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                                                                                             I write this with a sad heart, As I have my sober reflections, I remember the days I had dreams, ambition and purpose, The years my dreams were intact! I was 14 years and 9 months old, Just fresh from my junior school getting into my Senior years, I had that dream of becoming a "neurosurgeon" and owning my own business, Then I started my journey into my teenage years not knowing things, Oblivious of the world's distractions, Then I fell into the pit of distractions, complacency meeting "dem babes",  Smoking "dem craze" and "dancing my days off". In a twinkle of an eye, I became 18, finished high school got into ...

I repeat no animal like lion in the jungle, No bird like ostrich in the forest, No food like pounded yam among the Yorubas, No man like the woman. Her beauty is like a soft glow of light to the world, Her whole life is a sacrifice for the satisfaction of her home. Even her youth days are clouded with "don't" and "never". Too educated,she is a victim of fakers, No education,she is a liability. She is like a tree that can't be still because the winds won't let it. So tell,isn't she precious? Written and composed by  Kolajo Blessing©

A loaf of bread is now an instrument of injustice, Our unity has been slaughtered by feeds of the ravens Still,the generation of the birds sings through our sighing, The flocks sincerely lives while we are keeping strife. In their old glory we still rejoice. Unknown to them that old star is getting weaker day by day. Old vessels on the seat of governance, Trying to buy my future with the cheapest notes and pen, I asked,is this the education you were given? They turn themselves to farmers of harvest, The land of the queen is their hidden cottage. My teacher used to say"children are the leaders of tomorrow" I say to you,my tomorrow has come,but my hairs are turning grey, Is there any other tomorrow? My certificate is being devoured by hunger. All hail Boo-Harry. Who are the thieves? The fatherless lad with the passion to eat? Fraudulent lunatic in the market? Great midnight visitors of the rich? Or the political oldies whose graves are begging for their...

Having studied circumstances surrounding the world of women..... The gender insecurities, abuse, responsibilities, Feminism, the African belief of "Women belong to the kitchen", gender discrimination, strengths and flaws, the struggle through childhood to old age.... To mention but a few. I decided to come up with a poem which summarises all the experience in the words "The woman I Have Become ". I'm not writing in appraisal or discrimination, but in realisation. Happy women's day. I'm so proud to be a Woman. The Woman I have Become So much for a child, So much for a girl, So much I have seen, So much I have experienced, So much that hurts a while, So much I seem to overcome, So much I look back on, So much I wished would change, So much I wished would remain, So much in this I was engulfed, So much I have become. Life has taught me a lot Life nurtured me along, Life gave me a little that counts so much, Life hurts me to heal me...

Am feeling sleepy, Let me retire on my bed, Just now, I remembered something, What If i slept and never woke up? Take it or you leave it, Every time you sleep, You die automatically, But if you are able to wake, Your time to die, Is not ready! There comes dream, What is dream? I honestly don't understand it, What if I eat "pounded yam" and "egusi soup" in my dream? Will I be in trouble for that? Is it really connected to evil? How I wish my sleep, can be connected to heaven, I would like to see it for a second, If you say am in a hurry, Then, yes I am! Can you see what I did? I merged "death", "food" and "heaven" together I connected them to dream! When I sleep tonight, I pray I don't die, I have eaten already, So I don't need any food in my dreams, At least for now, I would be glad if I can see "heaven", and not die permanently! Written and composed by  Creative Lopez  ...

              I didn't wake up to be Mediocre_ A girl becomes a woman when she learns to love herself She has a fire in her soul and grace in her heart, when she stays strong. She promised herself better and never looked back She kick ass and don't kiss it No matter where she's, she inspire and empower the women around her. Cause she knows the value of sharing. She makes others step their game up She open books not leg, she blow off minds, She's a reflection of _Glory_ . She isn't difficult, she just knows her value. She's _fierce_ She's _powerful_ She doesn't stand down to anyone. That makes her a strong woman. written  and composed by  Mariam

                                                      Love can be Greater than stars, Love can shine Brighter than the stars Beyond the tide That beacons to heart Without the figment of denial Love isn't blind Beyond the masked beauty Of emptiness' charade, It ignores the flaws Like a magnet drawn to the intent It accepts the emblem of a heart That's designed for the act, for the pact, Love guarantees nothing Without the epitome of Trust Readily can't be visible Without a committed stance It's takes grace to love Without the intent of lust A feeling that should be Unleashed by sincere lot What is love When the God factor Is not involved? Let's draw love from the source To avoid a cross of destruction No one trusts in he who is With the inheritance of emptiness Arise! Shine In the light of Love! written and comp...

I lie on the ground, and stare into space, the stars start to move, into the shape of your face. I see you there now, looking down at me, with that cute little smile, that I like to see. You say "close your eyes", "tell me what you see", I see only two people, just you and me. We're walking the shoreline, with our feet getting wet, the horizon turns pink, as the sun starts to set. We make love through the night, on that white sandy shore, then I hold you while thinking, I could want nothing more. Oh I wish I could be, in that one special place, as I lie on the ground, and I stare into space. written and composed by AKINWUMI ®2017

                        Another one of those lonely nights When my heart longs for your eyes' lights I'd ask you to send me a selfie And I'll reply with love through a smiley I wish my good morning isn't on Whatsapp I want a hug from you not a "what's up" When I say" I love you", does your face glow? Does the passion burn fast or burn slow? Remind me what it feels like when we kiss Does your heart beat fast and your hands feel bliss? I want to feel your emotions when we speak Don't send an emoji, it has no emotion leak How do you laugh when I tell you a joke? When you type "LOL",  is the laughter making you choke? How does it feel when you see my chats' header? Don't you think a love letter would have been better? Back to the lonely nights My eyes shut in a room without lights You're probably sleeping in your nightie And I'm here, wishing we'll love like the nineties. written and co...

