Hey! hey! hey
a
come dance wit me boi;
i'm putting on top mai satin shoe now;
hey a
trip away , step for triple way , triple away pirouette trip di lait;
fantastic kiss di toes for mai feet;
mai spirit, mai soul so sweet;
gambol sweetstep onto floor oh, oh;
rollicking, flicker, leap-quiver oscillate;
tip toe
bit 1 2 3
top 1 2 3, 1 2 3 comot right. comot
shift ya hips to hip hip
shimmer shake shake shape, tanda for place. Shake ya hit. Shikena! area to area, bodi, waving as you wearin dem
satin, afro, shoe
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Hey! Hey! Hey
A
Come to dance wit me boy;
I'm putting on my satin shoes now;
Hey A
Trip away , step in triple way , triple away pirouette trip the light;
Fantastic kiss the toes of my feet;
My spirit, my soul so sweet;
Gambol sweetstep onto floor Oh, oh;
Rollicking, flicker, leap-quiver oscillate;
Tip toe
bit 1 2 3
Top 1 2 3, 1 2 3 left right.left
Shift your hips to hip hip
Shimmer shake shake shape, stand in place. Shake your hit. Move side to side, body, waving as you wearin them
satin, Afro, shoes.
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Nigerian most famous dish,
parties’ preferred meal.
Toothsome and eye-appealing,
cooked in rich red sauce—
spicy and tasty.
Delicious!
Yes.
In Nigeria, obnoxious decrees seal my lips.
Edicts made and interpreted by rubber stamps
are enforced by judicial merchants and chief whips.
I risk going to the gulag and confinement camps
if I don't sugar coat fudging and deceit.
I must sugar-coat and seal my lips with sugar,
with the sweet lure of toadying that makes me bigger,
or unveil malfeasance and have my abrupt exit.
Each prerogative denied comes with a reward;
The prerogative of elusive energy
The prerogative of the residents' award
The prerogative of the school leavers' Energie
The prerogative of entitled wellbeing
The prerogative of mandatory instruction
elude all, but benefit few by decreeing.
Toxic decreeing of rationing and privation.
The misery of all benefits a select few;
A chosen cabal in the radar of government's view.
June 2024, in Borno state, Nigeria,
three young Nigerian Christian men,
knelt with hands tied behind their backs,
under the fiery African sun.
Then shot dead into eternity by Islamic State
West Africa gunmen.
Rev Ibrahim Abako, secretary of the Yobe State
Chapter of the Christian Association of Nigeria
condemned the murders.
The martyred men of Christ,
with their King, their Savior.
Nigeria's Christians' blood on its landscape,
the hearts of those who pray.
Persecuted for serving the Lord.
His people around the world cry out,
the Lion of Judah roars for His
three more white-robed saints of His Kingdom. ~
In the land of Nigeria, strong and bold,
Super Eagles soar, stories to be told.
To the final they’ve flown, no easy feat,
God’s grace and hard work, a victorious beat.
Nwabali guards, a goalkeeping gem,
Protection’s force, a powerful emblem.
Ekong, a titan, no one dares defy,
In the field, his strength reaches the sky.
As the final whistle nears, in the game,
Remember, you’ve won hearts, fame not just a name.
Winners set examples, be a beacon bright,
In victory or defeat, carry the light.
So, on this pitch, dance with skill and grace,
Nigeria’s cheers echo in every embrace.
A funny twist to the serious art,
Go, Super Eagles, play with a joyful heart!
Once, I was there to check a tall Zaki
And it became reason to meet khaki,
Very clean but most offices tacky:
A cop could turn one into a lackey!
I know The Police is for the Nation
But I shan’t again a Police Station;
A world plainly paramilitary,
Safer, not better than Solitary,
In every station, obvious gyration;
Canteens that could serve one large ration,
The environment is quite sanitary
But should not clinch The Best Commentary…
Where one runs into AK47,
There holders more than Forty Seven:
Men who could catch rogues but their eyes roguish;
A lot of money make but still languish…
No good guarantee of non-harassment,
A chesty cough attracts embarrassment:
A fat envelope and one reports a case;
A much fatter one to clean and face!
While walking around like Satan
I met today’s Weaker Nathan
And was set to accuse the brethren
Then not in church with his children…
Because of the feared dead line
For end of old currency,
Now in banks yielding a scared line
And scenes of genuine urgency!
“Sunday and you’ve priest abandoned!
God! This fool shouldn’t be pardoned
Elder and his pastor Burden…
Let me off all banks cordon,
To federal capital fly:
Meet president, to you Housefly…
Ade is a Nigerian patriot
But permanent in US’ Detroit,
There, charming Nigerian Flag hoisted,
Bared schemes upon him foisted…
Ade, The Rare Nigerian Patriot,
Scarcely planning to leave Sweet Detroit,
Shall unfailingly shoot all of them,
Giving his Giant. causeless problem:
Politicians who might risk Rigging
He’d begun their graves a-digging:
For them the cheapest US caskets,
A little costlier than Mum’s baskets;
Never to stubborn pressures relax
On compatriots evading Paid Tax…
To keep performing civic duties,
From where he had kept quaffing fruities.
