Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Beauty's Badluck


Of all good professions, Beauty had none
Of all bad professions, Beauty chose prostitution
Of all rich customers, Beauty got no man
Her luck chose a lowlife white American

Mark was a banker who lost his job
Because of notorious life with girls from club
All the girls disappeared
Only Beauty took him in, Mark in bed

Beauty’s colleagues drove great cars
Travel abroad, look fresh, and walk with class
They live in highbrow Lagos area
But Beauty, thin as twig, lived in our dirty area

Come To Me My Lover


Come to me my lover
Why did you leave me?
Come let me show you my new style
My new bedmatics
Come to me my lover
I have always known you will
You will come back to me

I was frustrated being called a
Prostitute; big business but not making it
I hopped from club to club
Seeking to land a better deal from customers
All night sex, all night work, everyday
While you smoke marijuana, read fat novels
Eat and lounge at home all day, all week

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Setting High Expectations

           
Today is certainly a day of joy for every one of us here from the parents who shed blood, tears and sweat to make sure their wards go to school in order to guarantee a great future out there; to the teachers who worked tirelessly in moulding the students into this wonderful graduands we see today; but equally importantly, the students, who pull through excruciating pain to study, inculcate the good morals passed on to them and now, we are all celebrating. Congratulations to you all.

I am here to talk on the topic – Setting High Expectations. I am going to share true life stories with you, each with its pointed lessons for everyone here and I will keep each short and simple. There was a man to whom three religions (Christianity, Islam and Judaism) today accord fatherhood, he was Abraham. One day on a walk with God, God told him to look up and asked, “What do you see?

Friday, 23 June 2017

Where Is My Hand?





So I bolted out of the hall feeling high like someone on drugs and rising in the air like balloon. I had just finished an exam and my course mates were eagerly waiting outside for me to come and relate to them the information I had. Scattered higgledy-piggledy like sheep without shepherd, probably discussing the exam questions, I knew what I needed to do –gather them together– and that was exactly what I did. Then, I began addressing them, oh it had been a while I dazzled them with my witty speeches and comic remarks. They quietly listened to the sentences dropping smoothly from my mouth word hook line, sinker and were enjoyably gulping down every word as if they were inspirational quotes from motivational books or a best-selling novel worth being glued to. Were they memorizing my words like an inspirational poem in a poetry collection?

Lost among them, there I was feeling like Jesus Christ because no one could know that I was their leader. It wasn’t up to three minutes I started, like the shock of bad news, I was interrupted when I was told that somebody was calling me. I left after taking permission from my people; they didn’t even mind, they gave it to me readily. When I got there, I met four men standing and one of them, a tall, dark, clean-shaven, quite handsome man dressed in suit who spoke:

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Death, How Mean Thou Art



On a hill far away stood that old rugged demon, an emblem of suffering and shame. “Why have you done this? This was not our agreement! Why should you leave us alone? How do you expect us to cope with living without you? Does it mean we will not see again in this life? God, why? Why? It shouldn’t be you! What have we done to deserve your death? Wake up! Don’t go now…!”

Those are some of the mournful, depressing words, tragic quotes and uninspiring poems you’ve caused to come out of the lips of innocent mouths; those are the terrible lyrics of horrible agony songs that you’ve caused people you never knew and families that never planned nor rehearsed it to sing as if they were choristers. You just come in uninvited, grab your victim unprepared and take them without any consolation. No thanks to you, sad memories of our deceased loved ones surge through our minds. We can’t but point accusing fingers at you! How cruel you are in manner! How cold you are in deeds! This guy is no literature and fiction, he is for real.

Thursday, 8 June 2017

The Joy Of Wining And The Pain Of Losing



And that’s the final whistle! The moment we’ve all been waiting for! Hear the loud deafening cheer. Feel the ecstasy in the air. They are not in a state of euphoria, they’re launching into unrestricted, interminable happiness. They can’t believe their eyes and ears. They are lost for words to express their excitement. Take it anywhere, you can’t reverse the decision.

See them running up and down like children on playground. They’re congratulating one another, hugging themselves, raising one another shoulder-high. No one can dampen their ardour or stop them as they throw new dance steps. No one can turn them off as they sing their new songs of inspiration. At best you’ll watch, at worst you’ll walk away. They’ve become a new source of inspiration just seeing their celebration and hearing their story of glory. When they interview them, their words and experience altogether become an inspirational poem on the tabloids of history and their statements quotable quotes lavishly splashed all over the media fronts.

Monday, 10 April 2017

Afraid To Try


He thinks life is unfair
That goals are not worth the dare
That since destiny is unclear
He would not try so as not to wear

He’s always afraid to wake up
Break the shell and climb to the top
Because he doesn’t want to flop
He doesn't run not to even hop