image credit Until we revolt with votes, Nothing will seem achievable The leaders will be having a field day Perpetuation poverty for the people Silencing their agitation with more impoverishment Until

Raging mind, turbulent soul. The angst palpable, the worry visible on miens. We accept the warped superstructure while the existential tilting remains irrevocably fixed. We beaver away, while working my

Hustle and bustle, Beads of sweat and the exhaustion, On a quotidian basis we go the circle, Rhythmic is the vicious rind, Lazy we are pigeonholed, As we exhaust our mental and physical compositions. If

Can you venture into a future without suture? Discreetly, setting the pace; warily, winning the race, It makes one to wonder; reminiscence leaves you to ponder, Albeit, am very ambitious…very tenacious,

Beautiful the day brightens, No fear and nothing to worry, A day of peace and greatness, To the church we astride with flurryGreat is the day and the ambience, Happiness of heart with utmost radiance,

The day hot and sultry, Attention trivial and paltry, Despite the events genuine and sundry, We coast home sun and dry. We wish for it and work, For it to be great without stress

The path might be tortuous, The gait might be rigorous, The steadiness weak and awkward, But I sally forth, pressing forward. Overwhelming the feelings could impress, But the feeling bustling... No repress,

Nigerians are suffering; the pangs of pain writ large on our mien. Assiduousness has been our lodestar but what do we get in return, incessant rape and gleeful laundering of our patrimony. People with

IMAGE CREDIT despite the fact that this community plays host to all forms or shades of religion, i want to wish everyone a happy good Friday. Christ is the celebration of the season

image credit Time comes without crow, Its usage we must effect without brow, Efficiency an onus on us all The effect on our posterity Time waits for no one; the aphorism, How do you use it; the biting

link I sinew every thought, strenuous Achieving the dream, laborious I trudge and damn every consequences The zenith I gat to reach; glistening, no repentance Feeling inadequate; cramping my style Challenges

We wake up with blissful bustle, Going on a daily basis for the hustle, A life we want for a change, The renumeration is what it is- a change We trudge on towards the workplace, Thinking each day will

A bugle of panegyrics sufficeth not; An orchestra of encomium still pales. Reliving experiences of selflessness; Tenaciously appreciated unstintingly, nay, unsparingly My MATER FAMILIAS… She scrimps and

image credit Change we bought; Strange they have become; The broom we crave; Over the dismal doom we rave, The future looking bleak, Without in sight is the hope to the peak. Change we bought; Strange

image credit it cascades with inundating retrospect, In pants we caper around, Questing for ice, melt with cold chill, Happy childhood, in peace we live in our hood. In retrospect, It pelts with heavy

image credit The world is wild and full of vices, On a daily basis it subsides and rises, Everyone for himself the sole problem, As the world degenerate with gory emblem We need to work and ensure the

They stealthily come like a thief, Behaving as though they are chief, Our bond they tend to severe, From our children with griping pain. Under the cloak of protection they lunge at us, Behaving like a

image credit Her womb was where I started that day I was safe because I was in her cage My birthday is my mother’s day She could have done it the whore way Flush the foetus down the sewage Her womb was

Peace and love to you i beseech, As we move mildly and no screech, Despite the avenue to scream and shout, We bear and grin until we achieve the rout. I wake and move in peace, No love lost and it cease,

image credit This is the first poem Unhappiness I had without no bound, Of love of little value going round, Despite the conviction of no worthless, Illusory it was making me valueless. We talked like