SAEFEXPERIENCE

While being forcefully driven to Kaya I pulled out a bante, Tried to take control of the  vehicle And was shot in the attempt. Why Because I refused to stay silent In the face of Tyranny, Injustice, Anarchy, And Dictatorship. Their remarks : A violent man meets a violent end ; The dramatist they say  over dramatizes Himself once too often.   And yet, I was an innocent man Fighting for survival and sanity. For in desperate times One resorts to desperate measures.  For all those who fought, died for the Freedom and Liberty we enjoy today.. PA SHAKESPEARE

If Jesus Kept a Journal Jesus Christ, 15 AD Today was a good day. I sneaked away to the cave and lit a bush on fire so I could communicate with my father. I’m not sure why I even bother telling Him things because He already knows them… I guess I just like hearing his voice. Today I asked Him if it would be alright for me to start practicing my miracles… AND HE SAID YES!!! XD He says I need a lot of practice before I go taking it public because nobody would believe I’m the son of God if I screwed one up. Also, I’m pretty sure he wants to preserve his reputation… so I started practicing on sheep. It’s a good thing shepherds are already so far away from towns because if people witnessed what I was doing to these sheep PETA would be at my doorstep in a matter of days. For those of you who don’t know, PETA is an organization created by Satan for animals because he thinks it hilarious that they should have a place in heaven, too. HA HA SATAN, very funny… So my first m...

                                It's the month of her birth but she cannot feel glad, April; you are a melancholy song, Beautiful month but for some reasons she’s sad, Hiding her heart tho she’s ever strong. Trying to dig deep to what she feels inside, Her small ears had lost the feel of an angelic kiss, Gently she tucked herself away beside, Like only those who know how to control their emotions believe in bliss. Trapped in a strong complicated mental state to clear it, In the most abnormal way she lets out a cry, Saef comes along to lighten her spirit, Then she takes lots of vodka till she gets high. About her health she’s scared again, Plus she misses him and nothing helps, When you need help understanding, I’ll train you not to let out a yelp.         ...

With each passing moments becoming part of the past, You begin to wonder how in everyday we experience unidentified moments, While some moments are nice even nicer but hardly lasts, I do believe in savoring completely with some brand new components. There comes a time when everything just seem wrong, In the end such moments are all we’ve got, Reminiscing about them makes us feel strong, In the end you will be glad you fought. A cliché story to which I believe is true, Is that magic moments go unrecognized, Often times we try to push through, We all got that feeling we can’t leave unreconciled. So live in the moments with your heart blown away, As long as you're still breathing worry about tomorrow, Whatever happens today will fade someday, Time they say heals all sorrows.                              ...

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 f...

                                                    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...

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...

WORLD'S APART we lie to ourselves and say that we are one, we are not. Regardless of our status or who We think we are, we all have a part to play in the current predicament of our nation. we are all guilty! Supposing possible possibilities impose impositions that transit transitions into probabilities which in turn breaks boundaries of inequities, should we still be regarded as one? Left to me i think multiplicity and diversity will demand so much that we would be forced to comply with evident variety. racism, ethnicity, tribalism, these things has eaten deep like a canker worm in our society today. Now you hear people say ''everybody eye don dey clear nowadays'', ''everybody don dey too sharp'' we no longer have the middle class, what we have is the poor, the bourgeoisie and the rich. The rich disguise their sins of greed by debating philosophies to justify their economies, their human interactions, their consumer behaviors and so on. know...