Torrents of thoughts torment me
Floodgate of distractions rack my soul
Avalanche of delusions
Decapitate my mental faculty
As I muse over the degeneration
That has dogged my beloved country
She manifests every aspect
Of a failed state
The giant of Africa has lost control
Of her Territory to terrorists
Bandits have re-colonized my fatherland
Kidnappers strike terror into the hearts
Of weary and hapless Nigerians
While her economy continues to
Stumble and wobble with ignominy
In the hands of oil thieves
The ancient perpetrators of
rape
Against our father land
Are shamelessly like vultures
Gathering and flying over
The carcass of the comatose nation
To gang-rape her to death
Arise fellow Nigerians and stand firm
Let us take our country back
From chaos to path of sanity
Pain
Pain is a sensation which we can feel at the present moment,
What was suffered in the past, was for the past strictly meant,
One cannot feel, what took place in the dead and buried past.
The past sensation of pain was transient, as it could not last.
Discomfort which we feel is the momentary awareness of pain, Future pain can be only imagined, attempt to experience it is in vain,
So we endure it in the present, just for a fleeting moment or two,
If one thinks in that perspective, it is not very hard to do.
Awareness of pain, is fortunately a subjective mental faculty,
By blocking out the thought, from the suffering one is free,
Pain can hurt only if we let it expand to its fullest scope,
One must know how to deal with it, how best to cope!
First substance of the day, a good morning fuel
adjustments begin for readiness to make hay
every sip makes the eyes clearer.
Its hot sensation makes the mind more alert
and dresses the body with full preparedness
That familiar scent, suits up mental faculty
its bitter taste begins a sweet motion to work
Little sugar, little milk,
hoping the day’s cycle is also spiced a little.
Traveling the mug gently from table to lips
stimulates schedules calculation running in thoughts.
Its steam running up into the nose,
each gulp begging for the next
With or without accessories, breakfast is served.
The day has started, a fresh new race
and the whistle is blown when the last sip is taken.
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