Enforcing my authenticity because
I am a child of the Most High...
I am a citizen of Zion, concealed with zest
With my quiver full of destructive creativities
Sharpen with ingenuities
Garnished with embellished tongues of Holy Ghost pen...
I conquered territories built by self-limitations
Bringing down every high and low thought of illusory fantasy...
Bedwetting a chain of change in the history of mankind
I am the unknown, yet to be reveal
I am the revealed, yet to be understood
I stooped and shook
Swimming and soaring with minds above the region of my nose...
With new vigour, I smell the roses...
Ready to cock a snook with intellectual vagabond...
You may call me, son of a gun,
Simply because my guts outweigh your guns
I don't give a damn because
You are little in your views about me
Watch me, I am the unknown………
9th November, 2012
Written at the Zone A, Nigeria Customs
Harvey, Yaba, Lagos.
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