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I Shall Rise

I SHALL RISE

Who said when you brush me aside,
I'll not gather my gusts and form a tempest of ascent?
Who said when you cast me away,
I won't spray the aroma of my breath upon your palm?
Who said when I wilt in the desert of solitude,
I'll wane before I catch a glimpse of the oasis of hope?
I'll rise, and rise from the ashes of beauty,
Filled with antidotes of cheer and fortitude.
I'll rise like wispy tendrils of heat,
With the heat of triumph and move forward.
I'll rise like a soaring eagle,
That spots prey on its peak.
I'll rise as towering as Mount Everest,
And quell my rage with the coolant of ambition as my armor.
I'll rise because your ridicule is the foundation of my rising.
I'll rise to tell Mother Nature, I'm not the mold she shaped me in.
I'll rise, 'cause rising is what can silence me.
I'll rise, 'cause the sky is not my boundary.

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Suicidal Love

Suicidal Love

It chokes and mauls me,
It suffocates me as its venom spread to shake my heart,
It kneads and lives me vulnerable to hurt,
When you hunt it,
I remained obdurate to love,
Its obsession sucks my strength,
When the peril of real epitome of African beauty sprout her,
Chokes and desires of having you drown me into sour guts,
It is a suicide how this eerie feeling fills,
For it freezes not the frosted and fermented heart to freedom
It is suicidal how love is.

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Mum

Mum

A siren of Oogahs! fills her ears,
But the cream of smile and care splotch her face,
Tells you the loving tutelage she has for years,
Cuddling and snuggling  is me the little thing,
As she wraps me and embraces me,
In endless full love string,
Onomatopoeic sirens of my helpless cry,
To you might be a clear bother,
To her is a call-in notification,
To attend to me like an open door,
Mama is the greatest being ever lived to cherish,
Never shall I let her joy to perish,
Thank you, mum.

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Skunk Love

Skunk Love

Your love is a bunch of fake fraudulent misleads,
You smeared your skunky scent to soften me,
I did not want us to be foe?
'Coz I knew love fills  the vacuum hurt of the past tides,
Though past can never be completely erased.
Get over it, and erase it off,
Don't bliss me with the pot of your craft,
Don't enchant me with a portrait smile on your face,
Your scent chokes me, get over it.

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Fee-On-Her Joy

Fee-On-Her Joy

The peril of the real epitome of African goddess,
Her gift packed neatness pouted love in her,
That has been brewed from Luo love pot,
Her lips lithe in the coat of spicy charm,
As she slough, the hot, sharp, and pleasant heart beating echoed voice,
In a mouth full of jibes from the blessed blossom balmed lips,
Arousing their loins at the joint of thigh,
As if it was fee-on-her, that gives birth to their joy,
She is real artistry of long lost African goddess,
Don’t ask me fee-on-her, because Fiona is she that joy.

A beau clamoured with joy to charm-hypnotized eyes,
Your enchantment leaves,
The mind free to ride,
An up and down undulating waves of dreams,
As a thin sleekly silver, chain adorns your tender neck,
And disappears into the deep ‘V’ cut,
Between, the budding bust thrust of your breast,
For those who do not know you,
Awes the bog of jealousy to your African knotted body,
Don’t ask me fee-on-her, because Fiona is she that joy.

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The 123 Call

THE 123 CALL

In 123 the political class call,
First we run to be quenched with wishes of lies,
Second we swear not to be swirled again with lie ties,
Third our predicaments push us to say g’bye to our ties and buy ‘their’ lies,

In 123 the young youths are shot dead,
First they are shot for empty stomach and lack of education,
Second they rob their life’s bcoz of false promises that ignites provocation,
Third the bullets harness them because of their desire for revolution,

In 123 the society is craving for hunger,
First the hunger caused by the greedy political leaders,
Second they reap rich as anger of hunger writhe us like ladders,
Third we beg and crave to be eased from this suffocation of hunger,

So stand up, in 123 to….
First search a resourceful water source of truth to quench our wishes,
Second to abide by the stall of our pledges,
Third to find solution for our predicaments, not to be bought again but say g’bye to poor leadership,

Stand up, in 123 to….
First stop the bullets penetrating through our bones and get education,
Second to stop robbing our neighbours and steal knowledge to provoke ignorant leaders,
Third to bullet the desires of our demands in sober revolution,

Stand up, in 123 to….
First feed out the greedy political leaders,
Second to let not anger of hunger read us out as letters,
Third to stop begging for solution to stop this suffocation
	‘coz the greatest power that they are afraid of,
	Is the power of elite of the youths?
In 123, stand up……..

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Took Me Fool

Took Me Fool

Crushed and cashed the fantasy,
But could not hold fancy,
She bailed me out in rain,
As I tried to build the new reign,
My delusion drove me to dive,
As hard  that I could not see the cheat hive,
Why do you take fool out me?
Is that how you can push me to that lie pool?
Enchanted with paradise at  the rhapsody of your thigh,
But to get it was a not easy tithe, 
Stop making fool out  of me,
Because it stings like a bee.

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Bleeding Tears

Bleeding Tears

I would love to master the bait,
But my heart still crumbles with tears,
I thought I had wept all,
But your simple sound still sizzle straight to haunt,
My gaits to move to splotch me,
Because the vase of love has been sucked to dry,
I sit in my kneaded hut with tears bathing my chest,
I am bleeding tears!
The marshal with anger and pain,
A paper love was well destined than action,
Promises we baked thawed before oven-ed to reality,
My eyes dilate with barrels of tears,
That is craving to be released to freedom,
As they leave a mark of a broken heart that has no cure,
I sit down looking at your portraiture,
With tears water logging my chest,
Am bleeding tears!

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Public Back Stabber

Public Back Stabber

You gave me life and breath, Yes thank you,
You feed me and house me, Yes thank you,
You educated me and tutored me, Ye thank you,
You loved me as some hated me,Yes thank you,
You smiled at me as they scowled, Yes thank you,
You treated me as they shown me back,Yes thank you,
You gave me joy as they rob it, Yes thank you,
You aligned me when i disarranged my poles, Yes thank you,
You tossed me when i was thirsty, Yes thank you.

But...! 

Was that an authentication to stab me? No i don't think so!
Was that a sacrament to tarnish me? No thank you,
Was that sauciness to serve yourself with sauce of brag? No i don't think so!
Was it a rubric to talk ill of me? No thank you,
Was it an impudence to majestic-ate yourself to me? No i don't think so!
Was it an intrepidity to maul me down from those i love? No thank you,
Was it an ordinance for you to grill me to thrash? No thank you

A clone of stout  backstabber stamped itself from you,
Let your giventh left hand not seen by your receiventh right hand,
Stop backstabbing me!

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Mr President

Mr President

From a vase of the judiciary,
To the base of parliament,
Into the face of the executive,
Mr. President!
Did you know that your government,
Have covered itself with velvet gloves?
Corruption has been cancer to your nation,
Darkness rose at noon that needs cure before one,
From the likes and unlike of you,
All our visages are skewed to you,
A country that losses its initiative,
Suffers a death throne of insecurity,
Out of the womb of a wounded nation,
The truth should be given birth,
Mr. President!
A sleepless head wears a crown,
Wake up and administer an antidote,
Great leaders are made from the purge of crisis,
Mr. President! Fate is calling you to stamp your legacy.