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he served our people n we love him

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


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

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.

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.

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

our rulers to us have become like 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


So everywhere in the city

we’ve their burdens on our

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

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

Some on their head.

me n mama many year ago

me n mama many year ago

All the world! all the world!!

nothing on earth could be compared

not even the totality of diamond in the world

nor all the hiden treasures in the sea

her love for me is past finding out.

She is the meaning of life

the very breath i’m inhaling

my source of water in the desert

my best book of love

nothing on earth can take her place in my heart.

i’ve combed wikipedia,

perhaps i could get her a beffiting name.

i’ve troubled my mind,

perhaps it could invoke a name that beffits her.

the world book of life,

left me with names n names.

All the world word put together could not get her a name

so i called her my mini-God.

she is great grand daughter of Eve

fashioned not after the first Adam but the second.

She loved me before i know her

she praid me to existence

she bored my pains n endured m sorrows

she taught me the ways of men n the path of greatness

i love you.

perhap i need to re-edit my cv

perhap i need to re-edit my cv

Somehow, I’m use to the way,

shame opens up n swallow me

each time I go out to look for a job

Or the noise and chanting emanating

From the soul of my shoe each time

I run for a bus……..

It has gotten to that level

And now, each night I count

the number of people passing our street,

And each night I get the same number.

And when it rains, I count their footprints.

And then last night, I tiptoed to my belove’s apartment

and heard her talking to someone.

Who could be this beast that threatened my happiness

I wondered in tears,

And when I opened the door there was no one ……….

Only my love on her knees ,

praying to God, to get me a job.

My love is black n handsome
Nothing on earth could hold his Love for me to ransom
His words to me like Obama to America
His strength an icon of a true Africa.

I believe he can get me the moon
To him nothing is impossible
When he returns I will ask him to build me,
a skyscraper in Jupiter
Or get me the head of Osama

The entire world I can get
Only if I wish
My beloved had promised;
Not to witch hunt me like Osama
But promise me a positive change like Obama
God knows I’ll be in comma
If he declares this game over

All my life I’ve been on board
Perhaps I could squeeze my way abroad
My home to me had become a prison
It breeds no room for reason
I sought for a land flowing with milk n honey
Where I could afford comfort with little or no money

I’ve sold my family’s lot
I’ve looted their treasuries
Thrice I had been a victim of dark men
Oh how these waves weakened my curiosity
But my dream they couldn’t murder
For I had vowed to cross our boarder
To the land of all possibilities

My light has shined at last I thundered
Go get me the hottest wine in town
Call all my friends to merry
Come along with grace for me to marry
For together we’ll fly
To the land of hope

Who sent misfortune packing from its abode?
It has found a corner in my room
The postman’s bike had a delay
Only to reach me after the appointed time.

Woe to me!
All men shall call me cursed
For I’ve missed a trip to heaven
How will I endure the pain in this oven?
Administered by men in coven.

cruel mum

cruel mum

My mum denied my world

The joy of every sperm in the womb

I beat billions to make it

For some reasons unknown

I found myself in a trash field

When I was just some minute old

I cried for her love

But was embrace by flies

I sought for her kiss

But was licked by a dog

So I cried n cried my eyes out

But no one heard me

Rain fell n watered my fragile body

Mosquitoes had a nice time on my body

Before dawn I was already a ghost

Oh! Mother why