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What Is Left

These villains in the land of Prejudice
Sitted in terraces, funding dareDevils...
Painting innocent  faces with faeces from Boko bum...Issh!!!
 
Insult, added with salt upon injury
And we lavish in abject penury
Still, we are GIANTS of Africa, in ironic luxury
 
Heroes are compelled to romance prison floors for no reason in particular
Villains and their pals flirt, wine and dine in ivory towers
Embowered by Prospect-Destruction-PoliTHIEFcians and LegisLOOTERS
 
…What is Left of What is right?
 Rapper Ayo, sorry Papa Ayo.. Ah! “Ese”
Buys a 10 million dollar private jet
Hires it to F.G for “HARMuNation” without fidget
 
…What then is Right of What is left? 
Bouncing babies birthed amidst bruises,
Bright brilliant beloved beauties
Now butchered, like barbecue, burnt silly
By beastly bastards bombing baboons
Book-haters claiming Boko-haram goons.
Only in cartoons can one act with such ‘boom boom ka-boom’ affront.
 
Venting vengeance on vulnerable victims
Molding men into murdering machines
Yet sentencing; soldiers saving souls – our super-beings,
For reacting against secreted sores served by their superiors
 
…What is Left of what is right?
 Boko harasses our caves with her ruthless plight
And our I.G.P bags a national award, dressed in Brocades and laces, gorgeously bright
Despite gory sights of lives battered in shattered sites
 
Villain "Jemisi" gets a pat on the back and shoulder
Discharged and acquitted for re-discovering and re-inventing wings and feathers
For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather.
 
…What is left of what is right…?
Arise o compatriots! Nigeria's call obey
To uphold her honour and glory is vain
Let’s keep discovering and rediscovering, inventing and re-inventing, wings and feathers
For pounds and dollars to fly in billions and trillions, like birds of a feather
'Cos it pays, for what is left of what is right is jet bomb letters
Impeachment orders, empty promises of shelters for our heroic 1980 football players,
Plus death sentences for our PATHETIC but patriotic Army officers. 
 
But, one day Mr. Revolution's tree shall bear fruits
Ballot boxes tell truths
Rights right wrongs in full
Three men no longer stand in twos'
Pot-bellied fools with their tools into the abyss!
And then our dear country Nigeria shall be “peaceFULL”
 
PS: “Ese” in stanza four, line one (1) is word for “sin” or “iniquity”
This poem is 'spoken-word' that has been performed at different slam poetry competitions in Nigeria.

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For Him

When in April 2013
Her soul fled... ignited
Like a car engine...
Still, he steered hard on her timid face

Oh passion mixed with tension
Even at a Praying Ground?
On her, he kissed with words
Making her dance and say 'cheese'

Into her soul like showers of waters
Penetrating her resilient heart
With words, rhymes and signs
As such..she scattered her Brazilian hair

At every little chance,
she, of his name, chant
Even in the belly of struggle
she lept in bubbles with jumping smiles

Wow! the - vocally endowed!
Little wonder,that feeling of 'Somehow'
Caress the walls of her pointed nipples
As she murmurs ...With a loud silence.

Painstakingly combing a breath of fresh air
In and out of her very unique nostrils
Like a helpless lamb in the altar
..Curling the angered joy of distance.

Words, rhymes, massaging rhythms
To the veins in her flowing blood
Back, front, left and right
Signalling at her swelling "Kinni"

"I will never let you go..."
The song she sang with a resounding bang
Ko-La 'wole' come in to stay, stalk me today
Into the bottomless deep of my sweating "Kinni"

Cos from 'Maba, she, in irony surrender,'
Her head, her shoulders, her feelings, her soul
Like they've long belong
To Bankole Kolawole, her funky, naughty Lover.

(NB: Maba is a place along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, Nigeria)
"Kinni" literally means "something".

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This Woman

This Woman!
Raped beyond pity
Her previously pointing twins
Stretched beyond elasticity limits
One, to Northern excessively burning bushes
The other, to South-Southern malnourished fishes

This Woman!
Whose once-upon-a-time chic cheeks
kissed, teased, now pierced to bleed
Blood, tears, even with running nostrils

This Woman!
Her lying thighs with supposed Apologists turn Rapists

This woman!
Drugged to a seemingly permanent sleep
This woman!
Brutally massaged deep, deep.


She lay bare, plunged by Leeches
She's vulnerable, drunk on Whiskey
No form to call-back her senses
Or even guard her helpless defenses

This Woman!
Beaten and smitten by aged Cankerworms
In feathers, harshly gathered against her norms
Of Justice,  Equity, Peace and Love


This Woman!
4 times 54 times; gang-raped
By some tumbling wobbling human 'ape'
Looted her treasured cave-
Muted her lettered babes

This Woman!
Wake, Walk, Stop being down-pinned!!

This woman!
Pick-up the shattered pieces
Of the counts-reeled by Injustice


This Woman!
Arise with shield and Buckler
Let yours hands meet, conquer
Oh you sleeping Giant in tatters

Arise! Arise!! Arise!!!

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