morethan conqueror

..., by her word a city was destroyed

she wore the warriors belt
all his gold she had on her neck
he was bruised for her glory
he was wounded for her transgressions.

she has the champion on her laps
the mightiest of all
is her toy at home
her wish is his command.

she is more fierce than tiger
more poisnous than viper
more cunning than serpent
as vigilant as a fox.

by her word was a city destroyed
by her order another was saved
though she can’t lift a bow
but for her all the world must bow
because her man is the lord of all.

she knew no pain
neither understands what a batlle field
looks like
yet all the spoils of war
are at her mercy.

she had no weapon
yet dictates the dirrection of arrow
in battle field
at her demand
a prophet was beheaded
at her pleasure the strong was blinded
and made n entainer in a strange land.

all the world
she had at her feet
all the pleasure on earth
she had at her bossom
her anger no one must triger
lest the warrior’s wroth be provoked.

I Still Remember

........., some how i still remember

I still remember my poor neighborhood
How I used to sit n wait for crumbs
Perhaps I could quench fire of hunger
Emanating from my stomach n brain.

2hours had passed
Yet no one recognized my presence
3hours had passed
and each step as though coming to me
4hours had passed
and my mouth still opened
Waiting to answer a call that I never heard.

Now my miserable self is walking away
To bury itself on mama’s foam
Praying to God alone
To sustain this troubled soul

I’ll never forget my cruel neighbor
That met my problem with spoilt beans
This threatened to seize my breath
I still remember the number of beans
In her red round plate.

I still remember the night
I lay with a mad man behind me
I have not forgotten the rain that woke me up that night.
Behind the corridor of our pit latrine
I still feel it cold sometimes.

If I’ve a pen
I’ll write about my life
I’ll tell of my encounter with men n ghost
I’ll narrate my entire encounter with beasts’ n monsters
Even how I kept my dreams in the midst of nightmares.

I still remember those that mocked me
When I wore rags n hunt rats,
Even those that despise me
When I wine n dine in the same plate with pigs
I’ve not forgotten.

I still remember Juliet my first love
Fairest of all women I ever met
Tender n comely to behold,
I’ve not forgotten how I shivered
Like one exposed to zero degree weather
The first time I met her,
I had never forgotten how I was overcame
By sorrow n pain inflicted upon me by
Harsh condition n uncertainties
When I try to express my deep affection for her.

I still remember
The road to yam market
I still remember my spot in a white Toyota bus
I still recall the number of times
We frequent that path on daily basis
I’ve not forgotten
Those women who felt sorry
For a 12 years old bus conductor.

I still remember
The number of bus that overtook me
As I trekked to and fro high school
I still remember the number of pot holes
On that path.

I still remember the first time I cried
I cried when no one could understand my pain
I cried for love that I never had
I cried for my lost script
Instead of consolation all I received,
Was a shout n a closed door
So I cried.

I still remember the day
A clergy told me that my dad is not fit to live
I still remember all the pain I nursed as a little boy
I’ve not forgotten all the odd moments of my life
But I had let them behind me.

All my life
I’ve tried to forgive everything
That ever hurt me
But somehow
I still remember.

Answer this clarion call

........, u've got to answer this call

I am their messiah
As prophesied by Isaiah
Though born in a manger
Exposed to danger
Worshiped first by strangers.

I’m their own
For them I dropped my life, on my own
Yet they recognized not the seed I’ve sown
So I stretched forth my hand to unknowns
For them too I own.

What have we done?
To deserve his blood they wondered.
Oh only if you can hear the son
You would have
Answer this call for abundant.

God’s only begotten son
Is still calling;
Make haste before I shut the door
All I have is yours
Only when you answer this call

You’ve got to turn a new leaf
All I need from you is lord I belief
Then all Calvary blessings will be yours
And you will become part of us
A coheir to riches untold
Which by it self soon will unfold.

Hello Mrs. Adam

i've tried to invoke ur number through the wonder of technology but somehow the network is too busy

Whose is this face?

