snipets

The scent of hermatan  was unwelcome, the air was dry, appalling brown   dust floated in the air settling everywhere creating a dirty dusty view  ; all of this was accompanied by the blistering heat of the beating sun, yet people still scrambled to their daily activity, it was resumption season and the school gate was open, its vibrant self expectantly busy, the hustles and bustles at first sight; displayed simply ordinary to most people, but to sola his dreams were becoming reality, he had surreal happiness, no matter how lucid everything appeared to be, he still would hope no one pinched him awake. It clearly wasn’t a dream, this all beat his imagination.

He oozed his freshness and with his new hair cut, confidence wasn’t lacking  all of this took  his mind afloat taking adventurous journey of taming the beast : His destiny!

He had done so much work to get to this position he read almost incessantly, and people worried about him,  to most guys his age ,he was different, that was his mothers words, she looked at him reading in the little makeshift study he built for himself in front of his house just before the burglary proof gate, keeping  his head rested on the bar , his head dutifully buried on his books she had that ebullient sting that showed that she had been calling him but could not do anything to him because he was reading, in that moment. Agitated wanting to swear at him squeezed her mouth but held herself back she was a dog on leash and this dog would hold itself back, she yelled “you are different” . he now  was opening a new chapter to his life, all of that raunchy moments with his family would stop now,  he had his freedom. His goals now were so close he could touch them, there was no space for the docile deuce of languor.

And even though the suns heats wrinkled everyone’s faces into a grump, the excitement refused to seize, he was in a high, even the sun would not tame him down .

He was beginning to fold now, his eyes were pressed into the window gazing out to sense his surreal dream fall into an imaginary pit of unimaginable depth , and all of that left him languishing in awe-inspired intimidation, he now could feel the heat under his t-shirt and would try to shake them out to no avail, he sweated profusely, in the bus the girl by his side would now try to avoid contact, afterall ‘ebola’

The faculty building stretched tall , he saw himself small and insignificant frozen as he stared at the roof   , he was walking on thin thread but, he did find a way to summon courage  his only engine driving him

contd….

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police woman’s son down

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that wasnt me

some things make you think, tell us something we didn’t know. the nigerian police just ranked one of the worst police in the world, i  know we all have our bad experience with the nigerian police, but we cant all share ours in this.

Apart from the fact that i was raised by a beautiful god fearing police woman (who was a constable by the way to all those who didn’t figure that out while i was in secondary school, my thought about the nigerian police, had been indifferent, i mean until a day my okada driver was stopped for beating the red light, i was furios and just to vent something out i told the okada man to live the police man God will judge him`( i put that in apostrophe, six years in shs i am just learning it)  that was enough to warrant me hardcore detention , i had a threat to life and assault charge placed against me( am i supposed to quote that? i meant   literally)

even though i was only detained for like six hours, ( am a business man now, thats a lot of business man hours,) i would like to say i am a victim , victim of police brutality, the nigerian police, took my 200 naira recharge card i had to buy as bail, and ever since i have had deep resentment for the npf(even though i hate the police that is a cool appreviation)  except for my mama, i love you mama,

even though i would like to say, we need proper for this orientation guys, i would not. scrap the police we can police ourselves, bring the army ( they are not worse ) they would have only beaten me and left me with bruises and open teeth .

(NB. there is no point to this , just sharing thoughts)

 

Sit, contemplate!

Touching,lovely,amazing, breathtaking
How I want to be there
The amazing romance between the mountain and the cloud

Like a gentle lover the cloud dutifully caressed the mountains,with its soft misty touch
In such fantastic manner

In awe-inspiring apparition the mountain top showed it surface
Venerable valleys stretched to its foot; showed
Beautiful spread greenery across the mountains surface
Like little shrubs large trees looked
Like doll houses large houses looked
Fresh spring of water flowed from its bountiful bossom

The misty cloud dropped it’s dew
Dressed in panoply the mountain looked.
How little do I feel facing this mountain

Awe

Touching,lovely,amazing, breathtaking
How I want to be there
The amazing romance between the mountain and the cloud

Like a gentle lover the cloud dutifully caressed the mountains,with its soft misty touch
In such fantastic manner

In awe-inspiring apparition the mountain top showed it surface
Venerable valleys stretched to its foot; showed
Beautiful spread greenery across the mountains surface
Like little shrubs large trees looked
Like doll houses large houses looked
Fresh spring of water flowed from its bountiful bossom

The misty cloud dropped it’s dew
Dressed in panoply the mountain looked.
How little do I feel facing this mountain?

