LAGOS HOLD-UP

When driving on any road in Lagos
Forget your status as boss
Even if you own the greatest company around
Or you control the best of them on this ground
Even if you are the chairman of the board of directors
Or you are the president of an association of professionals or investors
The ‘hold-up’ on Lagos roads
Won’t spare you their rods

Ask our once central chief
It was a moment of grief
A slight taste of the bitter
Which will linger forever

But behind this gory experience
A wonderful lesson makes an appearance
Of this ugly situation
Comes a quality lacking in our nation
The equality of humanity
Is made a reality

In the face of Lagos' ‘hold-up’
There is no ‘oga' at the top
All men are equal
Whether you are for Peter or for Paul

*Hold-up - Traffic
Oga - Boss

SUCH ARE THE MEN

As a child finds joy
In its’ new toy
So do I derive in real sense
Happiness every new day in your presence
O lord
My God

Like a river
That won’t wither
Less it forgets its’ source
And becomes a curse
Unto its’ inhabitants
And dependants

So is that soul
Who surrenders to you in whole
Making its’ stand
In your hand
And believing in your word
And your person as God

Such are the men who boast of nothing
But in you have everything

GOODNIGHT

My pen refused to write

Even after doing everything right

And going down to plead

Still it refused to give heed

'Let me lie

That I might dwell with him on high

Let me journey with the soul

Who made for us a gorgeous stole

Chinua is gone

Why must I leave on?'

But I beseech you o pen

Listen before you depart from men

Hold your breath

That you might hear the solemn truth

Chinua is dead

But his course loses not its' head

His legacies abound

Even though he now dwells beyond

He did his part

Before things fell apart

He is gone

But his pen lives on

Adieu Chinua Achebe

Till we meet again at the glorious bay

Goodnight! Goodnight!! Goodnight!!!

THE SYNDROME

What is the origin of this syndrome?

Where did it come from?

Who watered it till it brought forth leaf

Till its' root could sustain its' long life ?

Like a drop of water it started

Getting bigger as we get populated

Now it's like mount Zion

Which we can't tread upon

But with it

Learn to abide every minute

Gradually it moves us towards extinction

Evil reigns supreme in our nation

Men had lost every sense of reasoning

Conscience no longer makes any meaning

'By force...by fire' is now the language

The 'Get rich' syndrome had taken over this age

Even the religious organisation

That is meant to be a house of correction

That should beat the right drum

To kill this syndrome

Preaches

Nothing but riches

Pocket is now a function

Directly proportional to ordination

And Christ was once the son of a carpenter

Born in a manger

With rich and poor Apostles

Wealthy and poverty stricken disciples

Yet he accorded no preferential treatment for the wealthy

At the expense of those in abject poverty

Who then will heal this generation of this syndrome?

Who will beat for the next the avoidance drum?

GOD HEAL OUR LAND

Our land needs healing
Its' soil needs cleansing
Oh! Lord come to our aid
Evil is carrying out a raid

Daily we see blood on screens
Daily we hear if flows at scenes
On our waterways
Or airways
By cultists
Or terrorists

The right to peaceful co-existence had been defiled
Old and young had been sacrificed
But instead of the witch repenting
Every labour produces another female offspring
Another offshoot of more evil

Oh! God save your people
Heal our land
For evil had made on it its' stand

MY ORDEAL

My light nearly went dim

Thanks for the holder of my dream

I won't have been alive to tell the story

By now, I would have been at the topmost storey

The ground of no return

But for God who held me on

The cart would have been on course

Long before the horse

'Tele...Tele...Tele'

That's all I heard them say

As I took to my heels

To avert more ills

I turned the fastest man on earth

That my breath might live its length

An experience I prayed not for my enemy

Not to talk of another member of my family

But are we not tending towards failure

With a greater number of our future

Now miscreants

And secret cultists?

THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Gone are those days
The good old days
When mothers were still girls
Then there were angels
But behold
The centre no longer hold
Today's role models
Are the greatest ills

Gone are those days
The good old days
When men were still boys
Then maidens were never toys
But behold
Things are not the same with this fold
Of every twelve
Judases enjoy the better halve

Gone are those days
The good old days
When marriage was at heart
Till death do us part
But behold
That art is old
In good times sweet shall be the chorus
But in bad we go for divorce

Gone truly are the days
The good old days
If only we can make a U-turn
Then will they surely return

AT HIS FEET

I hate love stories
They bring back memories
Old tunes
Turned sad tales

The more the patch up
The more the bitter cup
The more the hold on
The more evil takes turn

The once angel of my life
Is now the cause of my strife
My loving companion
Is the new uncrowned W.W.F champion
With the promise to care and cherish
Now residing in the fertile soil of vanish

And whenever I think of leaving
My memory keeps singing
Till death do you part
Nothing should keep you apart

But how long can I bear it?
How long can I remain at his feet?
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow

MY RELIGION IS PEACE

If your life means nothing to you
Don't snatch breath away from those it means much to
Don't cut their lives short
Don't kill their dreams with your shot
Because they accept not your way of adoration
Even the father of creation
Allows for free choice of religion

So to the warlords
The battle, if any, is of the Lord's
Let the holy defend what is holy
And men strive to join the perfect family
Islam is a religion of peace
Not of violence but of bliss

THERE ARE TWO THINGS INVOLVE

To every prayer
There is an answer
Either positive
Or negative

If positive
A and B exist in the objective
It is either yes and now
Or wait a bit for you wow

If no
God is not a foe
It’s either no, this is better
Or no and never
But both is for your betterment
His wish for you every moment

So for every of your said prayer
God had given an answer
It’s just a case of different strokes
For different folks

IS GOD DEAF?

You fasted the thirty-one days in January
Same thing you did in February
In March, it was a mountain experience
April you were at the desert for a difference
May and June, you had prayer sessions with a prayer warrior
In July it was with your pastor
August was the commencement of you midnight prayer
This you intensify in September
You fasted, prayed and gave alms in October
Attended daily service in November
And didn't miss the end of the year revival in December
Now it's another year
And it's like God gave a deaf ear

Today I bring you good tiding
In this era when hope is dying
Faith is failing
And the centre is about falling

Change is the only constant thing in life
Soon you shall recount the days of your strife
With God lies the answer to your struggling
But he'll answer only when he is willing
When it shall make you well
And not bring you hell

So continue to pray
'Father let your will be done everyday'

SUCCESS ROAD

The road to success is not new
Many had taken it before you
Their continuous treading had made it rough
To get to the end you need to be tough
Less you'll be like the seed that fell among thorns
And produced nothing as returns
It failed to hold on
And never joined in the banquet prepared for those who won

Successful people are tough people
They are never afraid of any hurdle
The more they come
The stronger they become
The more they face defeat
The more they keep up the heat
Because they have a mission
That must be seen to a logical conclusion
For the road to success is rough
Its' trophy belongs only to the tough

I LOVE MY MUM

Besides nature
Man shares another feature
With God his father
And maker

So dear to God's heart is this feature
That he regarded not man's sinful nature
But choose to be born of a woman
Among the dozens of ways he can
Share in our humanity
And show us the way to eternity

Mothers are God's gift to humanity
Of them comes the human entity
They are great treasures
With no match for their measures
They are rare gem
Let us honour them

I love you mum
And I'll continue to whatever I become

YOU ARE DUST

'Do you know who I am?'
Asked Mr. Sam
'Do you know who you are talking to?
It's obvious you don't and I'll put you through

The president is my brother
His wife the daughter of the closest friend of my father
The state governor
Was once my neighbour
The speaker house of representative
Is a close relative
The inspector general of police married my sister
And the attorney general was once my school mother

Still you are dust
And that you shall return at last

Of what use is your connection then
When it can't hide your name from death's pen?
What is the benefit of you pride
When against death it can't be your guard?
What is essence of your ego
When the state is as ditto?

