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Me- Agent Covid-19
(1)
Halt! Wey you think you going
Eh, Grenadian?
You ain’t hearing
You ain’t listening
You can’t see
What! You doh fraid me
I should stop making all this fuss
Because am just a little virus!
Covid-19.
(2)
Can’t you see that I control things?
That I have everybody on a string?
Me- this little virus
Invisible as invisible can be
You better don’t mess with me
I am evident everywhere
I dominate the atmosphere.
Me- Covid-19.
(3)
I can attack your respiratory system
And turn your life into total mayhem
I move faster than lighting, faster than 5G
I will mutilate every cell in your body
Doctors are perplexed
Trying to fit me into a novel context
I can wipe out this generation clean
Me- Super Covid- 19.
(4)
So if you know what’s good for you
Go back and obey the curfew
Practice proper hygiene
Impose a self -quarantine
And if you playing more dread
Ah killing you dead, dead, dead!
It would be a sad conclusion
When my tentacles launch their mortal invasion
Me- Operation Covid-19.
(5)
I control world economics
I manipulate minds and politics
Crashing stock markets
Shutting down supermarkets
Even the churches
Everyone is in my clutches
I even closed international borders
Yes, I am proxy for the future ‘order’
Me - Commander- Covid-19.
(6)
Watch politicians fumbling
Educators scrambling
Investors crumbling
Bosses bawling
Doctors, everybody on their knees
Begging God, “Please
Stop this thing!”
Covid-19.
(7)
Look! Just retreat
Go home, take a sit
Ponder on my capabilities
Reflect on your responsibilities
I guarantee, you will see
That my assignment is not only calamity
And don’t catch a fit
When you realize my tremendous benefits
Me- Little Covid-19.
(8)
See! Workers smiling
People resting
Children happy
They now have a family
That’s why I leave them alone
And send their parents home
The air is more refreshing
As pollution level keeps dropping
Me- Covid-19
(9)
Note though, that ultimately
My presence is quite timely
To set the prophetic stage
For a One World Sage
So no one can take me down
Before my assignment is done
He that has an ear
Let him hear
Be very aware of the vaccine
Me- Agent Covid-19.
Intro:
April 2013
Verse 1:
Enter bus make we go period of JAMB
Me nor dey shake cas na my third
E be like chance to take blast
No be mouth guy man dey jack
When dem boys dey flex Christmas
Momsi go cook, clean and wash
Make Pikin get extra time
Scatter past questions sote the pages tear
Teacher throw question for class, my hand already in the air
No man be dondi (at all)
Cas if you persevere (persevere)
You go be guru
My guy, you no need voodoo I swear
I stuck to my timetable
Cover the whole syllables
On Facebook, BB and 2go
Me dey unavailable
Three Months before the JAMB
I been dey jack Post-UME self
To secure admission that year like say I be iron shelf
As Baba God pilot am
The awaited day land
I pieces the exam
Without bullet for my hand
Na make my sleepless night for pay
Sure say Baba God know my pain
A week later the result date
My Jamb Score na 168
Damn
Hook:
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Verse 2:
No be hin leave make Jacob job Esau?
Na hin create Amalekites dem, con tell Saul 'kill dem all'?
Even small small pikin dem wey nor know wetin dey sup?
Bros J vex use he hand scatter money for black market joint
E be like God be badt guy
When he put that tree for eden
Cas if apple nor dey
Mama Cain for nor disobey
Moses my guy too try
Come make mistake fall hand
Hin knack am pass Yemi Alade
E nor come go promise land
E resemble the same issue we dey face for 9ja
Igbos dey vex for government, on top country matter
The Government dey corrupt
Some people no see food to chop
Even for Malay where I dey
Racism be like groundnut
Mehn the good die young and wicked people dey flex
Bros Jeremiah been vex
Baba, if you dey watch like film
Sure say you go hala 'nawa'
Plus man fit loose guard hin faith
Make I hear from you 'how far'
(Bros J how far naw)
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Hook:
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy
Abi?
Shebi?
E con be like God be bad guy?
Thinking of the bay that daily gush
From our ray on this lengthy voyage.
This at first wasn't envisage to be created,
For our calculator has failed us in haste.
Yes in haste it has failed us.
Despite the mountains of conferences and aluta,
Which has taken ocean from our skin.
In smart cerebral, they lay us still in their cave.
Not that warning hasn't been placed on us.
Yet in anticipation for liberation, our drums made close.
Ominira inira, ominira inira.
Was the statement that could have stopped us,
In falling prey of their menace.
October first I hail you and celebrate your wisdom.
Through ages and generations we shall sing your praise.
How have you come to place this yoke on our neck?
You're curse in all the days of the year.
Oh you're bless in realisation of our foolishness.
Thank you for making us to know our doom.
Foetus wey come out with pupu no go be person.
