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Sunset At Noon

The day becomes night;
As a comrade transcend 
To true world beyound.
Oh! Finally, a jolly good fellow drops the baton;
A justice of peace with unstained character,
A sacrificial giver who neglected his needs.
Death, you never cease to amase
As you drive home valiant colleagues.
Death! Hope you know?
Here a while we must be parted
Because
For a while the tired body
Erupt in sleep.
Soul and body reunited.
Thence; death, nothing shall divide 
Father, mother, child and brethren.
Nevertheless, the dead, you were great while alive
And great in death.
The pens, sleep till we meet and part no more.


      WRITTEN BY EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME
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You Called Me Coloured

I born, I blak.
I grow up, I become blak.
I see, I blak.
In the sun, I blak.

I scared, I blak.
I sick, I blak.
If I die, I will become blak.

Rotten I blak.
And You white fellow,
you born, you pink.
You grow up, you become white.

You go in the sun, you red.
You cold, you blue.
You scared, you yellow.
You sick, you green.

When you die, you gray.
And you called me coloured!
Black is ebony not attificial.
And you called me black.

whites and Blacks  come together,
the voice of apathied is crying 
In the grave,calling on
unity in diversity.

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A Strange Bedfellow

Woman Is Insulted,
By Challenging His Manhood;
Getting His Buddies To Rape,
Was His Way Of Reinforcing.

He, Not a Man,
Force Himself On a Feminist.
Give a Valid Reason While Rape.
Feminist Tempt Masculine

By Their Proactive Dressing.
Insubordination To Human Nature.
Could It Be That
Masculine Is Weak?

By The Sight Of Bear Breast?
Victims Feel Ashamed And Unclean.
FEMA Seventeen Events Took Place.
Recurring In Nightmare First Man Exploded Inside Her.

It Was Her First Encounter.
Screaming She Was,
Thought Masculine Was Urinating On Her.
Bath I Must Have Said For Years.

Dirty She Felt And Wasn’t Enough Water To Cleanse Her Body.
Rapist Defilement And Innocence Body.
Fellow, Who Should Be Ashamed?
And Feel Unclean And Unfit For Civilized Society?

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Pains My Ache

DILEMMA IS BRUISES,
pain my life,
The story I tell.
Monthly it flows,
Red its colour;
Ache in bones
like poliomyelitis.
Masculine runs from me.
WHY ME?WHY ME??WHY ME???
is my lines of thought.
Oh!can you understand my plight?
how could you?
when you are not a feminist.
BLOOD FLOWS,mental torture.
What a pain,
My love goes through,
During her period.

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Africa My Africans

AFRICA MY FATHER’S LAND.
AFRICAN IS AN OLD WOMAN
WHO LIVE IN A SHOE.
SHE HAS MANY CHILDREN
BUT DID’NT KNOW
WHAT TO DO WITH THEM
THAN SACRIFICE TO gods OF THE LAND.
BUT THE COLOURED CAME
AND OFFERRED EDUCATION THAT ACCOMPANIED ESIN-AJOJI.
AFRICANS GLOTONISE ESIN-AJOJI
WHILE THE COLOURED LOSE THE TASTE
THE BLACK MONKEY EMBRACED IT.
ARISE AFRICANS,
BECAUSE YOU ARE NEXT WITH RESPONSIBILITY.
GIVE BACK THE COLOURED
THEIR PROPERTY WHICH WAS KEPT IN YOUR CUSTODY
BECAUSE
THE GENERAL HAS CAMMANDED THE ARMY.
GO YE AND TEACH ALL NATIONS.
AFRICA MY AFRICANS
ARISE TO YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
AND NEVER MIND THE REPROBATE MIND

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The Dazzling Illusion

A CHILDISH GIGGLE,
WOLF CRY ROUSED.
THE TIRED WOMAN ON BED.
THE GIGGLE CAME AGAIN IN  
DIRECTION OF BATHROOM,
WHO KEEPS A ROOM FULL OF TOYS?
DAZZLER, SO THEY CALL LIKE MORNING DEW
THIS SOON MELTS.
DAZZLERS, GLITTERING LIKE GOLD BUT NOT GOLD.
DAZZLER, WHAT DAZZLES
THE INCURABLE PAIN OF UNCERTAIN DAYS.
THE EMPTY PROMISES WITH THE DAZZLING ILLUSION.
THE STRONG WILL TO LIVE,
BY THE GIFT OF LOVE,
IS THE STRENGTH OF ONES? 
YES, THE STRENGTH IS LOVE, 
LET WADE THIS POOL OF PAIN 
TOGETHER IN LOVE IS WHAT DAZZLES.

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Who a Leader

childhood i encourage
various principles was taught
studious and hard-working
while maintaining great sphere of influence

few times we argue
who is greater?
higher position demanded
a position of priority and leadership

the master responded in
principle of leadership
he never condemn desire to be great
but to be servant-hood


Nothing wrong in desiring greatness or
A position of leadership
However, the ONLY true test of genuine greatness
is SELFLESS SERVICE.

the need for true humility 
(not eye-service) in leadership,
but willingness to SERVE not to be SERVED.
You may not be the President of a nation 
BUT we are all 'leaders' in one capacity

Can you check those within your sphere of influence?
Can they see the 'servant' heart in you?
Are you in a position because of the wealth and riches 
OR because you're interested in building lives?

Together, we can re-define leadership
Let it begin with YOU!

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Bat a Leader

Bat mine leader.
The crown who face down.
Bat who ought to be chalk,
Change the rank scale.

A bird,
Who knows not his ways.
Yet, lead and nest
In the lion's Deen.

Such is the crown of NIGER-AREA.
Bat decree and amend the rigid.
Thinking is bird but
A dark policy.

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Single Hole

Keep my words and treasure up
Keep my law and live
Keep my teaching as the apple of your eye
Bind them on your finger

And tablet them in your heart
Keep yourself whole
I have looked out through my lattice
And seen among the simple

Passing along the street near her corner
Now in the street, now in the market
And at every corner they lies in wait
With much seductive speech to persuade you

Now pay attention to my words
Let not your heart turn aside to corruption
For many are victims they laid low
Does not wisdom call?

Does not understanding raise her voice?
To you, oh men, I call
And my cry is to the children of men

Oh simple ones, learn prudence
Oh fool, learn sense
Hear, for I speak noble things
And from my lips comes what is right

For my mouth will utter truth;
Nudity is an abomination  my soul
Nothing twisted my word 
Take my PROWESS instead of gold.

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The Queen of My Life

Omofolabode MAKEs ME PROUD
Than anything I ever could achieved,
Seem to be so small since she arrived.
Angel winds an angelical formation.

Breathing seems so hard to do,
Suddenly, the promise of love has gone.
Omofolabode, I now understand
The time we made love together.

Why do I love you like I do?
You should have told me
Like a sunrise, like a rainfall
You make me feel funny

When you come around.
What I find out is joy.
She makes me feel happy
Like velvet to my skin

And I often wonder why?
Someone as flowed as I
Deserve to be as happy as
She makes me
To long for omofolabode
The queen of my life.