This beautiful face that my mind behold

As though I was in Eden

This beautiful face that never fade in my memory

The most beautiful I ever imagined

Behold the woman; mother eve

Mother of kings n slaves

Mother of cops n thieves

Mother of sinners’ n saints

All the world children are yours

Your flesh is my flesh

N your bone in my bone

Oh yea! I can feel it

The quest to know more

Still burn in my mind

But I pray I do not come to ruin

Like you in my quest for knowledge

For in your quest for knowledge

You defiled the commandment of the most high

N today the quest for knowledge

Had exposed us to nuclear weapon

Threatening the very life we live

In our quest for knowledge

We’ve stumbled upon aids

N many deadly diseases

In our quest for knowledge we

Almost discovered how a woman can have

A baby without a man.

So in future our men will marry trees

N has leaves as their baby

Tomorrow some of us may pack to mercury

While others may have their farms in mars

Ma! Just like you ran for cover

We’ve invented antiballistic missile

We’ve invented drugs to cure the pain we created

Though most are not much effective

We still enjoy some level of covering

For a very long time Ma!

I’ve been trying to reach your number

Through the wonders of technology

But your network was too busy

N sometimes my call diverted

To the realms of infinite quest for knowledge

I shall remain connected on this path

Till the network gets better

Then I may tell you

Our gain n pain in our quest for knowledge,

Venus diamond

my love is made of venus gold

My love is made of Venus diamond

Stored in heaven

Guided by angel’s strength

It was begotten by hope

Upon impossibility.

Only a super hope

Could show me so divine a thing

Where feeble faith could not have flown

But vainly flapped its miserable wings.

Soldiers upon soldiers

Had failed

Nobles upon nobles

Had perished

Then come this creature

With little or nothing to offer

But a heart full of gold.

Millions of guns n power

Could not win her heart

Richies upon richies

Her soul desired not

But for that heart full of glory

It adores.

Only a super hope

Could show me so divine a thing

Manufactured in the city of angels

Yet dwells among men,

Seen first by merchants

Embraced first by kings

Yet for them her heart would not flicker

But for that heart full of grace

It yearns for.

Her heart speaks

In an unknown tongue in the palace

The king was worried n sent for interpreters

He also sent for counselors

But like Job of old

She declares; oh! Miserable comforter

Please let me alone for my heart is heavy,

Then the could not sleep
So he sent for all the princes of the world

He also sent for warriors n conquerors

Yet none could understand her heart

Nor help her condition

Then comes this breed of hope n joy

Interpreting her mind even before she think.

Only a super hope could show me so divine a thing

My heart has find its pair she trumpeted with joy

As she shut my wild eyes with a kiss

A Tribute to Corper Ade

he served our people n we love him

Corper Ade is a royal diadem

A tall n lanky Youngman

Moving across our street like a lion

At first we mistook him for a viper

So we set traps to bring him to justice

But like a fox he escaped all

As time went bye

All our hands were on our heads

Him whom we sought to crucify

Was sent a messiah to us

Like Jesus to the Jews

And like Paul to the gentiles

He revived our community

Setting the heart of fathers against their children

Exposing our heart to new school of thought

A school of thought that will never conform

To the dictates of corruption.

A school of thought that had vowed to fight

So long injustice thrives.

We had problem with some of his ideology

But could not deny its impact.

It brought a fresh light of optimism

Into frustrated n decaying

Hope of our young ones.

Corper Ade a legend in our moonlight tale

The song of our daughters by the riverside

A dream son of every man.

He was here n he served us

We bid him farewell to a greater call

Above all we pray that he spread his gospel

A gospel of revolution

Not necessary a physical one

Perhaps a mental revolution

A Prince among Thieves

i knew a man, that once promised to change the face of this vicinity... when he..., i knew him

I knew a man

Born a messiah to his people

He had a dream

A dream of greatness

A dream to usher in bright light of hope

Into dark night of stagnation n poverty

He had a dream

A dream that could transform their cosmic elegy

into glorious psalm of brotherhood.

