Believe
When i hear 'believe ' It makes me laugh, jump and smile because it is a fallacy designed to put us into perpetual darkness, drag us into the mud like a paper - tiger; a paper - tiger that cannot fight back and look at the oppressors eyeball to eyeball and tell them they are telling lies We are not fools born by fools in our country ' Believe ' is an understatement we watched and never saw ' Believe ' never manifested in any form or shape It is a slip of the tongue to say ' believe ' because it never was We watched and watched in vain counting the brick walls, looking at the ceiling in heaven's place We are traumatized by vain promises from our leaders, often My country - men are hungry The women are suffering and complaining The children are crying and despondent The children yet unborn hold tight unto the womb of their mothers for fear of untold hardship bedeviling our country Only to ' believe ' will never put food on the table Only to ' believe ' will never pay the children's school fees Only to ' believe ' will never make mothers deliver safely without money Only to ' believe ' will not make you have hope where there is none and prevent things from getting from bad to worse To ' believe ' is meant to deceive the masses of our people when the leaders are carting away billions of dollars of our common wealth on a daily basis and we can do nothing The Nigerian system, in essence, is run by charlatans in government for self and a microscopic few Democracy in Nigeria today is the government of the rich, by the rich and for the rich alone Although this is anti - people, regrettable we believe in this philosophy To ' believe ' therefore, is to fantasies in order to perpetually enslave the people Therefore believe with circumspection
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Whispering palm
Whispering the sound of joy, river of joy flowing from the heart The heart harbour all manner of things The heart harbour good things The heart harbour evil things as well The heart of man is desperately wicked who can know it The heart of man is desperately wicked that it does wickedness to his flesh and blood, despite the fact they say blood is thicker than water I am at a loss, how wickedness persist in the heart of man without letting go i say The palm is tightly fixed to arm as the palm tree leaf is droplet dew greenish speaking beauty love Even when i am asleep it keeps running like a flowing tap, endless love flowing running tap galore without removing my eyes for second The flowing love that flows like a running tap of water has become a rei
Occurring decimal in my heart If i sleep it comes as a flash It still comes as a flash when i am awake that servants could be riding on horses while princes walk on the ground like servants killing the morale of those watching afar with suprise If the clouds are full of rain they empty themselves upon the good, bad, and the ugly If men would have being God Almighty the whole earth would have being totally wiped out of existence but God is not man Truely even at that when the doors are shut in the strreets, and the sound of grinding is low; when one rises up at the sound of a bird it makes peace reign in the heart for a day to always remember is fun Do not curse the king, even in your thought, do not curse the rich even in your bedroom for a bird of the air may carry your voice and a bird in flight may tell the matter, who cares about that because my heart boils of hatred that is persisting in the land, where nothing seems to work The greenish whispering palm only gives one assurance of hope for real to make the matter go.
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Tribute To The Beautiful Woman Of My Life
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder so they say. Beauty attracts. Beauty is lik
e a pollen grain that attracts. Beauty appeals to the human senses. Beauty ma
kes life palatable. Beauty grants you favor. Beauty open doors. Beauty makes
you glowing for friendship. Beauty make people to always appreciate you. Bea
uty make people extend their hands of fellowship to you. Beauty make people
head turn to look or roll to gasp for air. Beauty make people run over themselves
. Beauty gives accolade and respect.Ho! Beauty Ho!
Beauty Ho! Beauty Ho! Beautiful lady i have given my heart to you
. I have given you my body my total being belongs to you. I am your all in all.Y
our beauty drives me crazy. Your beauty makes me abnomal at times.I cannot c
ontrol myself. I know the thing dey do me!
Do me! Do
me! Your multitude of words should have frighten the men but men still fall on o
ne another to win your love, should your empty talk make men hold their peace
? And when you mock should no one rebuke you. If i say i did not notice your b
eauty as well i deceive myself and posterity will not forgive me for that. If you will prepare your heart, and stretch out your hands toward me and accept me whole heartedly as your only beloved husband, i will fly to the moon because of you, surely you will lift up your face without a spot; yes you would be steadfast and not fear; because you will forget your misery and remember it as water that have passed away. Your life will be brighter than the noonday. Though you were dark, you will be like the morning, and you will be secure because there is hope; yes you would dig around you and take your rest in safety.You would also lie down and no one, i repeat no one would make you afraid, yes many would count your favor. I say with my whole sense of sincerity, tribute to the beautiful woman i love.
