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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 negro 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 negro-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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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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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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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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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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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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Tilted nation (the oxymoron of a leadership)
We have heard great news
Of a land with pleasant views
Where no stranger will refuse
Now lost like Cinderella's shoes
Its now an Open secret
The extreme degree of unspoken descreet
Beneath this state.
This race who does nothing but recede
Bittersweet feelings of nostalgia
Like being hit by the noble spears of 'alger'
The land of my birth. The once berth of giant ships
A once giant of africa ,Now a Jumbo shrimp
A people who stand Alone yet 'together'
Pullng together only to put Asunder
Everything thay was ever good about her
Incessantly and confidendlty 'Growing smaller'
Undignified leadership our Only choice
Leadership after leadership, still "the same difference
The best man never wins. He never has a voice
Things are 'Weirdly normal'. Yet we rejoice
No doubt her leadership is Clearly 'confused'
With directions scarcely profused
villians Act naturally, alliens reign effortlessly
formulating policies Irrationally, bilateral pacts lopsidedly
The kind of captaincy that be beaming 'dark lights'
On gloomy, shadowy dark nights
Forcing round pegs in square holes
Just to put Legs on the bounty their pairs stole
Isnt it 'Amazingly awful'?
How law enforcers behave unlawful?
In a country that 'sleeps open eyed'
Because her security often slides.
So much poverty in the midst of plenty
Water everywhere yet none to drink
Thousands now for the worth of a penny
We nomore know what to think
Aloota continua!
An ode to the honest thieves
Brutal Paranoia
Always rejoicings; bringing in the sheaves
My country!,
Painfully beautiful yet overwhelmed in disabling terror
Honour lost, savour lost, what's lefts is Horror
Here is the sinking of spirits; the consternation. .
Depleting of limits; a hostile nation
Oh! My country! Where is your Original copy?
This one seems completely foggy
Quit the lane of the 'Walking dead'!
And join the gladiators Instead!!
Your people is no Small crowd
Of this and more you should be proud
Eschew the deeply superficial persons."
That be busy doing nothing."
Bid mediocrity Farewell
Hate to be Passively aggressive
Quit walking on eggshells
And those ideologies -excessively retrogressive
Break this 'Deafening silence'
Justify your refining licence
Then, a light at the end of the turnel?
...A Definitely maybe
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one of our SUNdays is missing! - an ode to #sir Isaac Awofe Adebowale
standing tall, with the poise and elegance of gallantry. handling all, like the GOC of an infantry.
a beacon that always beckons
a shining star that travels far.
like an in-loco-parentis- our DADDY
a friend and playmate to everyone- our PADDY
carrying our weights- our CADDY
a one stop call to borrow wisdom - our GHANDI
when we err, our refuge for soft LANDING.
for boldness gutts enfrontry temerity and dexterity he was outSTANDING!
like no other-a father.
a ladder- yet to see any one longer.
a man that gathers,
a bright feather, a petal, a pace-setter.
A bridge, a fence, a sharp lens.
a game changer, A tears stopper,
through all these attributes, GOD saw him getting tired. Could a been refired but a cure was not to be.
HE wrapped him in his loving arms and whispered "come with me"
He suffered so much in silence yet his spirit did not bend.
Facing his pain with courage until the very end.
He tried so hard to stay with us but his fight was not in vain. he sent us text messages of prayers and encouragements every sunday afternoon to start the new week.
now one of our SUNDAYS is missing!
because we wont get that message tommorrow.
good nite sir!
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