SAEFEXPERIENCE

Permit me to sound offensive This isn't a romance series Permit me to resurrect your senses Murdered and buries in concocted theories Senses flushed in miscarriage promises Of lie tales and super stories Under southern rain and sun in Kano They boarded flights and paddled canoe Crawling, begging, crying for votes Raining down promises and bank notes Now our phone calls are but a taboo The best thieves wear tie not tattoo "One Nigeria", their chorus of lies Singing fake love with tongues of disguise Quarantining us to the ebola world Building bulletproof gate and two-edged sword "Beware of dogs" and their muscular guards Beware of economy and time so hard The obsessive consumption of greed for wealth, While the poor cannot even afford good health, Is the same reason we buy things we don't treasure, Just to ride on the poor with all pleasure, Deep down we know we are in sorrow, What then is the hope for a better tomorrow? We are inches away from each other

  STRUGGLE We can’t seem to decipher our unexplained feelings, Leaving us to wonder what the other is thinking, Some of which are burned on our ceilings,                                                      Then again expressed on our drinking, We struggle, fight it and try to be strong, Hit the road, found sweetness in the comfort of our song. We hide behind our emotions hoping to let go, Always keeping the truth locked away, Behind all of our doubt and ego, Lies so much said in the things we don’t say, Then my eyes would light up when you smile, And we both laugh to relieve our hearts in a friendly style. Just for today we decided to ignore rights or wrongs, Now once upon a time has never felt more right, To feel safe, warm and talk about songs, can I get away again tonight? Apparently it was something we both wished for, If I could hold you just one hour more.            saefhenryosas

                                                    LIVE FOR TWO At the bus stop it all started Ojuelegba! Ojuelegba! Ojuelegba!!! The conductor's song of daily bread Though with no butter to spread Sitting by each other, they conversed and laughed Digits on demand lived on each's phone "Have a nice day" They parted with a smile As the rain drove lovers off the bay Down the bedroom, Down the aisle On the eve of the next day They lived in the virtual world Out of earth they travelled Questions asked, some answered Others left for the maker Seconds gave birth to minutes Minutes suckled into hours Hours crawled into days They built a castle of their love story As the day grew by, they dwell in it Their love they built in isolation Away from hate and tearful erosion Away from pain and sadness Away as far as the wilderness But stormy winds blew their love castle Though made of concrete, still bowed to the storm

He made a house that could fly without fin Accused and banished for midday witchcraft Sold to white traders in exchange for gin Traders who exploited and drank of his craft His talent they hoarded His brain they melt With his knowledge they boarded a flight to wealth Sucked him dry and abandoned him with poor health Evicted and deposited him with acrimony He returned an empty vessel, like Thin Tall Tony Our art galleries are cemetery of invention Where talents are hoarded and put on detention Creativity appreciated based on connection Mountains of promises put on erection Talent fall sick for lack of attention Creativity dies of dejection and rejection Welcome to the cemetery of invention Where we buried talents that surrendered castration Oh, creative mind of an African child Like raw gold deposited in the wild With giant security and iron gate Locking opportunity with barb wire and snakes Talent we abandoned to compete Bill Gat

To. (The Oba Of Benin) Omo N’Oba N’Edo Uku Akpolokpolo Oba Ewaure N’Ogidigan II He who is wise in all grace Learned and dignified by his royal lace Chosen by the forebears themselves To be the custodian and protector of The Edo heritage and peoples He who was destined to be king Right from the womb . For it is said : Aise agbon rrio oba Ehimwin ake rrio re. He who has taken over from his father, Whose strength surpasses that of a panther . He who sees both yesterday and tomorrow May your reign know no sorrow . He who we all, call our father May your fame and prosperity Echo In distant lands and borders . Oba mwen May your reign as the Oba N'Edo Be Long and Peaceful Oba gha to kpere Ise!! (Pa Shakespeare)

        Darkness everywhere, I see celebrities and heroes here, No one seem to be adoring them, Rather they lament and all condemn, Asked the ugly looking Angel why, Thus he made his reply, Would you love to join them? You're a hero as well,COME! In here you are accepted, For you've been rejected as expected, You're just a sinner with a soul, I'll make thou whole smoothly after every roll, It has always been yours to sell, To decide which is heaven or hell, But it's not your choice to make now, Hell's gonna love you, COME! You were a politician, With an intellectual vision, You killed for peace, And killed the peace, You stole from the poor, In your defence 'for the poor', Well you're still guilty and filthy, I command you, COME! Where the hell am I? This time he smiled and answered, You are on the Wrong Side Of Heaven, The Righteous Side Of Hell. WELCOME!                                S

Congi.......fied thingzzzzz. Don't be a kemen.

TO THE LADIES IN THE BEAUTIFUL DRESSES To the ladies in the beautiful dresses, This day is all about them, The birds are jealous even at their mirror images, A truth that is brighter than gem, The chairs would be empty soon as all the men confesses, For they have left their fears behind ‘em. Look at their make-up, The mascara befits the lengthy lashes as they darken their eyes, I suppose their beauty remains when they wake up, Real men knows where true beauty lies, That tempts till it be tossed up, I smile at their styles and all their force defies. The classic men are sparkling with such radiance, As they cast their gaze all through the hall, They are the definition of pure elegance, I had better relate with good will or not at all, I’m faced with confidence and countenance, So goodnight I hope you give me a call.              Saefhenryosas