                    We will be waiting for you When you get back  A little older  A little wiser But happy to see you Do not go gentle Until that good night  Old age should burn  And rage a close of day RAGE RAGE RAGE  Against the dying of the light  The wise men at their end Know dark is right  Because their word has brought no Light in day Do not go gentle into that good night RAGE RAGE RAGE Against the dying of the light culled from INTERSTELLAR movie (2014) 

I have your smile on my face And it wont go Your scent in my lungs The breath won't go When the sun dies And the night when we wake up Our dreams wont go Your kind is mysterious But uncategorized You can win every heart You won mine And it won't go Written and composed by Tdhayor +23481612988887

                                          I became  restless Who am i? Why do i have to go through this? I needed someone to show me the way Who am i? Who am i? I looked at the sun If i could just see the answer But, all i see is brightness Who am i? I listened to the voices Of the moving waters How great is their creator... What do they have? What made them special? I looked everywhere I saw them yes!!! all of them With their achievements I saw them exploiting I asked over and over again What made them special Cant i be like them? No!!! Cant i be greater than them Then i heard my voice My child! My child!! My child!!! I have given you everything!!! You just have to realise who you are You can be Greater Achievements, success, exploit Are not a taboo for you The voice kept saying Who are you? YES!!! I CAN DO IT I AM SPECIAL I AM BET...

                                        Oh Cancer Oh Cancer I hear you eat up the body of men I hear you take away the joy of men I hear you steal the happiness of family I hear you destroy finances of generation Oh Cancer Oh Cancer Oh Cancer Oh Cancer To your presense the strong men bow To your wisdom the wise men listen To your name the poor man tremble Oh Cancer Oh Cancer Oh Cancer Oh Cancer Your cure is no where to be found Your treatment is too expensive for the average man Your presence signals rhe end You are  an enemy to the world Oh Cancer Oh Cancer

                     Where is love? When… Beauty fades like smoke Happiness seems to be getting bored Laughter happens to be seldomly in vogue Vision ultimately is attained Future is here Vows and promises are broken Virtues adhered are shaky Intelligence is surpassed Values are disregarded Respect is not replicated Money walks away Children invades Age seems to be running I think I know what it is Author sobande Grace 

                                                                                    I wish my mouth will say what my heart holds I wish my mouth will let me say say... I wish I could pick up the pieces and let go I wish you could turn back and not hold The cloud of tears my eyes shows I wish I could detest and hold a grudge But am too strong to make a fuzz I wish I could stop myself from having this feeling Because it hurts to know we ain't twinning After making me sink in Now i am powerless that I cant give in To hate as this is so much difficult I wish you never spoke to me I wish you never met me I wish you never came up to me I wish word wouldn't fail me #ihateandmissyou Written/Composed by; Alhassan Rahinat Bintu  connect with her v...

                                     We see when we see We miss when we miss We love when we love Days of uniform Days of 5 am Days of gossips Days of laughter Day of grudges Look back to see best buddies Look back to remember best memories Look back to see hard times Look back to remember worst friends Surely we remember those days Days when for punishment we flee Like wounded rabbit Days when for enjoyment sake We skip classes Days when we comport Cos of the new girl

               Pointlessly pissed by her promiscuous skills My heart was torn a thousand times by her endless call Oh! I wish my fate could simply akin to my faith So I could pray she stray in the light of the day My interest gets depressed as much as she tries to impress! I have wished her shapeless shadows get burrowed Her gladness spurs my bitterness! Each breathe she breath breaks me in billions folds I’ve reported her to several walls On my way back from our late night wars My souls already christened her a pronoun of devil She lies and lays and cries in her multitudinous evils She borrowed a billion arrows Simply to burrow deeper into my innocence marrows She has my heart inside-out like a lace She has successfully, smartly stolen my heart away And now she has eventually rife my Tartary … I don’t even think I’m crazy I’m way beyond that lately! Written/Composed by:   ...

                                                                                                             Have you ever heard songs from the hills Only to find out they are the reverberated sounds of the oceans against the rocks Have you ever heard the bird's whistle? Only so you found out, they are the rustling of the fallen summer leaves Have you ever felt to your skin, a golden heat, similar to that from a Goldsmith? And surprisingly, it's the radiation from the heavens                                                              ...

         Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday  In all of whose ochre streets one dog is sleeping Those volcanoes like ashen roses, or the incurable sore  Of poverty, around whose puckered mouth thin boys are Selling yellow sulphur stone  The burnt banana leaves that used to dance  The river whose bed is made of broken bottles  The cocoa grove where a bird whose cry sounds green and  Yellow and in the lights under the leaves crested with  Orange flame has forgotten its flute gommiers peeling from sunburn still wrestling to escape the sea  The dead lizard turning blue as stone  Those rivers, threads of spittle that forgot the old music  That dry, brief esplanade under the drier sea almonds  Where the dry old men sat  Watching a white schooner stuck in the branches  And playing draughts with the moving frigate birds...

In my wildest dream I never expected it I felt something were just too big to aim for But not until you came You changed my orientation You made me understand One could get everything he wanted All one need to do is try I tried and got lucky You saw the beauty in ashes The good in rottenness  The sincerity in my behavior And you decided to make me feel lucky You chose me When you didn’t have to You created an avenue for me to be a better person And you decided not to rest Till you are able to refine and take the shaft awy You broke protocol You chose me You in-spite of my stupidity decided to choose me No other person can understand why Even me still don’t believe I got chosen You don’t mind the cost You took away al obstruction to make me special You took me and left with all the bad associated with it Words fail me to describe what you’ve done for me Words can’t describe how grateful I am for this Words can’...