LIFE 015

A POEM about life

We view it from the unique perspective of our personal experiences

Through the gaping holes in our respective emotional fences

Through the perceived vulnerabilities of our own defences

Through the several compelling influences of our conferences 

Through the unexplainable possibilities caused by our individual sciences

Through the assumed premises of indoctrinated societal inferences.

We often ponder on the reason for our existence 

Constantly seeking answers that will justify our essence 

Never sure of reaching the utmost heights of our competence

But still managing to pretend that we are not bothered by the uncertainty of losing our dainty planet

And the certainty that a sovereign deity created our planet.

If only we could view at a glance the entire timeline from past to future

Maybe we might have made better informative decisions in order to create a better future 

Maybe we might have abused the information we had and destroyed our world as we know it

Or maybe we might have been so terrified that we do nothing and still have our world as we know it

The variables will always be endless but our choices are absolute.

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NO PRESSURE

A POEM about dealing with people trying to be in your business and what they think about you

I’m certain you’ve got a plethora of questions to ask

I understand it is a gossiper’s compelling task

That horrible mask

Behind which you bask

Constantly searching for whose life to ransack

And looking for others with which to multitask.

I live in this tent

It’s my spirit who pays the rent

And my body owes no one the knowledge of how much it’s lent.

It’s a priceless skill I have learnt

Perceiving what the inquiry originally meant

And putting the inquirer off my scent

By giving an answer that gets my own message sent

Without projecting a character dent.

I never worry about others thinking that I’m not doing great

I’m only cautious about pretending to be doing great

Nevertheless, no one deserves to see my spirit bare

Except the One who purposed to create me without a dare

The only One who understands and feels all my pain

The only One who knows that I am not here in vain.

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SEASON’S GREETINGS

A POEM about the year 2020 and the festive season

It has been a black year of grief

A white year of pain

A red year of loss

It has also been a green year of growth 

A blue year of breakthrough 

And a yellow year of hope

We are all survivors indeed

We were broke but still helped others in need

We were locked up but still managed to feed

We were lonely but still took heed 

It has all led to the budding of many seeds

We’ll soon have so much to feed

And more to harvest than we need

May this season usher in good tidings

May this season usher in perfect timings

May this season usher in big signings 

May this season usher in higher ratings

May this season usher in silver linings

May this season usher in tremendous blessings

Season’s greetings!

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THE GOOD YOU GIVE

A POEM about doing good and not expecting anything in return

I know you’re gearing up to give so much goodness

But being good is mostly perceived as a weakness

Your friends take advantage of your weakness

Your foes are angry with you because of your weakness

Your goodness exposes their wickedness

You put others first and yourself last

Others put themselves first and place you last

You endure inconvenience, not minding how long it will last

Even while you have on a cast, you still make moves to ensure that your friends do not come last

Still wonder why good folks never last?

If you’re hell-bent on always doing that which is right and good

Then you’ve got to brace yourself for some things that are not so good

Like being constantly disappointed by those to whom you’ve been good

And series of attacks from those who see no good in doing good

You’ve got to know that they owe you nothing for doing them good

And that they constantly envy your capability to do good

Their indifference to your needs should not surprise you

They are built different from you

Acknowledging that, will help you

Although they keep hurting you,

Keep fighting for the good in you

And maybe someday they’ll learn to do good through you

And if not, in the end you face the one who created you

Knowing you stayed true to what was demanded of you.

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FOR MY OWN GOOD

A POEM for my Country- Nigeria

It has always been a bitter-sweet relationship with you

If I am being honest

The bitter supersedes the sweet

I was once innocent, emotional and hopeful 

But you played me dirty because I was vulnerable

I got hurt and I flipped 

I became numb and hopeless 

I decided to focus only on myself and family

And to never consider you in my decisions 

Because I felt cheated by you

Then I discovered that I could not do without you

You are me and I am you

We are entwined

You make up my blood and genes 

And I simply cannot exist without you

Even when I try so hard to deny you

Then I thought,

If I want to be better

I have to help you be better too

Neither of us can do it alone

We rub off on each other

And because I am desperate to become a better version of me

I must help you be better.

