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N MEMORIES OF THE LOST TREES At the back seat admiring the trees, Colored flowers at both ends, I looked outside the cloud was blue, Found comfort just looking at the view, Feels like heaven because I was with you. If I do find myself in the west or south, Together with music you complete my thoughts, Whether I happen to be driving from east to north, You’re the driving force to my actions, The driving force to my every reaction. Unfortunately your brothers are cut down, You can bring  me within the levels of your frown, I’ll keep paintings of you in memories of the lost trees, I’ll plant and nurture the others in my home, With joy and love I’ll watch you grow. That you’ll forever be treasured, Is all of my hopes and pleasure, The humming birds will adore you, You’ll be beautified by the rain, In my garden there is no pain.                            Saefhenryosas

A TWISTED VIEW OF MARRIAGE People will see a man washing his clothes and instead of minding their business,they'll say "Ahh Oga Ejike,go and marry so you'll stop washing". They'll see a man cooking and be like "Bro Ade,you need to get married so you can stop cooking". A mother will look at his 35years old son who cannot wash his own boxers,boil water for tea or even make his own bed....a 35years old that cannot take his plates to the kitchen after eating and tell him "James,you need to settle down....get a woman to take care of you". In different ways,the society subconsciously tell men that they don't marry women for any reason other than cleaning,cooking and childbearing. I begin to wonder,does the average Nigerian man need a wife or a glorified maid? Many women look 3times their age because of stress and exhaustion. You sit down in front of the TV with your phone a d watch your wife work until she's about to pass out. Me

It is dark, no moon, no light  Just darkness, a starless sky  The wind blows, the waves break  A single firefly passes by  Soon the firefly is gone  Leaving me in the darkest of nights  The tiny fly made me anticipate  A sunrise with the finest of lights  Bachok, January 2012 by Aufie Zophy

Come Follow me And let us Go Together. To that tomorrow Without the high hopes And worries We had yesterday. Then maybe. Just maybe then, we will live For today Without the fears of our dark days. By: Godwin Henry Osaigbovo          (Pa Shakespeare)

My ways have cease to be the same,                          Like the proud warlord whose.                                 King cannot tame. My heart refuses to beat,                           As the idu tree cut without the Permission of Osa through his priest.               Our memories I recall,now come in bits. Fading like the smell of the okro soup to a dying                                                                   Man. A future with you I fear is uncertain                   Like a door; naked without a curtain.     Forgive me if I acted either,                      Unreasonably or unruly.            We will be friends forever, these thoughts                              Sounding inaudibly.                'An eye they say is for an eye'          But What use is a bird without an eye?  'T' ba n su n kun, a ma rirun' I thank you for being 'who you are' this long run.         Godwin Henry Osaigbovo [Pa Shakespeare]

KEEP IN MIND AND DON’T FORGET It takes a great man to know the value of a woman’s heart, I promise I’ll be waiting for you wherever you are, I might be poor today but I know the roles of love to play, Hand over my heart I’ll find my way. Keep in mind and don’t forget have got feelings too. Am embarrassed I can’t use the toilet myself, Am only aging, there is no one beside me but am happy on the shelf, Forgive me for the stress wish I could stop, I also wish you treat me nicely doc, Keep in mind and don’t forget am a person too. I will dance, laugh and keep smiling, Will go back t a time before cancer came knocking, Next time my light is on come see if am okay, Am just a sick child who wants to hear about your day, Keep in mind and don’t forget am human too.                                             Saefhenryosas                                             Osas4s@yahoo.com

Morning cracks open in a draught of cold air, stinging my skin, numbing my flesh. The call of the wild—or woods, as it is here—is seductive, luring the traveller into one and repeated bouts of escapades. The call of this old pitted town, Obudu, charms and inspires in the laughter from chapped lips, the cloud-misted mountains that are its guardian angels, the frigid waters and the frothing wine that runs sweet over my tongue. Here is 2017, promising pristine pleasures in Nature's abode, Obudu.                       Kingsley Charles

SAEFPEOM POETS Pa Shakespeare on Saturday's Kingtunbo.... every Wednesday Saefhenryosas... every Friday Peter Benjamin on Tuesday's Charles Kingsley...on Mondays

                                           King Tunbo