I knew a man

Who destiny had favored to

accomplish his dream

He was determined to execute his plans to the end

But he was alone in his thought.

His decision was contrary to their opinion

So they gave him pepper when he needed salt

When he ask for reason,

they gave him sword to put on his people neck.

He invoked a transforming agenda

They converted it to a comic show.

I knew a man

Whose friends, brought his dream to ruin

A man whom situation threatens his dream

And today only slight different exist

between him n his fellows

They now wine and dine with corruption.

Leaving the people he was meant to deliver

On filthy rag of poverty.

I knew a man

Who God will judge one day

A man whose instructors n mentors

Shall face justice someday

And the people shall trample upon them

and their works that day.

A slum in Gidi

Our habitation is a trash field.

We consume all the waste of our city,

in our vicinity, tyres outnumber people

Yet we have no motorbikes.

We build our tent with rusted zinc

and reinforce the top with blown tyres.

Snake n scorpion our unfriendly neighbors,

though we’ve learn to live with them.

The floor inside our tent, is our priceless foam,

while we employed round shaped stone as pillow.

water is far from us,

so we learnt to cope with our urine.

We wine n dine in the same plate with dogs n pigs,

the prodigal son of old could not

endure our tent for a night.

We are independent prisoners

entangled with piercing chain of poverty.

Meted upon us by our own mother’s children,

their abode is the high places of the earth.

While we occupied this crooked dungeon.

Path of Tigers

Oh the path we tread

Full of thorns n traps

Stained by blood of the poor n martyrs

Not meant for the weak

To prevail in this jungle you ought to be a tiger

For years we’ve been on this path

After our oppressors left us

Our own brother in turn became our tormentors

They made our journey full of briers n sorrow

Dogs are not fit to survive in this jungle

Elephants can’t dare it

To prevail in this jungle you ought to be a tiger

Our leaders are our traitors

They promise light

In return we saw fire

They promise water

In return we saw spit

Their habitation is in the dark places of the earth

Therefore our path they left dark like night

Sheep cannot cope in our journey

Neither can goat venture it

To prevail u ought to be a tiger

We prayed for leaders

But found rulers

We prayed for home

Our rulers gave us jungle

We sought for pillow to lay our wearied head

But found stone

We prayed for road

But our rulers set traps on our highways

Thousands of us had watered that

path with their blood

No Bull survived it neither did any
Antelope crossed it

To prevail you ought to be a tiger

To survive this jungle most of us ran to spiritual tents

Perhaps we could be made invincible

Lo our merchants are slaves in the underworld

In search for power they have drank

from pot of destruction

Little wonder they are pencils in the devil’s hand

Leaving our path hard like rock

Oh the path we tread no monkey can venture

To prevail you ought to be a tiger

a nation of vipers

our rulers to us have become like vipers

We partook not in their crimes

Yet we suffered its consequence

Their errors had left our towns in shambles

Our people are paying dearly for a

depth they owe not

Diseases n hunger are ravaging our

town

So everywhere in the city

we’ve their burdens on our
shoulders

Some on their head.

When will this evil cease

We’re like people with no ruler

Disorderliness had become the order of the day

The watchmen are not different from thieves

Neither exists any different between

our lawmakers n its offenders.

In the same cup they wine

In the same basin they wash their hands

Their iniquity had invoked curse on our land

But we bore the pain of a crime we knew not

So everywhere in the city

we’ve their burdens on our
shoulders

Some on their head.

Lucifer shall not remain forever in

Papal’s throne I once heard.

But woe to the people while he tarried

They shall seek for justice and have troubles

They shall seek for bread and have stones

They seek for knowledge and have ignorant

The inhabitants shall account for a crime they knew not

The people shall wander about like sheep without shepherd

Such is our story

So everywhere in the city

we’ve their burdens on our
shoulders

Some on their head.