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The Clarion Call I Obey

The clarion call i obey, i was called to serve my fatherland,
to experience a different cultures, norms, beliefs, ideologies to see and feel a different region..

Days gone by, months gone by, i understand the people's clamour, their unimaginable unbearable hardships,

The weather is cruel and harsh, it stings like a scorpion bite,
The sun is hot it hits deep into the depth of my skull..

Breeze ceased,
Sweat dropping,
Water is expensive,
Life is expensive too,
Tribalism is venomous,
Segregation is disastrous,

The leaders are heartless, they show favoritism, regionalism and expect obedience, harmony and peaceful co-existence from the masses... One Nigeria they said, i bet that's only on paper..

Our leaders enjoy luxury,
the poor masses are chaotic,
A layman prioritised family problems rather than societal change.. A bad orientation leads to misunderstanding, the three majorities are considered while the minorities are at bay..

Our country is in turmoil, herdsmen stories on the newspapers front pages, their settlement burned down to ashes,
Farmers ambushed and killed..
Life lost..
No peace within!
Our leaders ain't planning for a better tomorrow but for tomorrow's election, several years down the line our stories still remain the same..

My fatherland was my pride now my dissapointment,
So many graduates unemployed, the jobs are reserved for the sons and daughters of the elite..
The street is filled up with crimes...

I exclaimed!! Who will bring back harmony to our dying nation??...

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I'Ll Go To the President

I'll go to the president and tell him about the people's plight, 
I'll go to the president and tell him about the ambushed and killing of farmers, 
I'll go to the president and talk to him about the herdsmen and their settlement, 
I'll go to the president and remind him about his unfulfilled promises, 
I'll go to the president and tell him about the masses hardship, agony, anguished and plea. 
I'll go to the president and remind him about the enormous natural resources the country is blessed with,

I'll go to the politicians and remind them of yesterday promises not tomorrow's election, 
I'll go to the house of representatives to remind them of people's plea to represent them well.. 
I'll go to the house of corrupt leaders and tell them about the Messiah who gives them power to govern in truth not to be the ambassadors of corruption.. 

I'll go to the universe and beyond and tell all about the greed of men in Power, 
I'll go to the president and tell him about the high rate of unemployment, crimes, segregation, tribalism, favouritism, religious differences, nepotism, regionalism and people's clamour for change..  
I'll go and tell him these and more..

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My Story of Northern Nigeria

My Story of Nigeria.... 
Inflation rate high 
Regionalism become noxious 
Life's expensive in the South
Ritualist in the East  
Fraudsters in the West 
Poverty in the North 

My Story of the North... 
Bandit and kidnappers on the highway,
No free road to ride without a raid, 
Demand for ransom,
Only with currency,
People's clamored,
government worldless 
Media houses turn to medium of segregation,
Social media turn to social division..

My story of North.....
Life without liberty 
Sleepless nights to the masses 
Gunshot gunned down my neighbor 
People becomes prey without prayers
Everyday promises from the army
Solution cease from existence 

My Story of North...
Attack to kidnap 
Community slaughtered
Blood spill out 
Many become homeless 
Live lost!! 
Job to jobless
Youth traveled beyond the region, 
For a greener pastures...
While the region's pastures is parched...

My Story of North 
Bloodshed is an everyday affairs, 
Everyday Newspapers news saddened..
Attack on the masses, 
Houses burn down to ashes 
Mass burial in the community 
Wives becomes widows 
Children becomes orphans

My Story of North 
Only few with a voice 
Many voice become voiceless 
Youth resort to drugs, 
Ladies to prostitution..
Parents create  hostility within...
Majority dominance, minorities impotence..
Minority tribes divided
No love but hate..

