I live most time like I never did,
I take a step, think my concience,
and the rest willing and hoping to live more.
Sometimes my thought can never be wrong,
but my conscience think differently,
more days for me is a miracle, a dream, a song and a story to tell.
For living is fun, dying I cannot tell,
yet some people who breath this same air
by choice or chance fall on another without any pity.
To me, we still breath this same air
despite all this hatred and corruption,
for if I live one more day after now,
my thought will never change,
living and loving you is all I want
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
You Can't Stop My Shine
You may think it's over,
and roll out drums to celebrate,
because I fail to respond when you strike,
but hear this,
it won't change the way I smile.
You may think I will never make it,
and set traps to stop my shine,
but like smokes, I'll rise slowly above your Imagination.
Though you shoot at me with your words,
poison me with your pride
and kill me with your hatred,
hear this, it won't change the way i smile.
Though you radio my failure everywhere,
spite at my back when I pass
and cut me down with your eyes,
it won't change a thing about me,
I am who I am,
you can't stop my shine.
and roll out drums to celebrate,
because I fail to respond when you strike,
but hear this,
it won't change the way I smile.
You may think I will never make it,
and set traps to stop my shine,
but like smokes, I'll rise slowly above your Imagination.
Though you shoot at me with your words,
poison me with your pride
and kill me with your hatred,
hear this, it won't change the way i smile.
Though you radio my failure everywhere,
spite at my back when I pass
and cut me down with your eyes,
it won't change a thing about me,
I am who I am,
you can't stop my shine.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Where is your love?
If you think life is imperfect,
and you plan to change it for better,
but you are a victim of your own ignorance,
then where is your Love?
If your action becomes a centre of destruction,
even when you are fighting for perfection,
and you claim you are doing the right thing,
then where is your love?
and you plan to change it for better,
but you are a victim of your own ignorance,
then where is your Love?
If your action becomes a centre of destruction,
even when you are fighting for perfection,
and you claim you are doing the right thing,
then where is your love?
Arise Africa
....For Rhyme Africa.
It has come to a time so right,
that we must dance in tune so tight,
for our people to understand our rhythm so nice,
maybe they will sing along so fine.
I watch patiently as the night stood still for us,
I observe our plight, our pain and our Joy,
then I try to remix our old song " Arise ! Arise!! oh Africa"
i've been a child once,
yes, an African child,
i had dreamt of a new Africa, so nice, so fine, so tight and so right,
then I try to remix our old song "Arise! Arise!! Oh Africa"
Ours is a world to build,
A continent we must define, protect and develop,
Arise! a song of Love,
Arise! a peace we treasure,
Arise! Arise!! Oh Africa,
a future of Joy beckons.
It has come to a time so right,
that we must dance in tune so tight,
for our people to understand our rhythm so nice,
maybe they will sing along so fine.
I watch patiently as the night stood still for us,
I observe our plight, our pain and our Joy,
then I try to remix our old song " Arise ! Arise!! oh Africa"
i've been a child once,
yes, an African child,
i had dreamt of a new Africa, so nice, so fine, so tight and so right,
then I try to remix our old song "Arise! Arise!! Oh Africa"
Ours is a world to build,
A continent we must define, protect and develop,
Arise! a song of Love,
Arise! a peace we treasure,
Arise! Arise!! Oh Africa,
a future of Joy beckons.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
A walk with my Lady
Though I walk so slow,
Looking for a way to flow,
she thinks am her blessings,
waiting for the right seasoning.
Though rain, sometimes may shower,
she has never forgotten our flower,
for us, we will grow older together,
in any kind of weather.
And now, when we walk across our street,
hand in hand like stars so sweet,
she thinks,our future brighten our face with smiles,
as we walk mile after miles
Looking for a way to flow,
she thinks am her blessings,
waiting for the right seasoning.
Though rain, sometimes may shower,
she has never forgotten our flower,
for us, we will grow older together,
in any kind of weather.
And now, when we walk across our street,
hand in hand like stars so sweet,
she thinks,our future brighten our face with smiles,
as we walk mile after miles
Monday, November 14, 2011
...For the Sleepers
It doesn't make sense crying alone,
when the goods are wavering allowing the worst to prevail,
sometimes our effort seem to be barren
leaving us to shiver in pains,
while the beast continue dancing
in their glowing ignorance.
It doesn't make sense dancing alone
in this market place,
as if our only values as a nation is die let celebrate,
sometimes we hear a distant call
"people are Boko haraming"
yet some beasts are busy dancing
without even thinking of the misfortune that has befallen its own children.
I stand at the bottom line
as a spectator,
watching the birds flys without any direction,
i hear the vulture speaks
all in the name of a dove,
singing hallelujah chorus
to pacify the dogs
leaving the little butterflies to die in silence.
Please,Let forget the pains of yesterday
and think of the Joy of tommorow,
let wake up and face this struggle together,
that the hallelujah chorus could be a song for every home.
when the goods are wavering allowing the worst to prevail,
sometimes our effort seem to be barren
leaving us to shiver in pains,
while the beast continue dancing
in their glowing ignorance.
It doesn't make sense dancing alone
in this market place,
as if our only values as a nation is die let celebrate,
sometimes we hear a distant call
"people are Boko haraming"
yet some beasts are busy dancing
without even thinking of the misfortune that has befallen its own children.
I stand at the bottom line
as a spectator,
watching the birds flys without any direction,
i hear the vulture speaks
all in the name of a dove,
singing hallelujah chorus
to pacify the dogs
leaving the little butterflies to die in silence.
Please,Let forget the pains of yesterday
and think of the Joy of tommorow,
let wake up and face this struggle together,
that the hallelujah chorus could be a song for every home.
Why I am me
I wanted to be another Chinua Achebe, living perfectly with my head high even when things fall aparts, so that I could become a man of the people.
I wanted to imitate the lines of Wole Soyinka so that one day,i could have a telephone conversation with my love, maybe telling her a story of a man that died.
I wanted to be known for my rhymes like Odia Ofeimum, or Osundare, maybe i could walk down the streets of uyo one day with people shouting my names.
I wanted to be Barack Obama, williams Shakespere, Nelson Mandela, So that pastor Goody Goody will one day do a song for me that i am a legend.
I wanted to be everything so that i could be celebrated as a man of your dreams.
Then I realise, if i'm not me, nobody would be me.. So I choose to be me that my children will remember my names even when things are no longer at ease.
I wanted to imitate the lines of Wole Soyinka so that one day,i could have a telephone conversation with my love, maybe telling her a story of a man that died.
I wanted to be known for my rhymes like Odia Ofeimum, or Osundare, maybe i could walk down the streets of uyo one day with people shouting my names.
I wanted to be Barack Obama, williams Shakespere, Nelson Mandela, So that pastor Goody Goody will one day do a song for me that i am a legend.
I wanted to be everything so that i could be celebrated as a man of your dreams.
Then I realise, if i'm not me, nobody would be me.. So I choose to be me that my children will remember my names even when things are no longer at ease.
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