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Nation Building

How can we build a Nation?
When we are under the attack of corruption
How can we build a Nation?
When our leaders are without passion
How can we build a Nation?
When we are not fully supporting Education
When in our midst is division
How can we build a Nation?
When we are not ready to let go of religious tension
When we still wallow in abject poverty in this generation
How? How? How?
How can we build a nation?
When the powers that be suppress the masses?
How can we build a Nation?
When the few with courage are being imprisoned ?
How can we build a nation?
When our supposed fathers are not fatherly
Our supposed mother are not motherly
Our supposed custodians of justice have been manipulated
How? How? How?
Maybe I don't know 
But if you know tell us
That we may build and rescue  this Native land of ours.


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Fantasy

Dangling in between my legs was my stoned tail
Making every effort to peep out of the zip
Just appreciate the the glory of God displaying wonders right in its presence in our solitude.
Salivating was my mouth
As my lips and tongues will not stop hitting each other, all calling for a taste of their tantalizing counterparts
And just like magic
God of make way intervened,
Like a dream come true 
The tantalizing object came closer right there in our solitude
Without no further argument, we both were in our birthday suit
Revealing unto each other the hidden treasures of the most high

The sight of her curves and edges gave a tremendous satisfaction to my tail
While it stood straight in its massiveness and hugeness honouring the presence of its doom

On her knees she went 
Like a chorister holding microphone
She held my thirsty tail
In no minute, a remix of Hallelujah Chorus was being sang
This time, with no clear notes but sounds
With my vocal cord adding violin effect to the sound
In a blink of an eye,
We were both drenched in her soft saliva
Running down like an erosion.
With no further hesitation, her curves were in my palms
Causing a friction between her succulence and softness and my long standing hardness 

In and out it moved
With every entrance appeared different effect
With some came high pitch
While some, low pitch 
And suddenly I was woken up by my cold warm underwear 
Then it became obvious I have been dreaming!
Oh what a fantasy!

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The Primitive Men

Simple, innocent and decent they were
Never timid for they were raw
Always observant
Always on their own and supportive when needed
Doing what they felt was right
No diversity in religion 
No contradictory ideologies
No rigorous search for true love
For in their environment existed real and true love
Food they had in abundance
For agriculture was their lifestyle
Then there came globalization
Bringing with it modern evolution
Then there they are in confusion
I am of J, I am of M
Now the order of the day
Gradually their primitiveness is no longer primitive
They are no longer supportive
For competition is now the order of the day
Each man with his ambition and selfish interest

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There Was a Community

There was a community!
Yes! There used to that community
Where there was unity
Irrespective of our ethnicity
There was little or no attention on religion diversity
It did not matter either you were in a village or city
Neither did it matter either you were in polytechnic or university
We were all one in unity
Men’s watchwords were honesty and integrity
With women…purity, dignity and humility
Little or no attention was centered on femininity or masculinity
We were all one in unity
So what happened to that community?
That used to live in unity
What has happened to that community?
That I don’t need to change my name to Charity
Or alter my state of origin before getting admission into a university
Where is that community?
That I don’t need to consider my family
Before asking out the Pretty Sally
To follow me to alter in emotional unity
What has happened to that community?
Where despite the area boys’ rascality
We still have 100% guarantee of security
Where is that community?
Where genuine love last eternity
Where is that community?
That I don’t need to prove my love sacrificing my virginity
Where I can respect whoever is in the position of authority
Without considering his ethnicity 
Where – is – that – community - ?
Because there was once a community 
Where there was unity
That we left the community is our fault
So let us go back to default

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As You Resume

Congratulations
On your admission
I am sure you are eager about resumption
And some of you already dreaming about matriculation
Keep it up for it is the season of celebration
But don't be scared, should there be delay in your graduation
And don't let it affect your vision 
Neither your ambition
For it shall all end in jubilation

Now as you resume
Of course without much Resume
And you have a lot to assume
But know this, garri is a must for you to consume
It is a must you take garri
Even if you are from warri
Furthermore in case you don't know
OAU Mosquitoes?
They are not from this planet but pluto
For they can visit you anytime even when doing touch your toes
Or maybe when you are close 
Issorite...If you know you know

