I was born and raised in Nigeria in a poor family. Grew up with my mates and as young as i was i witnessed the darkness of the world, but it led me to choose my path, though it wasn't like a bed of roses but i had to move ahead with the affairs of this world, and to keep my self happy as long as i am alive, i choosed to write poems and all i ask of God is to grant me a good end.
Africa i have been away from your wandering,
like a fulani cow but everynight amist the horros of highway deaths,
and the menace of neon-eyed gods,
i feel the warmth of your arms,
...
I made it clear,
that all they wanted was to fit in their peers,
they all went into the dark.
Never to look aback.
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A princess in the sky
shinimg so bright like a citadel of a blue castle
a mystical flame
near and high
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Always in bed
but seeing the grave
a time of rest and sorrow
looking so thin and tall
...
From the sun set, to the twilight
you never seized to give your light
and your cool warming breeze
that keeps the birds always in flight
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