If I could say a word with the dumbness in my mouth, If I could see the distance dancing away from the shortness of my sight, And if I could lay hold on the 'apart'ness sneaking outta my hands, I would

There I stood, with smiles fighting the edges of my lips, With a make-up that could make any man make up his mind on giving out his surname, With an attitude that said "I don't owe shit to nobody",

When all the bonds were broken And I was swimming Away,far away from the clouds Breathing in , plushy puffs of breeze And I was dancing Away,far away from the breeze Between the stars On a cosmic rhythm

We are the fallen, Under the feet, downtrodden, The iron rule, oppressed, Our fate unknown, depressed, But we will rise again, With only the few that remain, The beautiful ones are not yet born, Maybe

Dear father, A strange thing happened today father. How long has it been since I hurled dirt at your face, 6 years? And not once has a thing like this ever happened. I feel like it's a dream; but I know

I saw those juve exposing their lower anatomical contours Imitating the Western culture their contours dangling east and west putting on rags, calling it riches When I saw them, I thought their congenital

For a million time, I set to revive this our stage mime, Into a practical show of affection; And this triggered my move for no hate motion. Then I got ready, When I should be ready, To go for this voyage,

He stands, Towering to Heaven, In stark nakedness. Come rain, Come sun, Come harmattan. He stands naked, In disgrace, Exposed to the seasons. He stands out, Naked in the green, Withered amongst 'greenth'.

I am Hanson Dara. Most of my friends call me nikky am a little bit troublesome😏😛 but doesn't find trouble. Am a born Nigerian and a very proud and productive one at that. Am into music and my hobby is