these lonely roads of few smiles,

Yet we smile;

Not because we ever had milk and honey for breakfast

But for our unity, our divides fall apart.

There is so much to our endless past,

First with the Queen and her greed; a direct order from the Bulky-Harm Palace.

Then followed the khaki boys with their feets thundering, LEFT-RIGHT in brutality.

Our greatness together no one should ever put asunder

Not even with the metal sticks or those green-aids; a gift from political and religious bandits.

Our cultures and rich traditions in so many faces they front,

Now all have come to see so clearly that

Our strength are in we the people

Our strength is in our voices singing together

Our strength is in our dancing together

And together we have seen our pride grow into fame like our name.

Though like a tortoise we plod

Yes, I see hope!

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I DON'T ENVY THE BLIND.

As blind as the world can be

And all with eyes think they can see

See, a sea of blind minds!

Really!

I don't envy the blind.

Shut out of things to see

Good or bad, all is well

But with a step down or two, 

I don't think so!

The blind I know, see through with the eyes of their senses.

But with eyes out; see the key, Focus!

With it a little light, a little sight, no fright; Ask Steven!

Fool no blind!

Or hide not behind them, the funny look!

I hope we all can see that we are all blind to know not the end from the beginning.

Really!

I don't envy the blind.

1st of June officially!

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