TO THE LADIES IN THE BEAUTIFUL DRESSES To the ladies in the beautiful dresses, This day is all about them, The birds are jealous even at their mirror images, A truth that is brighter than gem, The chairs would be empty soon as all the men confesses, For they have left their fears behind ‘em. Look at their make-up, The mascara befits the lengthy lashes as they darken their eyes, I suppose their beauty remains when they wake up, Real men knows where true beauty lies, That tempts till it be tossed up, I smile at their styles and all their force defies. The classic men are sparkling with such radiance, As they cast their gaze all through the hall, They are the definition of pure elegance, I had better relate with good will or not at all, I’m faced with confidence and countenance, So goodnight I hope you give me a call.         Sa

                   HERE LIES OBITUARY, OBITUARY, OBITUARY.... Here lies a mother, sister and daughter Here lies a victim of black slaughter She was our music She was our dance She was amusing like ancient romance Survived by children, relatives and friends Survived by lovers who plotted her end Abandoned for beauty Abandoned for trend Abandoned for a juicy white girlfriend She schooled in the kitchen A perfect stomach magician She had a husband She treasured like waistband She lived his life A true black wife Her body he plundered Her wealth he squandered Yet she never thundered A true love drunkard She gave birth but had none Her words they hated and shun Adopted by whites They bid decency goodnight Women kissing women Men wedding men Naked with clothes on They legalized public porn In pain she wiped for years Until she got drowned in tears ....Her name was culture Maried to Africa..            Peter Benjamin

                        I cannot write today it's just not there, The lack of inspiration is a downer, I'll just sit and sip my beer. I write completely out of desperation, It's just one of those days, The lack of inspiration is my new motivation. My pen yearns to write Although the ink is dried up, Words are messing with my head this is just not right. I feel deep holes in my eyes, Conjuring an exceptional thought But the dried pen presents my demise.                                                                                saefhenryosas https://www.facebook.com/saefhenry/?ref=bookmarks

Everybody wants to be famous, but nobody wants to do the work. I live by that. You grind hard so you can play hard. At the end of the day, you put all the work in, and eventually it'll pay off. It could be in a year, it could be in 30 years. Eventually, your hard work will pay off.

         LOST IN HERSELF      "Woman behold thy sons.........        Her cloud covered with fear        As lids dripped drizzles of tears        Offering her blood to buy his ransom        She waved her lashes like flags of freedom        Freedom from torture        Freedom from hate        Freedom from creatures he came to liberate        She shuddered        "It is finished...........         Make a drainage for her tears         Before we be flooded         Chase her beyond the squares         Where is she headed?         Has she lost sanity?         A child of her virginity         Has sorrow turned her elf?         Has she lost herself?        "He is alive..........         Show her a photo         The nailed holes, a logo         Trap him in a sketch         Spare her the search         Search of the tomb         The ossuary and shelf         Search of her womb         So lost in herself        

THE PAIN OF A PHOTOGRAPHER I’ve got  issues with my sight, That first shot was too bright, Get your light just right, Will you take another shot please? This time snap a solo, Just ten more before you go, I’ll be creeping on the low, Holy shit! What the hell is this? Can’t believe am paying for this crap, My face appears like a bubble wrap, You better fix this Asap! Would you prefer I go on my knees? Alright I’ve had it with you Mr. Paul, My recompense is thanks; that’s all, You know my work is great; after all you gave me a call, So why you got to act like you got some queer disease? I’m tired of your passive aggression, You already paid for this session, Forgive my warmth expression, Relax, press on lets head to the top notch section.              saefhenryosas

Have known better. They were so different..." "Variety is the spice of life" "And from a thousand miles apart" "Absence makes the heart grow fonder I would rather be a little weird than boring.  Kingtunbo

I dug myself into a poetic hole and couldn't get out, so I dug deeper,dived into 10,000 emerald pools, my mind is a place I love to take shelter in,my pen makes me feel soft and safe,. Really wouldn't mind a tutorial on how to think less, I'll like to think you decipher, you should know I talk less and say more. And here the story goes..... At the bottom of the ocean, A tortoise approached me in his usual slow motion, He said; thou seek understanding of your origin, I concurred; it's the only lesson have been taught from a margin. You were born and raised in the heart of a thick black forest, Where happiness was profound but needs where sorest, Your father is 'doubt' and your mother 'knowledge' The only problem was they had a lot of brains but no polish. They had you and called you 'deep thoughts', Your mother remolded words and fixed your story, Your dad,churls,although his eyes were kind, Was always with you while you wrestled

NO NIGHT CITY  In the land of fade less day,  I hear the people walk by always,  A no night city where everyone feels everything,  From love to hate to truth to I don’t care.  No one eyes is ever truly closed,  Everyone hopes the money flows,  So everywhere is full of strife,  Sadly never heard of one who got rich working nine to five.  People of the world life is vanity,  Unnecessary stress is loss to humanity,  Don’t get mad its just how I feel,  May God bless our hustle still.                                                                                                                 saefhenryosas

JOHN FIFTEEN FIFTEEN Servants do not know what their master is doing, Yet you have my password and keys, My friends say I have no idea what am losing, They even wonder who exactly the landlord is. I do not speak to you as my followers, But always as my friends, Shared with you the words of my fathers, You did honor and served in obedience. My beloved of all things near and far, Never for a second has your respect for me turned ill, We will dine together under the lights of the evening star, Trusting me completely still.                                   Saefhenryosas

UPPER HAND He sells love to women, She sells love to older men, Unlike her husband he listens to her calls it hustling, She takes care of his needs for the sake of surviving, They say they are under the upper hand. Five years after graduation, Been telling loved ones to hold on, It’s another year again, Now he betrays older women for the gain He says he’s under the upper hand. I have been stuck in my day dream, To be among the A team, My face seems to be shrinking, My mind is crumbling, But I am still under the upper hand. We all want to be in the upper class, That’s why the worst things in life comes free to us, We all go crazy for a couple grand, Forgetting we will all return to sand,  At the end of the day, we are all under the upper hand.                                  saefhenryosas