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PERSERVERANCE BREEDS SUCCESS
Jss One was an insult, I cried
Like time should hit full stop,
My breakfast was sweet without
Salt,
My parents tasted like this evil
Citrus,
I continued to hide like Air Force
Was only for my seniors.
Jss Two arrived with the wind called
Releave
I began to breath as an aspiring king
Now I believe the race would definitely
Finish.
Jss Three was the mighty season
Everyday had a sweet beginning
Suddenly the queen became pretty
As boys begin to fill big,
Every Sunday I was in the dining hall
To clean wasted beans,
The brown Khaki now fits my tiny skin.
Never did I forget the mighty JSCE.
Ss1, trousers became the big deal,
I was also a victim for every ss3's
Laundry,
Morning duty was almost ending,
Up keep of the latrine was attached to
Me.
Inter house games had huge meaning
These was the day to show all my special
Skills
And entice that pretty queen,
As we stroll through freedom tree
Dangling the box room's key,
My sunday wear now had this profound whitish Glimpse.
At ss2, I became a commissioned officer
I began to predict the whether,
Even during holidays, I dreamt of returning
To my headquarters,
In Jaguar I had two lockers.
In Dornier my friends sent invites for
Dinner
Alpha wasn't my regular signal,
She whipped me in basketball finals.
I measured my days and wised there
Could be an alternative taste
But JPE was the key to unlock ss3 dreams.
Been a finalist was like magic
Today I float on the atlantic
As I scream 'ONE BOY'
The hostel begins to panic
Ariku becomes my transit
I trained this special team of bandits
So I had a contraband producing factory.
The days now had wings
Time flew without traffic.
My ink recollect's like she was a five
Minutes conference meeting,
Many couldn't climb this Iroko
For sex seasons.
Today, am not only an ALUMNI
But an harden fresh corrosive lime
Ready to swim under river Nile's eye.
AFCS is high in the sky
With the flying colors that now
Leave in my life.
KEYWORDS:
Jss_ junior secondary
SS: Senior secondary
Jsce: Junior secondary certificate examination
Jpe: Joint promotion examination.
Ariku: A small town in Iwo,Ibadan,Nigeria.
Khaki: A thick brown material
AFCS: Air Force Comprehensive School.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
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AFRICAN KID's, KING OF THE STREETS.
From the ignition of time
Where spirit of wine loves every
Mind,
I stroll down this town backing my
Brilliant child
Traditional symbol of dark's motherly
Pride,
Africa the diagram in my eye
At age nine I understood every episode
Of the street life.
Web created of metal tread
But reacts shabbily to external treat
My kids with a pan on his head
Perambulate the streets on legs
Life span rich in hawking and gambling
Forgetting any basic help
Elementary education under this orange
Tree
Was my best,
Basic health care is located far by the
Left
In this shallow well.
I pity for my incumbent king,
With royal feet
Purposely neglects tomorrows wish.
African kids vomits tartared english
As my teeth is the sanctuary for disease,
Even with my dark skin,
I know majority who succeed,
I beg, lead me through this path
Nic_named winning
Let the rich forget been stingy.
All I dream ends under this overhead
Bridge
And I see opportune kids sing and
Eat
Under her equipped class room ceiling.
I am also an African king carrying bitter
Tears of neglect,
I fall to prostrate to my magistrate
Please help to redeem and eradicate
This stinking image,
It will never be late to celebrate
When internal love becomes adequate.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
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BLOOD MORNING.
Writing from the vicinity of
Aluu,
My beautiful taboo.
Here is the hometown of Kalu,
My good friend who resides in
Kano.
Aluu, the popular city wearing
Jungle tattoos,
In this city, atrocity happens every
Afternoon
Innocent blood could be mistaken
For cashews,
Vampires breathing within manhood.
Now I can't eat my Apu
Human beings could be roasted
Like cattle,
Yoruba calls it maluu.
If GOD should ask for one
Word,
I will say HE must banish You,
Seize all your shoes
And the pregnant shouldn't
Deliver fruits.
Habib Akewusola
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WHY WE NO LONGER BLUSH.
Greed just caused a barricade
Named road block,
My rusted tooth brush is been
Pasted with mud,
Blood is the chalk on my
Children’s black board,
Darkness has made my vision
Blind with sawdust,
The society is presently corruption
Drunk,
My skin is now thicker than
The elephants tusk.
Prosperity is an abstract tense
To my leaders ears,
Her desk is the nest for corrupt
Birds.
These foundation needs urgent
Salvation,
Political elite believe in dehydration
Clothed with frustration.
Dehumanization is the logo for
Each progressive union,
How is it done in Pluto?
That astronauts dream to travel
Like she harvests gold.
Niger is my home
The future looks like a shredding
Rope,
Major infants are infected with
Running nose.
Wealth is a test not show of
Strength
Even the beggar can become
My president
If he dreams well
And furnish his sense,
Be prepared to help
Distribute smiles without
Collecting rents.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
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ELIZABETH II.
Decorated streets sing with
Jamboree,
These is the song for
My Queen,
I peep from this tall tree,
Dreaming in the aquarium
Of wishes,
Now I am Her sibling
Attending daily Royal
Routines,
I wink the left eye to get
The perfect glimpse,
This love with affection
Of winning,
I would catch the clouds
To clean all you
Fill like eating,
I am a living honored
Of this profound victory.
My Majesty the ruler
Above evenings,
Jewel of natures beauty,
I cherish the footprint
That my heart sketch,
Multitude sing including
The birds that back
Their wings.
Very supreme team
Is what I framed in
My dream.