Trouble makers

Trouble makers grew by their numbers
All of them myopic thinkers
Short sited thought only about the day
His shirt tattered and like his sagged Jean his ambition lagged

Yes I have got the chair; it is mine
We all know it’s a lie
We let the ghost lie
Tomorrow is another day:
The day of reckoning

I threw in the towel
Not out of poltroonery
But glancing at this buffoon;
He just don’t get it

The psychedelic scents of weed
Got in their head
Opium have destroyed them
One thing missing: their heads on a pike

The boy lacked the man’s respect
He formed acult on the man’s deathbed
All of this ignoble fetidness
All displayed madness

Humans are like leaves they grow they die the tree which is the human race will outlive them
They barely will be missed

Rakes gather them to face the fire
Like they were never there

In the race for survival I have learnt to be soft
And smoothly cross the stream of life with gentle rolls
Where ever the stream flows do we find bigger waters
More treacherous,but you find bigger wonders

 

Sunday journal

downloadHustles and bustles forced me here
Forced and we were all here
Choir Sang with all of their breath
Time to begin exonerating the breath of life
Bringing peace to us all
So that all our generation will not fall

The sign of peace,will be seen in all the earth after this mass
All who pass shall feel the spirit pass
Weekly glories pours out from this day
Our narratives are never the same
Lord have mercy for we are your people
Bring to us peace; to all your people

Swinging the hips to the glory of our God
All the rituals we do. Not for the dead
But for the new life springing from the bud
I pray and never get bored
Do not fault us for our shallow might
But protect the battles we did fight

The most holy Trinity
The three stand by me; the spirit I do feel
Come for me , for all of my exhaustion will ever be in vain gain
I am not asking for vain gain
But the water that flow from thy vein,please.do flow through mine

The psalmist sang
One soothing soprano. the other deep reverberating bass
Coursing from my head through my nape to my legs fast
I will greet them with the holy kiss

The love of the world make a man sin
God loved the world to forgive all our sin
The son did die but the sun will go on forever
As the light shines darkness never breaks

Adoringly, the saint rounded us
Holy grounds indeed
We are her to not In purity but four souls·–purified
All our Rosary beads to give them faithful bid

He is eternal all mighty and uncreated
He can never be abated
Mystery beyond all mysteries
Disproves calculations in numerics
One , definitely not three
Unsolved in general for generations

The saints didn’t understand
Augustine met a boy to understand
More confused he did get
All of the wisdom can not be fetched
The stream always flows
Showing humanly lazy beams of self reflection(big little lies)

The Trinity are united
Unique never compared
Unfaltered never leaves a man broke hearted

Adding honey to sugar the priest
The priest passed the good news
On a pulpit
Muse to the people

The pictures painted conspicuously
The stories told verily and merrily. truly!
The claps resoundingly grew
Blowing kisses,the kisses flew
The priest knew for his head grew

The longer it took
The gospel mongers needed more
He poured out more
He filled the boxes of the poor

The light shines outside
In the middle of rusted roofings
Perfect ,pure
The scape comfortable dwelling

I believe like thousands in this band
We are not bandits but ‘gospelers.
We have a propeller
The Lord who moves us
He is no fortune teller he is the destiny changer

Neighborhoods gather together in peaceful manner
Never before in this manner this matter faltered Godly acceptance

Zombie paces across the hall
Grace and blessings they called for
Buried heads in concession
Waiting for Godly communication

Sitting in long lengthened pews
The cahndelier set above
Beautiful irridiscent lights shone on heads
Mocking the colours we wished

The colours different for choirs
Pink gowns and deeply sewn capes
Accentuated the depth of music they chorused
Black shirt and trousers for the men
Simplicity sincerely

Painted dove hung on the ceiling
Resounding the presence of the spirit
All who serve be granted merit
The badge of grace he has granted us all–– USAMAH

 

 

 

 

Concessions

Engines grind
Up and down they circled.
It warned as it bulldozed.
The activities stretched .
The space laid ,
A small lane.

They all sat on the bench awaiting his faith.
The lies ? well paint .
The colours ? deceit.
The pages long .
The heads heavy.
Soul searching an empty hollow.
God’s watched .

A blonde little fingered man, gesturing.
His eye sac heavy with fraudiling.
The mechanics programed for dissimulation .
Existing; an allusion for confusion.

He stretched and the lines grew longer .
Attended to one after the other.
The bins , fuller .
All of the damages.

The big black man with his glasses.
Arranged the classes .
He schooled the foolery.
They laughed and they booed him.