Negromancer

We are coming back to that era

When you thought you were better;

It was pure brutality then

All you had to do was learn

Of the mediocrity of the forefronters

And swiftly the “almighty” with gifts banters.

Who could have imagined your savagery;

Making men work in penury

You awakened the consciousness of colour

And immediately became the coloured jailor

It was hard to be free from your prison

Many blood had to flow in that season

Finally! Came the long awaited victory.

The song of victory fills every city

It’s a new day! Its anew era!

It was hard for you to switch over

But you had to play cool with us

We dined together and were equals on the bus

Our houses and rights you made us believe “the same”

Everything was beginning to look sane

Not knowing that underneath all the façade

You carry out daily what I call singular escapade;

Propagating the age long colour bias

I go back in age to summon the word; alas!

You are not all razers

But more of you are Negromancers  

Country Home

Oh my great territory!

The mightiest and of all the greatest

where voices harmonius than Canary

from time to time sing in glorious conquest

The gathering of confederacy

A city set on the crest

which has no need for gallery

A beauty sited higher than everest

Oh! my great territory!

Whose citizens remain the purest

A country full of mystery

Built by the wise’s wisest

Though it be set on crest yet not wavery

It is and will always be my interest.

where do I go from here?

there comes a time in a man’s life

When in the mind there is strife

knowing not of a surety

what is the next step of safety;

do I go or do I stay?

do I remain on this way ?

Now in a state of confusion

living almost without a mission

but to dwell on in perplexion

till darkened be the complexion

almost as if a non existence.

Wait! Turn to your conscience

there speaks the voice of truth;

my ‘word’ is a light to your path

Take Death for a Walk

take death for a walk

Borne out of a post is an important truth of time. A predominant end of all to man is death. We grow daily but fail to understand that we also in growing die daily. I wake up today as a young boy wishing I was older, on my 16th birthday hope arises in me.. Now I’ve got the freedom I need. On my 18th birthday I am legally an adult and could make choices and decisions on my own. “Hey! Take death for a walk in your choices” says the voice of wisdom. Weigh every of your action with death.. let’s see if there’ll be sanity in the society. The end of all here is death,but journey with the end even from now and choose rightly before then.

Happily never ever — Opinions

With office comes responsibilities and expectations.trusts are gained and kudos given when an officer delivers according to the requirements of office and expectation of the masses.what do we however experience in this land of sweet talks and empty promises…hopes and trusts shattered and that! not assemble able.one who even tries to pick up the shatters […]

via Happily never ever — Opinions

Happily never ever

With office comes responsibilities and expectations.trusts are gained and kudos given when an officer delivers according to the requirements of office and expectation of the masses.what do we however experience in this land of sweet talks and empty promises…hopes and trusts shattered and that! not assemble able.one who even tries to pick up the shatters is pricked.before getting there you have built us a castle,islands and a “happily ever after” however after a year in office you can commission just a table tennis…..is this in anyway near the expectation?our leaders have sentenced us to instead of a happily ever after, HAPPILY NEVER EVER.

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Provoke

You guys should try to be us and see if you can tolerate you.That! I see as a solution to provocation. Although it may not be 100% applicable.case study of some persons that flare up at anything anyone does at all.many might not want to agree with this but then it is my opinion that what provokes me might not provoke you and vice versa..but then as said earlier try to put yourself in my shoe before you do anything;if this is done and you are satisfied then go ahead with what you want to do and HOPE I am not PROVOKED.
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Reality

The journey of a thousand miles
With just a step it begins they say
This however looks like it’s goin to take a while
Even at that place in Ikare days
When talks and parade like books pile
Discouragement then begins its play
many like David in the lord ’emselves ncourage
it’s just gonna be a while they claim
but a few days “oh how time flies” they rage
oh! time leaving your duty to maim
Alas your wings have become a scourge
Dragging sluggishly as a snail lame
When my heart “when will I see my home” sings
Hey! Come back to life and be truthful
It is only your mind playing a fast one 
It only becomes slow when you want it faster
Time dances to its time not your tune
Cos here we are at the final lap
We need not be fatigued
’cause even now life journey has “just” began