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omo-gori-ola- "often only hollas" but...
its my mic not ikenna's
aunty tee momohmutana-seems to like plenty tea more than bannnas
Gertrude? NO! she aint RUDE! dont. .. slam her
Olumide- he's only mild...wasnt dissing her.
the scribe-his drive, like with five lives. ask him..how many wives?
ayo deji israel...he! like pharao caged israel
osas...yea she passed
segun fagbemi....see a gun.. for enemies
Nkeoma eze ojukwu...ink on my essay. oh! look you!.
desmond...diamond cant exchage for salamis
Abedego...give a bed to every ***** but not simon.
Adejoke..please add a joke.
Aisha... like chineese geishas...o! tush ...for him
guess who is coming to leo's dinner... carolina
florence... the occurence, please give her my prefference.
jenny...doesnt owe rent.. she's not just any kent.
Adewale...aid well to shine we put nuga.
abayomi mykel, - apart from me, who cares?
Bukola shogbamu booked all on her-she's bam
katerina daniel,- dating her?- come in here!
hunk jozey darlington, - but why suck joze's darlin's tin?
sharon samuel, i shall run- but not from a carmel
missdazzling rhoda chuks, .... hooked! i miss. jazz, it aint louder
here is the trick.
pronounce the latter with the sound of the former in mind and you'll be surprised.
omo-gori-ola-
often-only-hollas"
itimo-mike-ikenna
its my-mic-not-ikenna's
aunty-tee-momoh-mutana-
plenty-tea-more-than-bannnas
Gertrude?- Elam-ar
aint RUDE! -dont. .. slam her
Olumide- A-desin-a
only mild...wasnt-dissing-her
the scribe-his drive, like five lives.ask him..how many wives?
ayo-deji- israel..
pharao-caged-israel
osas...yea she passed
segun- fagbemi.
see a gun.. for enemies
Nkeoma- eze- ojukwu...
ink on my -essay. -oh! look you!
desmond...salami
diamond cant exchange for salamis
A-bed- nego...simon
a bed to every *****-but not simon.
Ad-e-joke..
add a joke.
Aisha... ottun- raheem
geishas-o! tush-for him
guess who is coming to leo's dinner... carolina
florence... the occurence, please give her my preferrence!
jenny...doesnt owe rent.. cos she is kent
Adewale... ade-nuga
aid well- to shine well-adding-nuga (nuga here is a brand of shoe polish) lol.
a-ba- yo-mi. .my-kel, -
a-part-from-me, who cares?
Buk- ol- a. sho- gbamu
booked all on her-she's bam
katerin-a dan -iel,-
dating her?- come in here!
hunk- jozey- darling-ton, -
suck- joze's-darlin's-tin?
sha-ron sa-muel
i shall run- but not from a -car-mel
chuks- missd- azz- ling - rhoda.
hooked! i missed- jazz, -it aint - louder
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Glowing like the early morning sun
Subtle like 12% alcoholic rum
Poco-a-poco, I didn't know what hit me
Until your love saturated me
I need you like a heart needs a beat.
You be the cure to my feat
Your love is all I need to feel complete.
No man contest, no man Compete
Come live in my heart and pay no rent.
Use all the space but leave no dent
place all your eggs in this basket, place a bet,
I'll contain you with no regret
Our love is a journey; of cause!
Starting at forever, and ending at never.
Twill take eternity to break us
I doubt if it even has the liver
I will love you until the stars go out
, and the tides no longer turn
Above you, still, like in a wrestling bout
KK. come over, it's your turn
The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.
The best person to grow old with is one another
We won't have to bother, our love knowns no borders
We could fly away on wings with feathers
You shark me like old wine
Knock me down like fever
You may hold my hand for a while
, but you hold my heart forever.
I am happiest when I’m right next to you.
Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.
I may not be your first date, kiss or love…but I want to be your last everything.
I love you – those three words have my life in them.
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
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dignity of labour (in street language)
To y'all peps wu still think stinks.
dreaming of reigning like a king,
wearing diamond rings,
U dont wana bruise.
never wana loose,
never choose to.
dont wana be guilty,
dont wana be filthy.
always on average
cos u dont wana touch garbage.
thats why u're broke and we're so paid.
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My better - half and my mum are the most important persons in this world to
me
The later is the dearest as u'd see
Born under mighty and protective rocks
A model with many positive characters in stock
Oft in sorrow, oft in joy. Never to flee
The best thing that ever happened to me
My conveyance on a nine months journey
A bodily composition of matrimony
The lab of my nine months biological process
Procuring for me a living license
Your back was a proxy for my bed
Many storybooks to me you've read
And the realities of life instead
You were the first person I saw
When my body was raw
When the pain of bringing me into this world had turned you sour
When the sight of me, a coat of blood I wore
Can I ever forget that welcoming smile?
Dancing on your face while waiting for me at the shore?
Ready to wrap me with a coat of fur.
You thought me to carry each step until I was stable
With your help, I can now always walk and never stumble.
Cos you'd saved me the trouble while I was still todlling
Ensur...... to be continued!
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She hailed from that little town of Manhattan
She sailed storms,tides thus far and all through the harmattan.
He was born in France,
thought he got here by chance
She was bent on running away from her past
He swore to wriggle back to his past.
Her escape was panama, Here he strolled tra-la-la
She feared daunting fiends, He made bounty friends
Their paths crossed, they thought it was fate
Getting boxed? They thought that was Late
Why the hate for her past?
Why the quest for his past?
She had wrought evil in the land of her birth
He was bound to avenge his brother. His death!
