I’ll be twenty,You’ll be thirty,We’ll be everything,As in all things. Just a little problem,They’ll be reciting psalm.If you’ve no money,They’ll have no honey. Should you die,They’ll become a lie.Even your own children –‘Ll be unknown to friends. What’s in life?Only a lie!We go on rolling,Until we’re dying! @as 061818
O yeah!Finally, did I find a churchwhere humans are respected fortheir humanity! It doesn’t matter where they’re from;Neither does their social class matter;Their sexual preferences don’t tooas long as we’re talking abouttwo consenting adults! I believe the Saviorwill prefer such!Rather than whereliars, pretenders, globe-trottingand get-rich-quick pastorsabound! 061823
Okunrin rere l’awa;Okunrin rere l’awa;Awa ntoju aya wa;Awa ntoju omo wa;Okunrin rere l’awa! We are good men;We are good men;We’re taking care of our wives;We’re taking care of children;We’re good men! Really? It can’t be argued that most societies are patriarchal. And it’s reflected in the social, political, economic and cultural structures where men are…
I get swept by razzle; Blinded by dazzle, readily forgetting where I’m standing! We’ll have plenty of potato, so says manifesto; I’m persuaded, I’ll be uplifted! While asking for votes, politicians gave loads of tons of promises and infrastructure for tommies! Not needing to be encouraged – no one could change my influenced resolve to…
Weren’t our elders right, when they said luxury of getting old came with a price, of witnessing the not too pleasant? Unfortunately, since we are earnestly praying to get old, there is nothing we could have done; we even pray to use our toothless molars to nibble on kolanuts, being clueless, we enjoy being, prisoners…
Yeah!Like an abortion,Rejection comes!Today’s happinessMay not last;Sadness mightTomorrow bring! We laugh,We drink,To a stateOf understanding! That’s not enoughTo be bankable! You may still,You might still,Be rejected! Take in strideYou must,Cos that’s lifeYou win some!You lose some!! @ as 061419
Who sent me?Politricians did!What sent me?Livelihood did!Whither sent me?Flung across seas! Betterment I seek;Rigor, not minding!Neither tremor intrinsic,In my wanderlust! I hasten,Love forgotten!Now love struck,For my inamorata! Afore fatherland;Oh! How I love,But to solve,Inherent storms! @as 06p319