Na blood dem go be for dem no wait for their period.
To hell with those that have made this call for us.
Not for our good, but for their belly in praise.
We sing their praise, yes we will daily sing.
That no sooner than their Masters left,
That their missions clearly known.
The essence of Reformation was laid to rest.
After the birth of oloibiri our glory slain.
Now like handicaps we depend on our neighbours.
Yes we're handicaps, yet in wealth our loan daily grows.
Greatly dear Divine
On you our hope and the generations to come do lay.
You own the heart of Kings and chiefs
And control same to your satisfaction.
We pray you to touch our hearts and our leaders.
For in this lane we're, our Jesus may come soon.
Make for us leaders that will obey you.
Not as those in 2015 that deceit is their clothes.
Hope we thought they'd give but blames they through.
We've done this, yes we've done it.
Aso ko ba omoye mo, omoye tirin roro woja.
We have done this, yes we know our wrong
Our hope is In for total liberation from this slavery
Before we become Samaria of this generation.
© olorunleke olorode.
Verse 1:
My Dearest Poetry,
I hope you’re doing fine,
To tell you the price of my love is why I wrote these rhymes
But the truth is my love for you is unbuyable
Costlier than diamonds or whatever we think valuable
You remember how I scripted you down for my crush
Your simile is the reason that I ‘met her for’
You said, ‘tell her off’
That you’d treat me better,
That you’d always be there for me in all season and weather
You see I script you on pages
And you took me to stages
Was nurtured by your greatness
Like a mother you raised
Plus, the music you gave me
Can I ever repay thee?
Gave me a sense of esteem,
Like the Chinese you made me
So dear how is our babies
How is Music and Rap
They are the reason people see me respect me and clap
You’ve been like a device
And they have been my APP
Thunder go fire any person wey try to kidnap
With the lights lock and the door shots
Dear I’d be doing you
But now I place you out for the world at the risk of losing you
Not that I’m using dear
We’re trying to make a difference
Trying to inspire greatness,
With every word, line and sentence
Dear this is more than an art
I love you straight from the heart
We’re divinely laminated,
Nothing can tear us apart
Finely fabricated, people will love our craft
Nicely activated, pray we touch millions of hearts
And when we’re done
The music blasting
So now I thrive steadfastly
Though depression harass me
Defeat had tried to smash me
But like a peregrine falcon
I am steady advancing
I’m dancing
Reaping the fruits of my labour
And steady plant seeds
Oh dear,
I love you with deep passion
Together we’ll be travelling over the seas and oceans
Will forever be amazed for the rest of my days
By the complexities of how you are fashioned
Forever Yours
PRO
A Top A Highland Hill
A top a windswept highland hill above Locheil land
Clansmen gathered roun and shook the princes haun
They raised the standard high cheered till they were hoarse
Followed the flying heron across the highland gorse.
A,wa tae London toon wi hopes held dear in heart
O pitting Cherlie oan a throne whaur he richtly belonged
Dreams o highland jacobites tae rule oor blessed laun
An nation free aw europes stifling haun.
As so aften happens dreams die oan a wrang move
And at Derby juist nor o London toon
It wiz decided that we would go forrat nae mair
So wi turned an heided hame wi hairts ower sair.
Goerdie boy sent his airmie chasin us
A the wey back to scotias verdant green
Up an doon , doon an up aw ower the place
Till at Drummossie moor we met them face to face.
Oor clans were weary and tired oot
But charged intae them none the less
Their guns ripped through oor ranks ripping us to shreds
We scattered , whit was left, to oor wee bit hill an glen
Cumberland , the butcher boy chased us yince again
Tae oor ancestral hames reducing them to ash
Murdered those who fought and lost and innocents alike
Even the auld yins infirm an ill still biding in their beds.
The craws they feasted well oan highland blood an guts
Plaids an kilts an a, were hidden in the straw
Oor prince he hid awa n,er tae return tae us
But were er we be wi toast him wi oor cups.
Andrew P McIntyre November 2011.
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.
Dear Ewurade, For how long you go make we endure this pain?
Sacof eky33 since ma pastor tell me say make I just focus na you go make erain!!!!
Ma paddy Sly wedge ky33 den he no go fit take am anymore so he turn to cocaine.
The prayers Kwesi Fosu dey do, adey do same.
Buh as adey Ghana, yedee the whole day the only thing aget chop be sugar cane.
Kwesi call me den he dey chop shawarma for Spain.
So rydee me wey abi good boy, adey do what you dey want buh ano dey see top too then what adey gain?
You tell me say you get reason why everything dey happen wey rydee grandpa die who make I blame?
Aporsor sef no die. Ewurade, ein se he be insane.
The people dem dey claim say dem see you before nu dem really see you or dem just dey do am for the fame?
If God be name given to a supreme being, wey you be my father, my brother my friend, den why anor know your real name?