So remember always that you are dust
And that you shall return at last

GOD'S ADVOCATE

The more the blood
The more they rejoice in its' flood
Its' continuous flow
Makes their ego glow
They raise their shoulders high
Like the bird ready to hit the sky
Showing their evil on the screen
And other medias where they can be clearly seen
Their claim
They fight for his name

So I ask can man give the right judgement
When he himself is a disappointment?
Can he claim to be so righteous
To fight and make God victorious?
When did the unruly
Becomes the defender of the holy?
When was man given the obligation
To enforce God's adoration?
When did he receive the mandate
To become God's advocate?

DON'T BE KNOCKED OUT

Till you see the light
Keep up the fight
Knocked down anytime
Stand and remain firm
Refuse to be knocked out
Quitters don't win the bout

Winners are zeros
Zeros made heroes
They are never afraid of struggles
And if they fail while trying to jump over hurdles
They don't give up
Their goal is the top

So join the winning train
Find no comfort on failure plain

WHAT GOD CAN'T MAKE

He made heaven and earth
And all that has breath

The seas and the waters
He made without helpers

By him nothing is impossible
With him everything is feasible

In six days he made everything
Through all the ages he had kept them from falling

He is God of all
And king over all

But there is something he can't and won't make
And that thing is mistake

God had never made any mistake
A record your situation can't break

LOVE IS A RISK

Love is a risk
For you know not what I seek
But it remains the most interesting
Of all that is existing

Living without loving is never fulfilling
Living and loving is truly refreshing

Yes your good had been repaid with evil
Instead of an angel you had dinned with the devil
That is only your learning process
At the end of the tunnel lies you success

Bill was once a failure
Today his name brings joy and pleasure
Same is Thomas
And most of our living and past heroes

Living is a risky adventure
It is nothing but a dicey venture
So is all its' composition
Love is never an exception

So let out your feeling
I might be the gold you are seeking

OLD SCHOOL

Do you listen to old music?
Do you listen attentively to each lyric
Their beats
Were indeed great hits

Their notes were arranged in agreement
Little wonder they make joints glow with excitement
Come ask my father
That was one of the tricks he used to woo my mother

Their lyrics were carefully selected
Melodiously arraigned and well cemented
No wonder today's artists re-visit them for fix
All in the name of remix

Kudos to those old musicians
They are better than today's tacticians
Kudos to them for good melodies
Better than today's harmonies
If only they had today's gadgets
They will out shine these present sets

Old school songs are pleasant to the ears
Listen to them and hear what you are missing all these years

WAITING

Waiting is never friendly

Are you prepared to follow faithfully?

Waiting is a risk

Are you prepared for the task?

Not always does it pays

Are you prepared for such race?

If you coin falls on the tail

Is that not a double failure sail?

Tom once dwelt on that side

At the end he committed suicide

Kate once tread that path

But for the quick intervention of Faith

Thesame road Endurance took

Today many long to read his exciting story book

Same as Patience

She was rewarded with her marriage to Lawrence

Waiting is dicey

Are you ready to swim in such sea?

MY HAND-OVER NOTE

I came into your life for a reason
Now it's the end of my season
And I must leave
For you to continue to live

Though my mission is incomplete
I can't wait another minute
With the trumpet in the mouth of the blower
I have to hand over

But my happiness
Will be to see you match into greatness
According to the will of the creator
In this era of my successor

Learn from every made mistake
That your future may not be at stake
Surrender all to God in the highest
Still you must do your best
Remember that it's work and pray
Not pray and stay

Thank you for allowing me into you life
Thank you for the opportunity to journey with you especially in strife
Though we will never see again
I shall always remember our times of pain and gain
I will continue to pray for you
May God see you through

Congratulation for making it into March 2013
Your beloved friend February 2013

HAPPY NEW MONTH PALS

BEAT HER NOT

She is your wife
Your better half
Not one of your slaves
You punish if she misbehaves

She is your helper
Given to you by the maker
Don't be a boxer
And make her regret being your lover

There is bound to be misunderstanding
For your relationship to be interesting
Being brutal
Will only make things abnormal

So stop the brutality
Give her vitality