Hello Nigerian youth!
How are doing?
I salute your courage
I salute your resolve
To take back your country
Bedeviled by evils of unimaginable proportion
That threaten and becloud your future
You are leaders of today
Making you believe otherwise
Tantamount to fraud
Say no to divide and rule tactics
A booby trap to keep you subjugated
Stand firm and say no to intimidation
Your strength is in your numbers
Your strength lies in your innovative spirit
Your strength lies in
Your youthfulness
Your strength lies in your resilience
Today is your day
Rise and take what belongs to you
Arm yourself with your PVCs
Vote wisely and repossess
What belongs to you
It is now or never!
The Roadside Medicine Sellers
Are Pharmacists' bold tellers
Of an enduring contest
Not unlike a weighted test!
Ever waxing Drug Dealers
Competing as Sure Healers
But spinning laughing profits
For all their being cursed misfits!
Shame to legalizing Laws
Unbolting illegal doors,
Patent Medicine - obtained Rights
A From - Reality Fool's flights
That often drop a body
For a post - Morten study
What a crazy patronage
Of Butchers in Tactful Age
Hardly like us for neck ties
Their tie - free neck for loud lies
Oh' how their shelves kick with drugs
In their stores Persian Rugs
Their Sales' Facilitators
The Non - Stop Oscillators
Admit men ,though, we're the cause
Before customers long pause
Smiles not customer- friendly
Handshakes not given grandly
Lordly prices for packets
The released picture Rackets.
Like a cheetah that's a natural born sprinter
Tobi Amusan is the world fastest female sprinter
And like an American Quarter Horse
Tobi Amusan has become a discourse
Having proven to be the world best
In Oregon's and Birmingham's contest
The hurdler's emergence is certainly unsudden
A lesson for he who with his ambition plays chicken
Like every tree with a seed to bear a kind of fruit
Every youth is challenged by this to be resolute
If only we have a sense of acuteness
Every man is created with a seed of greatness
Whoever isn't resolute with his seed is a failure
And a failure is always a lone creature
Except your seed becomes a gigantic tree
No one will come to you like they gather for apple bee
Tobi Amusan has become a market of horny bee
And a gigantic tree for everyone to come and see
The kind of paragon every youth need to bear a good fruit
Maybe by this they too can become resolute
That in spite of our system that kills impetus
Or the hurdle or detritus that life may bring to us
Like Tobi Amusan, we too can glide over such
To be congratulated like she whose records bear a good touch
Bloated belly, swollen cheeks,
and a sunken stiff neck on robust torso.
Yet well fitted in flowing apparels;
falling and being raised frequently
from side to side.
Obscene opulence is your delight,
your prestige and your pride;
amassed unlawfully by the pen,
ever wet for your deception
and thievery.
The flight of your spoils of office
enlarge the shopping Malls and treasure houses
of the Occident,
leaving your covetous people
deprived of earning power.
To arms they take at boredom's peak,
whilst your virgins and maidens go a-whoring.
Still, you in your sinister acts of re-election,
widen their capacity for Evil, just to have
your sit-tight bid guaranteed you.
Ageing Nigerian Politicians
Being made younger by beauticians;
Their millions for Plastic Surgery,
Their wealth for Good Imagery;
The emptiest resolve to seem The Youth:
A Soon-To-Be Blind sees its sad truth…
Ageing Nigerian Politicians,
Richly trusting nice rhetoricians
Like the Pharisees did their synagogues;
A fat faith in settled demagogues,
Who a lot could lift from The Bible
And into a rally walk with The Tribal…
Ageing Nigerian Politicians,
Forever The Poorest Logicians;
Even smart can’t defend trembling hands
However good their many farm lands:
For restive youths promising Good Fight;
Shall them teach worse than Mosquito Bite…
It can’t happen in America:
Their unborn babies also own a car!
Repositories of The British-Donated:
Of texts like bombs detonated;
Books from their libraries discharged;
The-Given-Out, not a dime charged …
A Harvest of The Happily Released
Because of The New that must be increased;
Books that have lost The Right to Remain There,
Better reasonably dumped elsewhere
Between The Hard paper Back
Like strong keys to hack
And The Partly Fragile of Skin
Whose sight sometimes win …
Books freely circulating British Philosophy
But equally peddling America’s Theosophy;
A growth presumed from Her Majesty’s Concern
For our Intellectual Darkness times ten!
Also, a reply to the worries of her users
Wanting to occupy seats sort of useless.
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