And should you not know
that in OAU we lay low
Because we are all equal
Although some do take liquor 
Notwithstanding even if you are governor's daughter
It does not matter
Because on the eportal
Who you epp does not matter

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At ancient car park
The Innocents become No-saints
You'll understand more When you come
Because over there some of you will still cum

The blood sucking monsters of OAU 
Are also  waiting for you
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But briefly...
They are OAU bedbugs
Your soon to be indispensable companions
Yes! because they will follow you anywhere and everywhere you go
Just like MTN
Contact me for more...
But for now I rest my case
As I remain my humble self
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My Love

Burning fiercely in my heart is your love
Like life in the darkness of death it shines
Illuminating my path in the thick forest of loneliness
Keeping me company in the horrible days of boredom
Oh! How abundant is your love in my heart 
Igniting daily the fire of passion of commitment and faithfulness to you like from the start
My love much I could say to describe how much I love you
But few I could type for words have repeatedly failed me to tell you how much I love 
Because my love for you is best expressed in practical than theory

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What Do We Do

WHAT DO WE DO...?

What do we do...?
When Tantalizer is no longer tantalizing
When Captain cook is no longer Captain at cooking
When Mr. Biggs has suddenly become big for nothing
When Mr. Banwil no longer have the will for satisfying

What do we do...?
When the holy matrimony has become arena of agony 
When Uncle John is no longer John by behaviour
But now Young John producing wickedly 
When Aunty Sukura had become Mhiz Skushi

Seriously What do we do...?
When Daddy Pastor and Chief Imam now tells us who to vote for
Not minding our own option and perception 
What do we do about Uncle Smart meant to teach our sisters and daughters C.R.S
But has suddenly turned them to lab of durex

What do we do...?
When the only means to distinction
In our respective higher institution
Is to adopt the way of prostitution

What do we do...?
When Mr Drummer boy no longer drum to worship God
But to impress the likes of Florence, Juliet, Sandra, Bukola and Ruth
Just to have another wonderful session in the other room

What do we do...?
When inside meat pie resides no meat
When inside egg roll rolls no egg
When inside the sachet resides no pure water
 What do we do...?

What do we do I know not of
Or do you?

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I Am Sorry

I doubted you
Neglecting the fact that I actually care for you
I doubted your intention
Not considering your passion
Neither your mission
But then, what is friendship without disagreement
No doubt I said I don't want to be friends with you anymore
But thinking about it further more
Imagine a car without a driver
Imagine a world without mothers
Imagine a church without alter
Imagine an International System without United Nations
Imagine a drummer without drum sticks
Then imagine ABSOL without you Àjoké
Let make what has happened between us history
And continue our friendship story
For I am truly sorry

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I Hate You

Unto you I willingly surrendered my virginity
Thinking our love will last eternity
Little did I know you have no respect for my dignity
And that you are a devil among humanity
If I had known you just want to prove your masculinity
I would not have allowed you into my sacred city

I curse the day I met you
I curse every moment spent with you
How did I not know from the start?
That you don’t belong to my heart
If this is how love story do end
Then I will write none again till the end
Because I HATE YOU

Dedicated to all the ladies who have been "jilted" out there

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Boredom

It all started interestingly
Until the arrival of Mr. Lecturer
Then there comes the boredom of the four walls
Looking back, all heads on the table
It looked like they were praying
Little did I know they were sleeping
Out of the boredom of the four walls

It all started interestingly
And indeed very romantic
And highly fantastic
Not until you suddenly turned a dove
As gentle as a sheep
What happened to you?
I have no idea
Suddenly the bubbling love city
Turned a graveyard
Hmmmm…the boredom of love city

Visitation to the other room
Used to be very interesting
Different day comes with different styles and position
Being a “Barca” fan used to be fun
As “Dog” used to be our favorite pet
When you suddenly turned a “Missionary”
I have no idea
Beating Chelsea became inevitable
As you became Nigerian politics
Static in one position
The fun then then turned boredom
The boredom of the other room

It started interestingly
With the spirit of Matriculation in the air
First year was awesomely interesting
Angola and Mozambique hall were so fun
Until part 2 and above
When nothing seems interesting again
But the anticipation of FYB moment
The boredom of School

Boredom is not good
So if it is getting boring
Don’t give up trying
Make it interesting
At all cost without hurting
Because...
Boredom can be frustrating