Enjoy the filtered wind
Also called dynamic
King,
That every tangible seed
Would become double
Trees,
There are no green without
Leafs.
Elizabeth is my mother
Even when she lay
To sleep.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB .
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ALL THE PASTOR SAYS.
Season of faith
Is straight ahead
The golden gate,
This could sound strange
But she’s great,
Congratulate every day
Like a page bearing a
New name.
I have faith
This all I can say.
Writing is a place
In that symbolic
Village,
Am not talking a
Scared cave,
Preaching sounds like
A delicious taste
To major righteous race,
As you create, to
Portray images of positive
Trait.
Seconds disappear in
Her regular paste.
The letters on a
Slate, nor
The voice of a saint
Is all I illustrate to
Remain safe.
Any lawful state carries
The best magistrate.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB
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ROMANTIC SURVEILLANCE
Friday came with a change
The incubated hen got laid,
On this platter of grace shaped
Into spade,
Her beauty flows faster than
The rain
Washes through my vain
As I read within her photo and
Her lips says,
Hello my charming male,
Project my fame as the
World is created for love to play.
Her flamboyant sticed garment
Rolls down the carpet,
Let all stand welcoming the
Diamond that my heart target,
Elegant asset my mother recommends,
I'm foolishly in love with her
Accent.
II
These creature matched the
Well arranged furnitures,
As we watch flashes turn out
To make pictures,
Never will I give up in making
Your sister my in law,
How would I resist these enigmatic
Posture
Honey clothed features,
Mirror of every man's imagination.
I will keep you in the deepest part
My heart treasures,
No excavator will ever expose us
Romance my lips with your
Liquid lip gloss,
Am drunk with this rhythmic liquor
I mean you are beyond words.
III
The tongue will only talk
My ears always appreciate your
Voice
As my heart is forever yours.
Happy birthday is all I tried to
Say
Join my hands let's celebrate,
You know I respect today
We would share the night in these
Exotic cave,
Located in my romantic village.
Slice your custom pink cake
With inscription of our names
I baked for this special rave,
My love will never find its tail.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
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IMAGINE NIGERIA.
Imagine Nigeria,
Becoming a sweet fruit
Like my orange juice,
Imagine Nigeria
With patriotic youths
Who speck truth and
Make my future look
Good,
Imagine Nigeria
That education carry’s a
Concrete foundation,
Becomes a national tool
Towards economic civilization.
Imagine Nigeria
Where the Elders give me
Shelter,
As helicopters isn’t only
For the god fathers,
Imagine Nigeria
My area without malaria
Where the health system
Isn’t a trap wearing danger,
Imagine Nigeria
During the good and bad,
We all stick together.
II
Imagine Nigeria
Where majority is happy to
Sing her slogan,
Infants carry my flag high
On her shoulders.
Imagine Nigeria
That my export moves round
The world,
Without corruption been her
Escort.
Imagine Nigeria
Where terrorism isn’t the
MilitarY salary,
And unmask every stranger
Within her territory.
Imagine Nigeria
Where tension isn’t collected
Before pension, instead
The aged gather for happy
Recreation.
Imagine Nigeria
That electricity lights up
This city
Its connected with easy and
Distributed for almost free.
III
Imagine Nigeria
Where all my blames are not
Left for the leaders,
Instead, first caution our nuclear
Bread winner.
Never curse Nigeria
All I depend is these natural
Mineral,
I can never reverse the
Desperate immigrant,
Looking forward to construct a
Beautiful new river on
Another land.
Imagine Nigeria
When industries employ my
Indigence
And never appoint by your community,
Refineries doesn’t pollute the high
Sea and kill my cat fishing.
Imagine Nigeria
That farming is encouraged
By modernized planning,
Imagine Nigeria
The prosperity sister
Make big plans from your
Little area.
My governor isn’t a magician.
Imagine Nigeria
Beautified with Iroko
Sky scrapers, and
Ordained the genuine giant
Of AFRICA.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
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WORDS SO SWEET.
Cultivating from this tangerine
Tree
Liquid recipe, her content carry's
Pedigree,
Green shaped leaf is my identity.
What is time without the latitude
Of man's mind?
Am surprised, this ordinary ink
Begins to see things.
Follow me on this trace into
Unlimited might, lighting sign's
Apostles of translucent sight.
Today you read Words So Sweet,
As sentences duplicates into
Centuries
Not speaking of her voluminous
Territory
Basically her harvested energy
Equals particles of spiritual
Clergy.
You my darling so sweet,
I prostrate murmuring indefinite
Blessings,
Never have I pictured you in a
Coffin
Stand by me when am coughing
Become my hobby,
I hear your voice even when you
Say noting.
Accept this infant milk from
A mother to feed her pretty
Daughter at age two,
I mount my back for you
To scale through.
Let Wrinkles never beautify
Your face
Dark and fair will definitely
Read this page.
Poetry was created for you
Never to hate
WORDS SO SWEET is a stage,
To you who love's and see
To the growth of wisdom in
Every adorable medium,
Poetry is my name.
Habib Akewusola.
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HAPPY PEOPLE.
Sweet sugar with lots
Of energy content,
Legend of today’s contest
Communicate and be bold
As friends with no end.
What is corruption without
Investment?
Increase in constipation while
The land reshape into a
Battle fun fare.
We presently hate greens
Prospects,
Cassava has become dry sticks
By our door step,
My backyard is a nightmare
So I trade fear.
I would get there
As we face the mirror,
Trace errors, replaced into
Figures,
And travel like freedom.
I will create a unity
Anthem
Favorable for my dark flesh,
In presence of the earth
Where this continents erects,
Think like the prophet
Africa will get there
Before sun set.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
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