Although I am no more the naive one I used to be,

For our mutual good,

I choose to have a change of heart.

For you, I will be that bride 

Who refuses to leave her abusive husband

Because she strongly hopes and believes that someday 

Her resilience and wit will eventually pay off

And she can finally have that great family she always dreams of.

If my sacrifice alone does not suffice,

I believe there are others,

More than a few,

Who will stand with me 

To make a sacrifice big enough 

For your redemption.

Oh yes, I am referring to you NIGERIA!

I will do that for you

For my own good.

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WHAT IS LIFE?

A POEM about those things that make us feel alive

what is life

if not the cry of a newborn

the sound of your favourite person’s car horn

the sumptuous taste of sweet caramel popcorn 

the immeasurably great potential in being freeborn

what is life

if not the ultrasound of a wanted fetus

the healing properties of the eucalyptus 

an increase in social status 

being the sole owner of a most sort after apparatus 

completing your first self-owned business prospectus 

what is life 

if not making your first million 

earning the first-position pedestal on the pavilion 

being worth over a billion 

commanding a battalion 

single-handedly stopping a protest from expanding into a full-blown rebellion 

winning your first medallion 

these and so much more is life

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POEM: WHAT A WORLD!

What a world!

Where the bold get accused of coveting gold

Where the old are left out in the cold

Where you’re never told before being sold

Where you must hold a particular standard and never fold

Where your mould will most certainly, eventually grow mold.

It’s always a long and rigorous road

No matter how light your load

Even if you hop like a toad

You’ll still arrive at your own crossroad.

You’ve got to learn to upload

Only what you’ll need to download 

In order to maximize your payload.

Then there’s the illusion of living together in love and harmony

They call it matrimony

It usually starts with a merry ceremony 

Some end up as a testimony

Some end up with alimony

You can’t even judge most for their acrimony 

After hearing their story about what led to disharmony.

They say only the paranoid survive;

Who then will help to revive

What was lost in the quest for survival?

What kind of world do we hope to derive

If there’s no one to drive home a revival?

Oh, what a world!

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POEM: A STEP FORWARD

My environment was hostile 

I became volatile

All my efforts to stay positive were futile

I knew I had to somehow, find a way to flip the tile

And that if I don’t take the appropriate step now, being somewhat juvenile,  

I’ll never stop paying till regret renders me senile.

I had to be versatile

I had to start working towards ideas that were fertile,

The type that will imprint my name among the elite percentile. 

When they realised I was about to pull off a feat,

They made my decision seem counterfeit

They tried to make me realise all I was about to forfeit

But I saw beyond their deceit 

I made my own conceit

I determined to stand firm and fit

And I swore to myself that they’ll meet me on my feet

When next we meet.

I realised that to keep up in a world where it’s every man for himself,

You’ve got to start showing up for yourself.

Then, I started showing up for myself

And in what seemed to be a twinkle of an eye,

Everything around me started to answer aye.

That got me really high,

Not the drunken high,

But the I’m-going-forth-to-conquer-the-world high.

My determination to resolve my plight

Has led me to seeing the light

Although the light of the day I currently see slightly resembles that of a twilight,

I’m positive my journey won’t end up in flight

Because I’ll never stop the fight

In order to experience the fulfillment of replaying the highlights

When it all comes to limelight.

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POEM: A RESOLUTION OR NOT

If you think you have an opinion

And you feel the need for communion

Do not speak like you have dominion 

No one likes to feel inferior in a union

Secretly cutting onions

Because you constantly reject their opinions

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Poem: A Resolution or not

POEM: BEGINNING OF A DECADE

It’s the beginning of a decade

One we aren’t yet aware of its facade

One we’re still behind its barricade

Though we have a glimpse of its arcade

We still can’t tell how it’ll cascade

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