Dem say prayer be conversation, wey adey talk to you every day so why you no dey do same?
I never see you before, so excuse me to ask if you even know my name.
Despite all these doubts, I really dey believe you so adey beg please the plenty efforts amake in making sure I follow whatever you say, make you no make ebe in vain.
If ebi say ado something wey you bore plus me, adey beg ano go do am again.
Sacof one day one day, I know say you no go let me down.
You go make my blessings all dey pop for ma top like champagne.
He don tey
Ma guy he don tey
Wey monkey dey work
And baboon dey talk
Chai! No be today.
Make I tanda
Gidigba like Balogun Thunder
Drop some verse like vaseline
Put ugwu meta
And land ponmo like four
Untop dis mata.
No be today
He don tey
Wey money dey fly
From we country purse
Man pikin dey hungry
Man pikin dey angry.
Dem say money
Don turn bird
Our leaders dey sleep untop water bed
While we dey yawn untop pako bed.
Yesterday na inside soakaway
Today na inside water tank
Dem keep all dem money.
I tire for dis kontri
Agbero boys no dey gree,
Even dem omo onile own get degree.
And even danfo drivers dey sing song of lamentation
Inside police station.
Na which kain palava be this?
Dem say skool no be for all of us
Say make we try ignorance
But school self na one chance.
Professor na gramma
Even dem first class na crammer
To pass na big wahala.
I beg who be that
Wey talk say stealing no be corruption?
I beg who be that
Wey just commot kirikiri
Talk say him be joseph of our time?
I beg who be that
Wey kidnap so tey
we hear say him wan sue govament?
I beg who be that
Wey dey dance
Untop say him get thirdclass?
Dem don chop national cake
So tey dem no even wan remain beancake
I tire for this nation
I hope say dem go leave our ration.
Muyideen Ayinla ©2017
LAWD GAD!!!
WEY YU SEY?
WI BOUT TO EXPERIENCE ANOTHER EPIDEMIC!
NO SAH!!!
WE CAAN TEK IT NO MORE
SO GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS
CAR-RONIA…CORONIA…COVID-19
WHATEVER YU BE!
WI HAVE 999 PROBLEMS BUT COVID-19 AINT ONE.
DAT DEADLY FRIEND, POVERTY
ALREADY A BOX WE LEFT,RIGHT AND CENTER
AND NOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WANT TO FINISH OFF THE JOB…
WELL,GWAAN BOUT YOU BUSINESS COVID-19
WE NUH WANT NONE OF YOU!
SHUT THE DOORS
SHUT THE WINDOWS
SHUT THE SHUTTERS
YU NUH SEE COVID-19 A TRY SNEAK IN?
COVID, YU FI REMEMBA DAT, “WHERE DOGS ARE NOT INVITED,BONES ARE NOT PROVIDED.”
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
DI FALSE TEETH DEM ALREADY
A DROP OUT OF THE ELDERS DEM MOUTH,
CAUSING DEM NOT TO EAT
AND NOW YU WANT TO COME AROUND
AND MEK DEM LOOK LIKE ONLY
BONES A WALK PON DI STREET
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
POVERTY ALREADY A WRECK HAVOC
PON DI PLACE LIKE A CATEGORY 1 HURRICANE
DARK BROWN GOLDEN ROOFTOPS
HAVEN’T SEEN A COAT OF PAINT IN DECADES
PINK LIPS TRANSFORM TO WHITE
OH WHAT A SIGHT!
HUNGER GRIPS THE INTESTINES
SIX PACK, A COMMON COMMODITY DAT
ZILLIONS OF SLENDER MODELS TO CHOOSE FROM,
IF THE OPPORTUNITY PRESENTED ITSELF,
SO, GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS COVID-19
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
DELINEATION OF BEAUTY
Mary, you might not be the mother of Jesus
but you murder other beauty cos you're gorgeous.
Just like Annabella, your hair resonates
with the book character & beautifies my sonnets.
Your lashes slashes the aches of my Achilles
And smouldered the debris of ranches.
Your eyeliner takes me on a flight,
to and fro, witnessing the highs and lows in sight.
With eyes like spies looking like signs
release all my sighs, peering with sharp sights.
Your eyes speak to me softly, with no lies.
Gray is the colour that you wear on your eyes,
So I stare at it, eye for an eye,
hoping something strikes between you and I.
Even though you brought the bags,
carelessly accompanying the eyes
I will take away all your stress and jetlags.
Your pointed nose shows me where to go,
You put a ring on it just as your fingers want it too.
Your lips are the fiber my mouth longs for.
Let's mix a love portion & invent much more.
Your jaws are made to be gently touched,
sensually held and nicely clutched.
Your creamy body soothens my heart & soul.
You carry cleavage wey dey high me like soso.
Now, you just teleported me from English to Pidgin
Can we start calling and messaging?
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
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