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Death

Death is a garment for all, 
glorious or painful we all exit the world, 
many in the realm of anguish, 
few in eternal realm of praise, 

Eternal anguish for the death soul,  
afterlife in torment, 
Painful or glorious, 
we pray for the soul to rest in peace, 
some already in pieces, 

Solace to the family, 
Melancholy heart liss,  
Life lost!, life exsit, 
God judges all, 
Memories fade, few are remembered, 
many are forgotten, 

The sinful soul wondered and pondered
without rest or tender,
agony diminished not,
ceaseless cry for help, 
dark, endless, boundless torment with the outcast, 
the anguish cease not, 

Death is a garment for all,
either glorious or painful,
we all exit to afterlife,
of praises or torment, 
You've a choice..

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We'Re Unemployed

We're unemployed we're jobs seekers we're graduate in the streets leaving our hometown for a greener pasture.
We're enthusiastic eloquent and full of vim to conquer and make our dreams a reality. Our reality is shattered we live in anguish. 
We clamored for a better tomorrow but see a bitter tomorrow 
We're unemployed, merit isn't checked connections trend, youth bellow realm shaken,  firmament darkened the cloud rain anguish, talent is wasted merits doesn't count.
Elite rule over and over without a change, change is an expensive commodity the commoners remain at bar without ambitions. 
The atmosphere is a venom and uncondusive to the poor masses luxury is for the noble the commoners belief more in religion and afterlife and live in debt without a pay their graveyard is long forgotten without a trace their memories is dimmed.
We're unemployed wealth is for few poverty is for all, unemployment increases every sec graduate increases yearly.  
We're unemployed, youth strive the leaders remain silent, street congested ventilation is expensive, the way to stardom looks far beyond Heavens fame is not needed money answered fame. 
All this struggle is to live a life without human debt.

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Nigerian Politician

Politician proposes change, 
They Campaign with fallacy, 
Promises without prosecution..
exclamation  to incite obedience..
Masses Match out in March to 
Stimulate election like the Savior 
of the poor is here, a new dawn 
With hope.. 

Believe to beloved, election is here, 
Party first before quality..
Tribalism thrive....
Regionalism is the criteria...
corruption irrupts.. 
The elect select only but with nepotism...

Politician con for profuse luxury, 
Poverty they proffer..
Community turn to desert 
Poor aging without gain 
They decompose with their hopes..
Hope hold,  tomorrow will be better 
but bitter tomorrow is all we see..

Graduate gradually turning to fraudsters, 
Quick money is the aim.. 
Street without ventilation, 
Community without communion,
The sons and daughters of the elite living large without lack in Lake Como.. 
Here we are occupant without occupation..

The next election is coming.. 
Voters without a voters card,
Successor already known.
Politician lie to live...

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Sinful Imagination

Love cursed, lust cured. 
She tempt me severally,
Misled me countlessly, 

She called me to her garment of sin, 
as she undressed, i look her innocently, 
she longed to be demonic in the sexual sphere, 

Tantric starts, orgasm prolonged.. 
my hands caress her clapping buttocks, 
her sleepary breasts elate with joy, 
underneath massage increase her nipples size, 
squirting triggered, she maon aloud for my erection
to deep the hole till i find her depth 
Her salty sweat dip my lips,

she glow in glory waiting to be pounded with honour,
She loose, heart beat fast, breath cease,

My hands tickle her nipples gently,
tongue lick beneath her wet hole,  
her hands rub my hair, 
her legs wide open,
hot tunnel deep, i penetrate deeper, 
she give me a good atmosphere,  
with variation and tighter sensation,
deep and slow, pull out ass up and down
for a good penetrative action..

After a sweet missionary, 
with pleasure and satisfaction, 
she wrap her lips and suck me gently, 
she tickle my balls and testicle..

She enhanced me as i go over and over 
with variations, she adjust perfectly, 
submissively, wider, harder i hit her 
behind with a fantastic view..

Alas!! 
The morning breeze blew my mind
and i realized it was all a fantasy, 
fallacy and a sinful imagination..