She ran as far as she could. He retraced his step back and won't be fooled
Now the sword on which his brother fell, Now carries the child his loins welled
Life is a rendezvous, Many times this is misconstrued
There is nothing like overdo And nobody is overdue
In the process of running away from our Waterloo
We created a Swimming pool.
We squeeze our guilts in a bottle, But life always holds the corkscrew
We throw a stone from point A, and we ourselves run to point B
Forgetting that that is the stone's destination.
Life is a bugaboo, There is always a Counter coupe
Life is a rendezvous
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A shinny light shone on the horizon
a lofty height further from the forensic
from the loins of wisdom...
wisdom from his loins..begetting mega-wisdom (s)
daddy,my buddy.
my "paddy"...my "caddy"
my confidant..my confidence
the penchant...the fence
my inclination...my adoration
my guide...my guard
man with seven lives,
mum in heaven smiles,
“his fertile effervescent mind”
his fatherly ever - present bind
the simplicity of his complexity
the intricacy of his sagacity
magnanimity exemplified,
hospitality embodified
enigmatically dogged,
sub - urban rugged.
undauntedly courageous..
conscientiously religious
indefatigable hustler.
easily understandable teacher
the earthen raged
you damned the bellows
tactically concealing the hidden page
you squeezed in to the hollow
glad you didn't listen
look at what we would be missing
we might have taken the long way
you always knew we'll get there someday
...Daddy, age with grace!
happy birthday.
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Lamentations of a proletariat
Loaded to the brim, withouted in a pack of "obersver-non participants"
folded like a wrap, yet forced to lack in the ranks of "server-run-anticipants"
dare to pass a comment and... a knife to your jugular
they claim to pass, yet, your life was the formulae
all work and no play
work work work and no pay
take home pay? No way
oh! how they dread our own payday!
Bourgeoisies, yes! They ply overseas
their remnants, our works, they oversee.
We build the roads, yet can't posses the cars that ply same.
Decyphering the codes, the confessors, the liars...we've been long in this game
Suffering, yet been forced to smile -"all is well -my foot!"
Oh! My root! My precedence...their loot!...my antecedence
their brute, they rule...when they loot....we mute
we've been stripped of our patience - robbed of our conscience.
we've been hit, smite, spite, ...despite, we still fit
they've been well bred, well fed, yet still got a lot to mend
even when we miss, they don't give a poo!
Though we do the roughs, their signatures they append.
Oh! This road i ply, puts food on my table, shows me the bills and ...i babble
Yes! It puts coin in my pocket
girds my loins with debts "a regal quarter"
"heads will roll"...let mine not be included
lest my judgement became beclouded
i've been spent, feeble is my might and...
Last time i checked, ain't no other option in sight
the unfortunante me
i found myself in...
we seem to be tied up!...
but i know we will triumph
a song been loaned,
without a collateral
A seed been sown
Via the lamentations of a proletariat
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I am not the giver,
am not a diva.
Can't get you high,
can't even give you a fever.
When you are wet, I can't get you dry
When there is heat, I can't give no quiver.
Can't make you die, can't make you fly.
Ain't even got the liver.
Your whining, your tears, your complaints.
Your pining , your fears, your disdains.
Though strongly panelled,
But wrongly channeled.
There is a man upstairs
Our whole burdens he bears
Whenever you see me do those things
It is he in Me that wove those strings.
The curtains are ripped asunder
Now we can access him like no other
What is the need of a middle man
When there is no more a riddle man?
snug up to him, he won't lie
Draw nigh, open eyed and quote "i"
He made us, ordained us
And he is responsible for us.
So when next you decide to turn the heat on me.
Am a just sit back and Fry me a pizza
While you hit hard and Cry me a river.
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life used to be good
All plus No minus
Kids playing in the hood
they dont even seem to mind us
All of a sudden - Moans and groans
With tones unknown
Broad day lights out
Everything's gone south
Markets now ghost towns
Faces wearing frowns
Sending death notes
Enveloped In blood cloths
A romance of death From the far east
A Collapse Of health, per excellently leashed
Creepy crawling serial killer
On a sleepy slippery world to Kill her
Just like robbin hood from the woods
With arrows so vicious
We were all fooled
Void of preparations- it beat us
Its man versus the suddenly famous virus
Check our popular leisure spots - "corona drive us"
The bane of mankind
So bad , the best of men sighed
Then we party - now we parry
Friendship was substance - now we distance
The hugs the kisses, the embrace
Oh! The bliss we miss - all thats been erased
All pain no gain
Aint this the Fallout of a gory game?
Should we continue this blame game?
while the souls of men drain?
Loved Ones quarantined
Tell me this plague aint serpentine.
Man made demon Craving blood
Deserting the house of our saving Lord
Please join the chorus
JESUS! Please heal us
Please stop this Covid-19
From been hightened.
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THE BUHARI BROUHAHA
We were agog
excited, impatient, and in suspense
unknowingly ushering in the "gog of magog"
Oh! The mastery of his pretence!
Enmass, We obliged our franchise
Gulibly buying into their merchandise
here's my neighbours' drift, wise?
twill surfice me to do likewise
Where would the pendulum swing?
Would our "change' win?
We were on tenterhooks,
Fell for the tender looks.
on the edge of our seats,
"See as our Heart dey beat"
keen, anxious, and longing
We ignited the bombing.
The fanfare, the propaganda, the paparazzi
Ushering in the kamikazi
Much ado about "nothing"
The type that be hurting.
Buhari seems like a big deal,
Coming with a huge fill
but twas a bunch of baloney,
The chili pepper effect on peperoni
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