PAIN LIVES

How can I live

With pain this grave

How can I grieve

When my voice breaks

My soul is numb

Tears have ceased

My breath falters

And this heart creaks

I am lost, chained to this torture

Slaved to a heart that burns beyond measure

When death came hunting

In a senseless spree of pleasure.

Liquor I have embraced

In its berth, I have drowned

Yet its solace eludes me

Peace mocks me

Its silence, Mean

A soundless brute, searing through my being

My head wanders, it wonders

I am empty, a man shattered

Now I leave

In search of a titled mourner

To help share my grief

In search of death

To mend this rift

For what more does life hold

For a father who has lost his home.

POST INDEPENDENCE SPEECH

Finally, the Independence Day have come and gone. Fortunately or unfortunately, from whichever way you decide to look at it, we didn’t celebrate with as much pomp and aplomb like we used to do in the years before. Some people say it is the fear of extremists and their threats, well I don’t care cos as a friend recently said “The fear of Boko Haram is the beginning of wisdom”, they are real and mean. i see the low key event as a good thing cos our inefficient leaders are beginning to realise that at 51, it’s a shame that we have nothing to celebrate about except the die hard and hustling spirit of the common man on the street.

   I refused to write anything concerning Nigeria before the independence or during cos there wouldn’t be anything positive to write about, I probably would have written of the numerous ailments that have plagued us for more than 50 years and still hold us in its bondage till this present day. It’s a shame, I am tired of writing of poverty, corruption, insensitivity in high places, joblessness and terrorism, a new low that has been added to our shameful CV and a whole lot of other things I can’t be bothered to mention because we are all tired of hearing them. How we as a people remain optimistic under these dire circumstances must be the greatest miracle ever since the time of Jesus Christ.

   So you won’t say I am a pessimist, I will tell you the only good thing that have affected my life since we started pretending to practice democracy, it is the power supply that has improved recently, I can confidently say there has been steady power supply for some months now and I can ping and tweet all day without worrying about my battery going flat, I am saving money I usually use in buying fuel daily and that I use in servicing my ‘I beta pass you’ generator or stay at home and drown myself in the illusion movies create whenever I am bored. It’s a good development and a step forward for president Goodluck and I hope it drives him into doing more even though it looks like his brilliant wife is hell bent on becoming more popular than him as first lady with her ‘punch lines’ and ‘arrows’ live on TV and at public functions. And people ask why we are the happiest people on earth, simple, start with how our first lady is trying so hard to be a comedian. Don’t get me wrong, I am proudly Nigerian and I wouldn’t trade my nationality for any other one. We as a people are a living wonder, our creator must marvel at our creativity to keep on living in this hardest and harshest of times.

   So this post independence piece I dedicate to the memory of every Nigerian who have lost their lives in the struggle, in the senseless bomb blasts, those that have been slain and maimed by a careless government, to our founding fathers who must be weeping at where we are headed, to every hardworking Nigerian, to the common man on the street who suffers yet smile, the mothers who never stop hustling to feed their kids, the fathers who are stuck in  hold ups even at midnight, for those of us who have been oppressed and repressed, for the youths who still believe the future is real, for me, for you, for all of us who have been told we are leaders of tomorrow but remain home and jobless.

 May our tears, our sweat and hard work bring down all the evil doers in our high places who don’t want us to move forward as a nation.

GOD BLESS YOU

GOD BLESS NIGERIA.

MY perfect partner

Although this is not the first time I will be embarking on a blogging adventure, I have decided to make this one a very different and worthwhile adventure from others I have started and abandoned midway, this blog is going to be about a whole lot of poetry, drama, news, articles, entertainment with the spotlight on me, myself, you, Nigeria and anything else that crops up and is worth talking about.
Today, I have chosen to start the launch of this blog with a piece I wrote at about this time last year, it’s about the matters of the heart, call it poetry, musing, tag it an article if you like. I know there are lot of people out there who still believe in love and the beauty it brings to life. I’m still on its quest and I know I will find mine. How about you…Enjoy

Finally, I’m ready to admit it
I dread the unexpected and the future unseen.
I want to live this life, enjoy every luxury it extends my way but above all i want to love
Yes…i really do
And when i mean love, i don’t mean the kind that is currently making waves on the streets which includes the cyber space ( twitter, Facebook, Bbm ) in the clubs, motels, in dark alleys and behind seats of borrowed vehicles, not the kind of love where you are in a relationship today, engaged tomorrow and single by the next day, only Facebook permits you those kind of wonders.
I can’t imagine a love where the man and the lady are joined together for money or the numerous ailments that have befallen love in this global age of G-strings, artificial insemination, online sex, contract marriage and a host of other ills i can’t be bothered to name cos I’m sure we all know them and more, feel free to remind me of anyone I didn’t include.
That brings me to the question that bothers me most.
Am i ever going to love and be loved in return?
And my answer of course is yes.
My faith tells me yes and my mum often says that for every man or woman, another perfect half exists.
I can’t help to wonder how, but if it’s true, how perfect will she be?
Will she be fat and short since i m slim and tall?
Of course not.
That for me would be a perfect calamity.
Will she just be a television wife or that partner i so desperately need.
Wherever she is now, i want to beg God in advance.
Please don’t make her short, fat, lazy, plump or sharp tongued
let her not be one of those that feel its hip to wear her jean low or think daily shopping is a routine that must be fervently adhered to.
I also hope she doesn’t wear her hair high and wild with a face painted like she fell into a mishmash of crayons or she won’t pierce her nose and tongue like those rock stars while all that’s in her head are the names of night club and sleazy bars.
Make her tall, slim with eyes to die for, lips to kill for and a smile that could tame a roving eye like mine.
Make her sweeter than Avocado cooked with prawn cocktail, make her lovelier than any word can say, make her a good friend, a fine mother, a great cook and above all, a terrific lover.
Let her be intelligent and smart so we won’t be doomed for better, for worse to eternal boredom.
I know i have asked too much already but please also make her all those secret things i have always liked, dreamt and wished for but can’t write here cos of all the people reading.
I should also send her a warning in advance,
Please let her know I could sometimes be stubborn as a palm nut, though they eventually break.
I could be strange but i expect her to trust me, I could be very mad when she pretends to ignore me cos i m sure my fragile heart can’t survive that.
I could be over caring and sometimes too sweet.
I’m not easily troubled so she should brace herself for a life of no dull moments, lots of crazy fun, loads of kisses, pages full of poetry, sweet surprises and of course babies too, not lots of them though.
So i m hoping she is blessed with a calabash load of patience, trust, romance, loyalty and above all an undying love for me, me alone and ultimately God.
Maybe I have asked for too much but I am willing to settle for a little bit less, everyone sure has a dream. This is mine………… Do you still believe in love?