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To YOU who deem it fit to celebrate Amidst the days sorrow becloud us so When blood of rain run the street of Yobe Why Levantine snore the corridors in Aso Rock  To WE who deem it fit we celebrate Amidst the roads that lead us West While fear abduct us en-route to East As our children and aged among the flooded South I wouldn’t hold this great grudge against you To THEM who deem it fit we celebrate Amidst the mortgage our destine future has taken In line with this traffic call our identity Words has no leverage of dreams some had offcos many of these you know my dear patriots To US who deem it fit to celebrate Amidst the wickedness inbound once day light All in the name of a sacred creed So now we chart a course for mediocrity Hope you know the man call change To THOSE who deem it fit we celebrate Amidst the great courage and commitment you portray Although our deeds many not part their logs Still time dove her hat in memory of age Because of you...

Welcome to my world yonder, Where you find all the lost souls sailing under, Although it stinks, please bear with us, Although reason hold no one but we got choice, That while in multitude of words I was cause. In union they look to zone me down, Those are children of my father’s house, In whose eyes I fine mayhem of various kinds. So darkling was their sense of morals  That they eat yet the fable among us.  Coming houses the prejudice every hold dear, So you think we know not the end start today, Buying the spirit of mean fellow chain by freewill, So you thought the world end yesteryear, Think well because we bear the mark,  Of the roads that leads tomorrow minds. So see now, If justice their talks about justcause, Dear her liberators and see, If your children will not be the meat for market girt, But off all these: Truth is, we die in ignorance of love, Truth is the god in whose belly justice reside, Truth is, w...

I looked through the depths of the seeming sky.. Turned upside down, the ground becomes the sky.. Rain fell from the grasses, upon the clouds.. As i saw the last glimpse of her tender smile.. The evenings spent in the wild weren't enough.. For through it all, we wished for more.. The moments of pleasures, intense and rough.. Formed a bond indestructible,by lore.. Terrains on the palace of dreams... I saw her eyes, filled wit tears, to the brim.. The pain unbearable, paradise scaled to the pale-blue dust.. Where loneliness directs the soul to the lands of the lost..   By Danny El Gentledan edited by Adedoyin Adetutu

"Let there be work and bread for our father was not lazy. Let there be water and salt for all because he who work must eat. Yes our fathers have water the land, With their blood, their sweat and tears. We dance in the market place to celebrate, For our wounds are getting heal. Our Iroko the roof over helpless forks, Church for polisinner and the colorphobia. We've been set among the pinnacle, and our father has touch the heavens. Freedom have been bought with arm struggle mix with jix of sages. May the fire you light burn in our marrows, May we never see rest until our generations is free. May we know not peace until our children sleep in comfort. May your unconqushable light lite our part to oneness, May our ubuntu knows no boundaries.   #VivaMadiba #UbutunMadiba #ÀdupéMadiba #NmanmaMadiba #ForzaMadiba ©ÈníÒbánKé: The Ghosts diaries

if I weRe a PoeT WiLL i bE abLe tO wRite woRds ThaT cAN heaL a wOuNdeD hEARt,cALm a tRoubLed sOuL or LifT a bRokEN spiRiT? iF i wERe a pOeT WiLL pOLiTiCiaNs vaLUe my LiNes,wiLL tHese sO-cALLed cLeriCs rEAd me aNd FeAR GOD or wiLL my WriTes tOucH tHe heaRT of tHeSe wAR-MoNGErs? If i wERe a pOet WiLL i eAse yoUr sTress or wiLL i AdD wEiGHt tO yOuR bURdEN... WiLL yOu appLaud or cRitiCize WiLL YOu LIKE or BLOCK WiLL yoU Even rEAd to tHe Last Line? ThouGH I'm nOt a pOet But sTiLL i waNt tO wRite woRds THat wiLL pRick yoUR cONsCieNce, FoRM tEARs iN yOuR Eyes, TouCH YouR sOuL And aT LaST makE YsMiLe aNd u'LL siLeNtLy sAy ''iNdeeD tHis One TouCHeD Me''... Me Aspire... Edited by Adedoyin Adetutu

(For all the poor, homeless and orphaned children) This violin is my pen, I am the player.. I use this tune to ink my teary words.. I peel my haunted soul each layer.. As I make my song on these chords.. See not my tears as salt waters.. They are but rivers of seasoned grief.. They flow from me, for sons and daughters.. Silent but pregnant with unbirthed grief.. I have seen thirst standing in the river.. Hungry I've been, standing in the barn.. Where some have smiled, there I quiver.. Orphan I am, I look for my father's arm.. I slow no tune to make you somnolent.. But my voice shall tear down walls.. I am a knight, I string my lance, my instrument.. Listen! A needy soul, for help, he calls.. By Ikirigo Jerrypet, Edited by Adedoyin Adetutu

When graces fall upon my musing ink Of songs, of notes or of diverse poesy, I laugh, what grace befalls undainted ink? Which upliftment awaits in tint'd feigncy? For countless time i walked through these dried trails, And countless time the leaves in mocking swings, The wind like none whisp'ring symphonic hails, At my defects and stings by rhythmed strings. These have i felt and these my songing lines To sit and gaze upon the waning moon The coldness betiding my wearying lines So have i felt my days undefined tune. When graces fall upon my musing thought. By heavens shall my lines ever besought.

From whence shall my reverend reverie tread, With thousand sprouts begotten of his morn, Which stood naked; graced with cheerful forlorn, Upon the earth that smiles with scorching sun, And melted spleen, wherefrom shall he dare run. Along this dreaded path that goes sowhere, With fraughts impending, whispers of desire, Which chided more its trods in granded ire, The birds nowhere and songless might whistle Which might smoothen this path that goes nowhere. Comfort me o that cares, like healing wings Of time upon which my hope therefor lies, May down June this lines still shall i sing, Might soothe my spleen or might as blue- waved skies, Which stand and lay when weather bids it be. Forgive me when i whine to eastern winds, So west in latticed age has therefor been, From lands far down that begotted me so, The breast that fed my young age posses foe, So winds that caressed then my dearly spleen. A gleam and sits to set the mind arace, Or heart when amorous strokes be...

These generations of vipers, what prove have you not? Mimicking the world in shadow blind. These generations of ingrate, What gift have you not? Stealing the world of her diamond souls. These generations of coward, when shall you fight? Dancing the peace of hell in a sane circle. Bet on my record and freedom shall berth forth Bet on their lives and tears of crocodile shall you see Bet on us and nations shall glow from our sweat These generations of swine, when will you learn? Shorting thy eyes as the heavens slide by. These generations of vulture, why feed on human flesh? Opening thy mind and let diadem flow in. These generation of eagles, where lay thy strength and vision? Cos, I tell you all, we need thee now. But when shall we trend this road of liberty But how shall we dance the song of our heroes past But who shall lead us all to these land we are promise……? I am on twitter @naija360talk      ...