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Lot of rivers flow through cracked channels of my humble mind
As I swim through my broken heart
I felt so disturbed and sad
Then I asked is love an illusion?
Roses glow right n front of me
As I stretch my hand to touch of her spotless flowers
The beauty dried right in front of me
Will I ever be in love I cried
As I journey throw my broken heart
Alas alas a bright Rose appears from afar
It's beauty like the Mediterranean silky milky linen
On the back of black Chaldean maidens of pure beauty
I saw her smile towards me as I cried
With my hands stretched out to grab are ebony long slender sweet hand
I woke from the sleep I fell into
Then I cried Ogechi it's not really fair
I guess u like being my fantasy
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PAW PAW ADAGE OF LIFE.
I know this fruit
I know its old nursery rhyme
I love its taste so sweet
The softness and sweetness align
But where thou grow makes me wonder
In bola thou stand amidst dirt
Cheered by smells and empty nylons
There you stand so tall and with ripe fruits
Thou sweetness is like Cummings
Your surrender on the mouth like a soft romance
Your taste on the lips sweet like a lovely kiss
Your watery body make my mouth wet
While my tongue leak up your juice
As it gives a slippery passage
For your easy sliding into my waiting stomach.
This I know I for sure
A star can shine in the dark sky
When nature unlucks its features
From nowhere a man shines.
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The firewood of this world is too heavy to bear
The worries of this world an everyday nightmare
Like a spear it breaks through my sorrowful heart
As I sit staring at the stars
All through the night
The trees around the compound dancing the dirge of its lonliness
The goats all lying in weakness
The square we gathered now triumphed by grasses
As the mutts take harbour in your houses
The colar bone is broken
The legs have no where to hacken
The famine in my heart so dry like the desert
Even spit in tongue now dessert
Broken men now speak
All because the mighty lies weak
What a load the Carmel cannot carry
Lyes as a bride for me to marry
O my eyes so blind even with lights to see
The bright lights now blind with jealousy
The left over now become companions
As friends now form an enemy battalion
As I lye waiting for death on a stallion
While on its wings she celebrates me a broken champion
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THE HARMATTAN
Prepare,prepare,O prepare
The white breeze is invading
The sun is winning the race
The rain is in coma
The dust is dancing and ringing its whistling alarm
Mothers covering their children with their Hijabs
Young ladies no longer enjoy the nunu trade
Shepherds and nomads leaving the northern game for the grasses are beginning to fade
Bring the Vaseline for anointing the lips
The war have began and the lips suffer the defeat
Children are now becoming white men
Their ebony dark skin fading
Their handsome black faces fading
Ladies carry lipstick like the Chaldean princess
But the battle must be fought for long without victory.
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Title:.MY LOST SOUL
It was the rattling battling boots
Of the running excaping soldier whose heart beat was like a beat with confusion his hook
That I stepped to a speeding horse
Coming to plead my course
Yes of course I embraced my longing calls
Like its my chores I climbed its hairy back
Tip tap the cloak clapped as I road my track
Yes yes my stolen soul creeping in to darkness
Gracefully like African kids night play without thinking of how evil the darkness may be
Our names have died off
Like Sizue Bansi we adopt to disguise
Sitting in our life studio looking at the world styles
I reasoned again
Why should I believe in God.
Reasons fought reasons,reasons cut reasons
A question arose,
Hey hey,young minded soul,see how u have grown
With moustache you feel proud and bold
Questioning The Holy One God
Tell me when your empty cup of wisdom will empty
Tell me when you shall die
Describe the reasons for water inside the coconut
Tell me how the seas where created and how the water was formed
My mouth was open with jubilant flies taking my tongue as an airport
I was confused and felt loosed
On my Kneels I cried mystery is misery
Bigger than magic lagger than logic
Standing above mountain from its eyes the fountain dropped
Counting everything even the things I called nothing
Hey hey wake up I heard a call
Be yourself,For yourself to have himself.
