...Nightmares

I'm thinking of a time after the end
the very first second without worries
the very last minute with tears...

I'm seeing that moment
when the sun sits high in the sky
blazing in its light
yet we don't burn under its heat.
what a delight...

I'm smiling at the realization
that I'm sitting between the lion and the hyena
staring at a new civilization
and adapting to things the way they are.

Stupid dream!

#CurtainsClose

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Pain, fear, un-remorseful jabs on his face.

Wide open palms swinging to his cheek bone 

Tightened fists to face Head butts, kicks, spits and rants Swinging club to knee.

Crack! crack!, the ribs are sounding,

Heart is pacing.

A joint feeling of fear and pain Cripples the spine

...Can you see through his eyes?

The mob.

Running through the wind in fear,

The crowd behind him, hurling things in the air 

Slicing through his fear ...Objects breezing near. 

He can't seem to keep them off his rear.

They catch up to him.

Bang! On the head, rolls on floor

Pounding increasing accompanying the uproar.

Sticks, planks and metals rising up and down to his almost lifeless body... 

In symphony of a determined goal; the kill.

His sight is blurred, 

with tears and blood.

Rod to the chest planks to head left for dead.

Tyres roll in, then gasoline and match.

Strike!... There was fire... Then nothing.

Mob disperses.

Did u see through his eyes?

What If You Said Something?

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A low gentle voice speaks peace

The loud voice speaks inspiration to the feeble of hearts.

What if you never said a thing, nor ever effected a change you so desired?

What if your kids would have had that better life you wished if only you said something? If only you shouted when you saw evil being done.

What if your society just only needed your innocent wisdom to become envy to all? ...but you said nothing.

What if that mishap would have been prevented if only you told him about his bad tyres, if only you held her hand as she crossed the tarred road?

What if all your wife needed was that word of encouragement to feel and confirm you still loved her?

What if that man just needed your smile to show that the world still cares about him, keeping him from committing suicide?

Just think about it...

What if that little girl’s fate depended on your decent dressing?

What if all that was left was to say 'I'm sorry, I never meant any harm'?

What if you just listened to your heart and paid more attention to your instincts?

What if you forgave yourself for anything that has happened in the past just to make progress in life?

What if you were that homeless beggar under the bridge? What would you have loved to change? How would you have loved to be treated?

What if the change your nation needed was dependent on each one of you to speak up? To be united in words and in deeds? To be patient with each other and protective of your neighbour?

What if we broke the norm of being afraid and expressed with wisdom, our opinion on any issue? Would that kill you?

What if I told you 20 years from now, you'll regret the things you didn't do than the things you did?

What if we decide here and now to speak!

The future is here!

What If?

What if I was not human, Just an animal convinced to be a person

Living amongst you all, barking yet thinking I’m making words

What if my hopes have been falsified?

Maybe I have been living a fake life,

Being lied to just to keep staying alive?

On hopes that ain't real.

What if crime wasn't crime?

That the police justified their use of guns by being the police?

just to oppress.

What if things aren't really the way you perceived them to be.

What if babies cried to warn you of imminent danger?

...but then you plug in their pacifier to keep them quiet.

What if you were just a clone?

The real you lived thousands of years ago

You are here making serious reasoning meanwhile it doesn't really matter.

What if we didn't need to work to get paid?

We are just being slave-driven to achieve some devil's plan.

What if?

What if we lived forever?

Would that be enough time to do right?

Would there then be enough time to spend with family?

Or would it be just too much.

What if all parents really did take the first positions while in school.

Would that mean I am nothing like my dad?

Coz I never came first in my class

What if 365 days never really makes a year.

That it was meant to be 90 days.

...and what if 24 hours wasn't a day either

Think of how old you would have become by now.

What if?

What if Eve never ate the apple and didn't give to Adam to eat.

What would it have been by now?

What if they really ate the apple and made away with the seed to plant it.

What would have been the name of the fruit; Apple? Mango? Passion fruit?

Just saying.

What if doing good is bad?

That bad guys get to live longer so they could have the chance to be good

While good guys die coz they are too good.

What if our lives and everything around us are just our imaginations?

That we see and create images the way we want them to be.

It’s just all in our minds?

What if I was just writing this to keep you glued to your screen?

To make you think a little bit outside your box for about a minute and the half.

Making you think of what you wanted to be different.

Now you are thinking of who I am and what's wrong with me.

Ok, now you are smiling. Confused and thinking I'm crazy.

What if you were right?

Nothingness

there are times when you stay in your state of nothingness
thinking less of yourself thinking of your carelessness
those are moments your world stops to spin
then your head begins the spin

like an arse pain from the pin
you begin to grow lean
haunted by thoughts or broken dreams.
scenerios of scary scenes,
becomes the life for your very being

And again the nothingness deludes your awareness.
yet in vain you struggle till u r breathless.

the depth of the shallow mind isn't far fetched.
the voice of the dumb can not still be heard by the very attentive deaf.

you read in-between the lines,
you stared with very open eyes.
there was a lot...
yet you see not

yet you see not.

Darkness so bright it could be seen from the distance.
in thick confusion you still stand.

your struggle continues
your opinion devalues
your are left without clues.

Probes

It’s about the crimes and the evils

It’s about the government and its people

It’s the corruption and injustice

The judiciary and court cases

The looters and the probes

The committees of the probes

The Government says "it has prospects"

yes, but prospects ain't success...Sir!

We have the "can-do spirit"

Intentions are good but the spirit can only intend...

rather pretend.

This Government has more panels than the panel-beater

More probes than the crime

More crimes than its people.

More people than their Reps.

Yet we sit and watch

we sit and expect change

we cry in our church

we expect God to rearrange?

Probes were for resolutions

rather we get recommendations and not implementations

we spend funds to probe

then we turn around to probe the funds?

I love Nigeria, but I don't like Nigeria

Tired of wishing for the best

Tired of keeping grudge in my chest

Now I must rest.

Rest assured that I still have hope

even as events unfold like the opera's soap

Nails in the fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.

 

He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. 

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

Remember that friends are very rare jewels indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed; They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.

 

Cheers.