The beginning of the end.

Kenya, America, China, South Africa have bronze, gold, and silver. But non for Nigeria, instead we are bombing like Syria.
Should we be divided? It seems we are going nowhere with us united.
I love my country. 'live in peace and harmony'- why can't we. Even in church, someone wants to harm me. I'm angry, someone should calm me.

Is it part of Islam to pick arms.



We blessed, we got oil and big farms.Why can't we agree, why can't we shake palms.
I love Yoruba, Hausa and Ibo. But if we can't live as one people, we better part. I swear this breaks my heart. I don't know how we'll fend, this is the message that I send: I think this is THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

EDO STATE's Governor: OSHO BABA!!

Who is the good leader?? Ask your mother. Ask your sister. Ask your Brother. Ask your Papa. They all scream----> OSHO BABA..

Finally there's joy in mouths of people in the south. No rigging, no wrath, no stealing, no touts. Sincerity is what it's all about.

Thank God for the leaders of Akwa-Ibom and Edo.

 Where are the rest governors. Hello!!!
Thank God for Fashola. Where are the others?? Why are you defaulters??? Stop thinking about stealing. Stop thinking about the new car. There are people's dreams you killing. Where is Uduaghan. We want you to pursue excellence. But it's money you after.
Leadership is service. But right now, we the ones serving. This is the message that I'm sending: Help the market women selling, Help the  students learning. Help the Laborers yearning for a better earning.

My message to the rest: learn from the good governors at their best..Thank God Edo State is placed in good hands. Now, we can all rest.

Life's a puzzle, we don't get cheese though we hustle and struggle.

 People crying to songo(yoruba god) but he says nothing, so they tumble, grumble and toggle to the next god. Life's like a thug of war, but death won. NO inherited money,

they're not the king's son. Life's a joke that aint funny, when is 'we' turn. We can't bear it, we 'no fit' form. It's 'we' country, so 'we no fit' run. People shooting and looting but 'we no fit join'. We need to see more currency, we no fit steal.

Politicians dont know how we feel.. SO dont ask the militants why they kill, untill you feed them. Niger Delta is dry, we need firms. Don't just take the oil, we need terms. Most of us toil, so, we too need Benz. We quiet doesnt mean we need sense. God blessed
all of us with that. But why are only you guys fat? I'm not supporting the militants, all i'm saying is: dont treat us like milli ants. We pay tax, so we need breakfast. We need bread and tea. I won't stop untill i see equity.

Heard about the plane crash. Got, goosebombs, a great rash. Shivering on my bed, thinking 'that day was way too harsh'.  So many vistims, life aint fair it seems. But in the midst of the tears and fears.

 In the midst of unfufilled years, I remember: 'there's a time and season for everything'. So we better ask God for forgiveness for every sin. There's a time to live and time to cry. Time to grieve and time to sigh. Believing death is not for us is just a lie, but we gotta trust in God to extend our time.
  The bible says we are all predestined. Thats why I live without fear and high esteem. Like a player going back to his ex-team. God is a good coach, he'll accept you although you've sinned.
That's why I pray: 'let his will be done'. Because I believe there's a better place (heaven) after I'm dead and gone.

So even when its hard to smile, it's not so bad. Cherish moments like graduation and walking down the aisle. Don't be so sad. Be glad cos you know there's life after death. So no regrets. Live life to the fullest. Do your best, that's a must. Explore new things, don't get rust. WE ARE A SUCCESS, IN GOD WE TRUST.

letter to my leaders: MONEY GAP

letter to my leaders: MONEY GAP:     There's a big difference in our pocket size, knowing that doesn't need rocket science. Our country is a mess, we got no defense, can't t...

MONEY GAP

    There's a big difference in our pocket size, knowing that doesn't need rocket science. Our country is a mess, we got no defense, can't take care of the less. When I think of the less privileged in the village, i feel rage. Because politicians are stealing in the big stage, I feel they should be locked up in a big cage.
    Like we didn't have enough with stealing, bokoharam came  along with killing. A girl just lost her parents and her siblings, why don't they have any feelings. They keep killing and taunting, and we are busy doing nothing.
    I know no government is fully 'HOLY', but is it too much to just hang out with my hommies without someone coming to 'poh poh' me (shoot me). And i cant even run to the police.
     Do something government. Life's not a game, it's no tournament. Please, don't kill your people, heal your people. Yoruba, Hausa and Ibo. Life's not just about ego' and ego.

    We don't need eaters, we need readers, sincere leaders. THIS IS A LETTER TO MY LEADERS.

Ticks in Politics

A hungry man is an angry man. So don't take chances. We need anger management classes. And the lecture is equity amongst the masses. I see that boy sleeping in the cold streets, big cars passing, but nothing to eat. Politicians feed us with deceit. All they want is to get the 'SEAT'. So I rhyme to the beat, hoping my lines can help fight the defeat. So Nigerians, stand to your feet. Our country is not just for the elite. It's for the market-women selling, students learning  and laborers yearning for a better pay, a better earning, a better day. Our country rotten, it's like Saro Wiwa died for nothing.
     I reminisce of when i was younger, we played all day.  Through the rain, through the thunder. But now, no longer. Our country is worse, daddy says:'everyone's a suspect, close your doors.
      Contractors, we want feed back. There's a little girl on the street, feed her. This is a letter to our leaders.