My lost soul,see how cold you stood when faced with
Wisdom you held tongue like the tongued reptile capturing all the world with it's heart of thoughts
Then I asked my lost soul,
Who created you and how did water enter the coconut
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Title:THE SAILORS HOME
Down the sea of the Panama,
Sailed a ship covered with blood
The eyes of the captain looking towards the Island in enigma
What lies beyond the island
Treasure or the battle ground
As he sailed with his adventure crew
They brew and merry while they yoo
Singing the old sailors anthem
While the island opened its arm to welcome them
As they salley and yohoo-hoo
A smooth sea they echoed
Never makes a good sailor we know
Yohoho yohoho yohoho
But they forget to know
The island is not a place for a sailors home
Set sail,set sail,all hands on deck they shouted
As they disembarked the ship
With merry mind they all faulted
As they left the ship
The wondered through the island missing the smell of the sea
The sailors code they forget
Never let off the sea
Their track were lost and gone
With no compass to lead them to their treasure hunt
They cried as they chanted
Blood on the high sea
Singing the glorious songs of oja
The sea roared it's tides in anger
As she sees her owners in danger
Sending her friend the Raven
To bring the kings back to Haven
They salley back to their ship
With head bent low to the sea
As they sailed back off the shores
They salley back to the sea
As they echoed
Yohoho yohoho yohoho
For island we must sight.
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GENTLE MORNING BREEZE
Gentle morning breeze
With ease you always blow
The softness you bring always pleases
Even the troubled of soul
With my bed by the window side
Cold chilly freezy breeze you you bring
The whistling pine trees whistle in styles
As the mockingbird go on and sing
"Who does not love my touch",she asked
I come before the winter draw nigh
I am the lovely breeze of course
All stress of night I blow away as I blow with love
I really want you to know that I value you Julie and I am sorry for making you sad.
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MY OASIS IN THE DESERT(JANE THE LOVED).
ALAS ALAS ALAS,cries the red sand
Something joyful is making the sahara smile
Like the sweetness of the sugercane,you make us smile
Sweeter than the beautiful Debinu is ur adorable smile
Sweeter than fura de nunu is ur beautiful smile
Like an oasis you are to my desert heart
Like the long awaited rain you are to my sahara soul
Come,o you travelling majji,the beauty star is once in the sky
O you kuku bird sing aloud the ostrich have arrive
Your beauty is a wonder to nature.
Heart they say break,but you make the patches stronger than clay
I have journeyed round the word in taste but since I met you I have become a fountain
I will plant my garden next to you my oasis and my garden shall flourish like the sea weed
O my lovely Jane,
I will profess my love for you without no shame.
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HEAL THY SELF O WOUNDED AFRICA
(no to XENOPHOBIA).
Wake up a voice shouted
You slept like a pregnant woman
While the drum beat of my assagil sounds like trumpet
With fear and deep chill I listened
The ghost of mighty black warrior standing in shiver
As I face the Great Zulu warrior lost in fear
I saw him Shaka cry to the members of Mambers the great Gods of Africa
There before him stands the Mighty Nile in disbelief
With the Niger filled with bloods disagrees to stay calm
The Senegal and the Congo revolted with flood
The orange and the Limpopo grumble and cried as the sky shared their pains with continuous rain pour.
O you failed cried d Zambezi as she invades her neighbors with flood
A knock on my door I heard a voice shout
Speak out for Africa
It is I Kwameh Nkrumah speaking
This is a sacrilegious act echoed the Mighty Zik
When the house is not in order the cockroaches becomes violent
Cried out the anguish voice of Awolowo
From afar I saw a running giant coming with the force of a chariot
Then I heard a voice so mighty was it that the visitors chased it with fear
He a mighty figure decorated and protected by glory of stars
Stood there is burning eyes of anger
Cover in the black glasses with general pride
As curious as a questionnaire
I ventured in to the glorious illusionary scene
Standing before my trembling eyes was The General Abacha in his full stature
Like a Ligtening spark the mighty figure bent his head in shame
As I looked to behold who thou art
There before me I saw The Mighty Mandela in tears of betray
Weep no more thou wounded soul
The thunderous voice of King Sailaise shouted
In council with the great Ghaddafi as furious as
Idi Amin
Sankara frowned like a disgraced old man
While the ghost of Seda Sengho felt it lost its victories like Anthonio lost all his titles
In schock I turned as a firmed hand gently parted my hand
It was a mighty spirit with two heads
It is the heads of the great secretaries
Achebe and Giwa
Handing me a pen a paper
Written on it
Heal thyself O Africa before yesterday bleed to death.
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I am illmatic,
I need a rap medic
I'm magic do not panic
You're lost in my world
You're dumb founded in my word
I picked up your pieces
Patched you likes stitches
Is this my reward
You're ungrateful
Loyalty was a Trojan gift you pose with
I cannot believe this
You worst than the roadside police
Picked you up like an abandoned baby
Is this how to pay me
I was your god everyday you pray to me
I can only say this watch your mouth before you bite your tongue
Let the meat you are eating do not turn to beef
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