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I will continue to hold you in my heart
The heart is light The heart is soft The heart harbor all manner of things What my heart feels for you is love What my heart feels for you is genuine love i say from the bottom of my heart The love that has gone through fire to withstand time and season The love above all weather The love that has gone through fire to stand like the rock of Gibraltar The love that has gone through fire to stand like mount Zion that cannot be shaken again for a life time The love that has no hidden agenda My precious precious lady what do i really see when i look into your eyes? A high rising star spreading around the world What do i really see? An unusual diamond shining brighter than the stars, in the cloud giving me assurance of hope in a deadly world What do i really see? an assurance of hope that my tomorrow shall be alright What do i really see? your love makes me alert in early hours of the morning In the hopeless of hope comes faith and faith is the evidence of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen My precious precious lady you got my heart pumping fast because you dwell at the center of my heart thinking thinking of you all alone by myself you are the center bolt and balance wheel to every emotions of my life You will love this, the love of my life, On wall street love is showered on every Tom, Dick and Harry but your love standeth sure springing up above everyone else Love attention is requested to make what i feel for you and what you feel for me to be written in gold plated tablet You are my destiny, you are my heart, you are my mind, you are my body, you are my joy, you are my happiness, you are my delight, you are my star, you are my moon, you are my sun, you are my earth, you are my fantasy, you are my soul, you are the water that makes my thirst disappear when there is none to drink, you are my hope in a hopeless world, you walk in every aspect of my life and give finishing touches to them all My heart is yours, your heart is mine as well and the two shall become one, that is the reason a man shall leave his Father and Mother and shall cleave unto his wife, and they shall become one flesh You are mystery and that is the reason i am called adventure You are my everything both great and small Come what may i will continue to hold you in my heart till eternity
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As The Day Goes By
Seven days make a week is a known fact, Seven days in the United State of America, is seven days in the United Kingdom, Seven days in Canada, is seven in Nigeria, Seven days in South Africa is seven days in Liberia, Seven days in Ghana is seven days in Togo A thousand years is like a day before God When you sleep and wake up the next day, you are a day older When you sleep wake up, you are a day older i say It takes the man of understanding to know that he is older than the previous day The day is counting fast The time is counting fast as well The time is ticking like lightening in the sky There is a sharp competition between the day and the time There is a sharp competition between the day and the night There is a sharp competition between the day and the month There is a sharp competition between the day and the year As we getting to the end of the year As we are getting to the end of December As December is fast approaching As December is staring us in the face, As the New Year is fast approaching a day of the following year is not far away from our nose As the day on the calendar stipulates that December closer than we expected As that day fall on December As the day of Christmas sparks like lightening of merrymaking events because of the birth of Jesus Christ As the people rejoice and shout for joy so the daredevil armed robbers, armed to the teeth and body loaded with ammunition's strike their victims leaving sorrow tears and blood Kidnapping increase Ritualist go after their unsuspecting victims I am yet to understand why evil run like tap water in the
mind of people It make my eyes cover in shame, that people are lovers of money rather than their flesh and blood, blood is thicker
than water so they say but when money engulfs the heart of man like tsunami engulfs the land he becomes wild in his thinking like the
lion becomes wild in attacking its prey Money is the root of all evil so also money answereth all things As the days go by, money making evil scheme engulfs the heart of man without having anything to do to that The reason evil continues to grow in the heart of man like a tree with a tap root is yet to be understood It is still a mirage which is yet to be unraveled as the day goes by A day of reckoning is fast approaching, is falling down like the London bridge A day of reckoning is fast approaching, is falling down like a ripe fruit scattering into irreparable pieces which can never be gathered together again The day goes by with evil
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