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  We have sought after life, Right from the point when we, tiny semens Inside daddy's two pride bags, Have to fight, so we'd survive.  We have learnt about life, From the point of fear, Where adults screams lingers,  And our inner voices tremble.  We became older and our voices too,  Like waters,  we flow, Casting off all odds,  We ignited a new beginning. We like the iroko tree they say can withstand  The tempestuous music of the wind. But can't resist to be taken aback by the  Many dance steps of the storm. By  Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare)  Jegede Dawal Joseph (joejegz)  For SpearePoetry AshGreyMovement

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This message goes to east and west, There´ll be a Poetry and Award night, To north and south and all the rest Wake your soul to a holy calm  delight   Exploring the african experience is our quest You want to be a part of it? Be my guest

​Twas like every November before it,  But this one came with an air of uncertainty, For the drums of celebrations had halted in may. When Owen celebrated his second birthday. Fate was finally smiling at  Evbareke Those around her had thought,  For indeed she, the child whose mother abandoned just nine months after her birth.  And left in the care of her sick father, Aged grand mother, And family members who cared less  For her existence. Had grown to become a beautiful girl,  Whose nature was fair, Like the back of a ripe  alimo  fruit Which falls bountifully in the Month of March.  She, the girl whose childhood  Was characterize by total neglect and Destitution had out of nothing found favour,  In the eyes of a decorated  soja  man. Fast forward to 1989. Her civil servant father died of an eerie Circumstance; a live fish was removed  From his stomach. Her life regained some sanity when The  soja  man married her, immediately after Her father's burial. He

He was always busy, serious and hardworking  Just like you.  He will get married to the love of his life Soon, just like you. The man whose dreams scared people away. Only a few knew him, just like you.  He thought his dreams will soon give birth Just like you. He would build a mansion for his parents  Just like you. Not today though, tomorrow is the perfect day to start,  he would say, just like you. He will build a home for his wife and kids  Just like you. Fantasies though, as he awaits the fate of morrow Just like you He was gifted, oh how his writings reduced  Brave men to tears, just like you He would pen down a novel that would win him the Nobel Prize tomorrow, Just like you. But he would wait for that uncircumcised Day  Just like you That an ovation will appease the skeleton of his dreams Just like you. And when things went contrary, he would blame the gods for his ill fate, just like you.  Because his tomorrow was never promised  just like you. He would sleep at night and

While you fold hands Doing nothing. Acting indifferent to the current State of this nation. Remember That in wars no one is innocent, And in one way or another Everyone is a casualty. Take out time to think, Take out time to preach peace. Do not take sides regardles  For a synonym for victims is hopeless. Pray for Peace! Support Sanity and diplomacy! Fight against genocide. Pray for the country Nigeria And    ... Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare) For  P S F ASHGREY

Nigerian National Unity There Are Only Two Tribes In Nigeria: rich and poor.  Tribalism is not our problem. Tribalism and religion are artificial problems created by selfish leaders for their own personal interest. There are only two major tribes in Nigeria. The Elites and the Masses. Once you make lots of money, you belong to the elite tribe. When you are a commoner or suffering, you belong to the tribe of the masses. If you are an elite, and you need more power, or elective position, you sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, so as to sway their emotion for your personal victory. This happens at both the national and state level. Unfortunately, after the election when they have won and joined their “sworn enemies” to drink and party, the gullible masses continue to fight each other. ‎ Even smart people who belong to the masses, sometimes will sow seeds of tribalism and religion among the masses, and then the masses will carry them up until they belong t

POSTED ON AUGUST 23, 2017                   Live a life Lend a hand Bend a kneel Cross your four with a one Speak your mind Listen before you talk Talk after you’ve listened Give and await no return Laugh with those who value your worth Cry with those that mourn When confuse, ask questions. So your life won’t be miserable For dying young is terrible. And when they ask you How you do it? Tell them you’ve found peace within! And remember to pray for guidance From a higher power. Pa Shakespeare  

IBUDE [COMFORT] Days numbered after day Muttered words we’ve had to say May our dreams begin today Even in rebellion through faith we pray That our burden be light so we will be no prey For the legacy, we leave most will lay  Life they say ‘is a race not relay And with a few words, the wise is may Whilst the foolish dismay Thus  We live in a time that is frail So we toil day through night that we do not fail But you Do not forget that it’s white that turns gray Go  Com and Fort that you go not astray  For with earthlings, not all Com and stay.  PA SHAKESPHEARE

saefpoem: 'ÉGHÉ [ "TIME" ] : With time,  The barren becomes pregnant,  With time,  The pregnant woman becomes a mother,  With time,  The mother become...