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We'Re Journalists

We're the watchdogs of the government 
The voice to the voiceless 
The hope to the hopeless 
The way to your salvation 
The path to your righteousness 
The key to your pathway 

We're journalists! 
We keep you entertain 
We communicate to the president the people's plight 
We investigate the activities of corrupt leaders and make it known..
We risked our lives in the war front to cover stories 
We don't collect gratification 
One microphone changes the heterogeneous dispersed audiences view 

We're journalists! 
We make known the unknown 
We visualised for your eyes to see 
So many work behind the camera we actualised
We give justice to the unjust  
We avoid segregation 
We give orientation  
We make many fame
Their names heard beyond the universe 
Our content is a guide for all to follow 
We solve the unsolved 

We're wide!  
We breached the language barrier 
We make complex words simple for the layman 
We provide platforms for your potential 
You just imagine a world without communication Radio television  and social media...  You just imagine

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The Fall of Man

Created in the garden of Eden, 
Beautiful beyond words, 
Innocent, guiltless, blameless, sinless and pure, 
Created in the image of Him,  a friend and a companion, 
With liberty and dominion over all creatures, 

A woman was ribbed out of him,
gorgeous and pretty, 
blindfold eyes for the truth is hidden,  
naked they walked unknowingly, 
happy and sinless, 

The Lord has bestowed all but one was prohibited, 
"the forbidden fruit", 
the test of obedience, 
If disregard would incur the guilt of transgression, 
a careful warning and instructions fit impart,

Disguise well adpated for his purpose, 
the medium of the fallen foe, 
the wisest and beautiful creature with wings, 
dazzling brightness with brillancy and burnished gold, 
a creature to arrest attention and delight the eyes,
"the Serpent"

The delicious fruit caught the attention of the tempter, 
thou shall not die he said, but thou shall be exalted 
in the sphere of existence, your knowledge shall be 
broaden like the creator, 

Satan through his medium excite a spirit of curiosity, 
to penetrate the secret of divine wisdom and Power 
of the Almighty, 

Man taste the forbidden,
and know the unknown, 
eyes open! 
naked they realized, 
hidden truth divulge, 

His righteous path now lead to degradation and death, 
to enjoy a greater liberty now emanate to greater curse, 
hardships and agony.. 

An outcast from Heaven, 
with sin and infinite loss,  
has concealed man to his position, 
a dangerous deceiver, 
leading life to eternal ruin,  

Sinless soul to sin,
Blameless soul to blame,
and the penalty is death, 
Out of mercy and grace, 
man will not be condemn for he conscientiously
believe in fallacy..
The fallen man

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Naira Redesigned, Chaos To Nigerians

Affliction fiercely force foreigners out of the nation ..
Citizen set sight to the sovereign one above..
The ones on earth becomes earthworms eating our happiness and paying it with extreme hardship..
Their heart is ganished with fallacy..
Things becomes stale

Redesiged of naira note knocked down citizens to their knees, the current status with sadness to all ..
Means of exchange becomes unexchangeable..
You can't trade with your own money..
No currency in circulation..
The situation is a sign not to sink to their sinful scoops ..

Chaos in Nigeria to Nigerians, naira inoperable..
Lamentations and lack with shortages..
Commodity sold out not.. community cursed with conflicts..
Common man commune with costly chastisement..
Gnashing of teeth to the nation..
Needles to the throats without a Voice just void..

Politians can't vouch for themselves no more..
They campaign with their camp corrupted..
Their corruptible tongue utter only fallacy..
All parties pathway lead to doom to the dying nation...
No saviour to save the saddest nation...
Politics is a mind games to make money and invest in family's name and neglect National plea..

We are just a shackles in the sacks of solitudes...
We are just slaves in our own land without services to served..
We are just Sheeps without a shepherd ...
We are Pupils without a qualified teacher to teach..
All the candidates are without the criteria to cast out the casket caused by the rulling party...

We're ruled by incompetent ageing general..
The incomings don't deserve our sweat to vote..
The same boat boarded them all...
Our Voices is void to their visionary..
We are just but valuable to their cause..

So life continue to be harder...
We hide in shambles in our shade..
Our shadows walk us not..
Its been disposed for it can't find our feet nor postures..
We walk the path with the unrighteous in power..
The elite light their lights to the layman..
To lay his arrow and bow to their cause..
So their cause consumed all with their corruptions..
And now!! Our country is conflicted without a cure.....