MY LAST THOUGHT.

My last thought shall echo through eternity

Not in vain shall my earthly valour be

Rather in quest does it vanquished

But by this the great heart of mine shall be

Between sighs and pants though strive through

Even if all surrender while faith seemed to fail

 But to my bosom hold tight,

Like my very life, the very thought of this moment esteem

Though the presence may never be regained

Yet the tomorrow is the only consolation we get

To correct the errors of the vain days spent

And today as a link to generations stringed to our loins,

Shall be the memory scripted in this last thought

Share with the time at hand.

The voice from the past calling home

Calling to the generations of the age yet to be

Telling the stories of valiant heroes

Through the resonance of ancient time

Vibrating in this bones of my youth

And in conduct and gesture thus the silent sounds of our forefathers echoes

Through my innocent lips

Made of clay yet glitter in wit

But all said and done, in my last thought shall my life be read

As I course from this stream of reality

Beyond this footfall reduce into solitude from this noise of living

But If the good God grant me the last wish as an appendage to this failing moment

 My last thought shall for nothing but you.

COMMON TEMPTATION

Dangle and dangle the ancient fruit

An apple rich in gracious red

Before the feeble eyes lost

Even in the fleshly skull

Though lie on the glorious bed of roses

The sigh from the plaint passage lure

Across the dark stream she beckons

With batting lashes with her sensual groan accompanied

To her lustful bosom

Sweat in fragrance, yet heaving with damnation

For the lost youth

With bright future to be destroyed by momentary pleasure

In this common temptation.

THE WINTRY MORNING RISE

Could we ride together

When the blazing sun rode on the sultry wind

Or on the blue sky that ember

To glow the morning abreast wintry season

And these cold autumn leaves

Blessed and endowed with pleasant colours

Shed of tree which have stood time

But to wither or die

Yet  nourished the earth with its riche fibers

And waft and lay like Assyrian carpet

Upon a royal path

Which wandered through the woods

Stripping naked by cold weather

When the earth was rich in green or with colours floral be

In this wintry morning rise.

LIFE, A BLESSING FOR THE SOULS OF MEN

Slow and steady the stable feet walk

Sigh and sigh the lung does

Pant, oh pant, the fainting heart

Broken and bled by the time that hurt

So, harsh the sight of the feeble eyes

With tears so hard to shed

Hot upon the lids that flutter 

Because of the dangerous wind that pierce

Prickle the irises thus enough of life has seen

Enough, oh, enough of what sorrow and joy blend

Blend together for the heart broken but mended in its shattered form it be

However think of what future hide from innocent eyes

Wandering the earth with bleeding soles

Crushed and pressed by ceaseless storm

Nonetheless, blessed is the head through briars and thorns wear the crown

Stellar crown studded with bright colours

The man that conquer

The world of struggle and pain

The tiny feet with wintery lips to firstly bear

With foremost shrilling cry

Pleasant for adult winsome smile of expectant eyes

For the patter of tiny feet that crawl,

Life is a blessing for the souls of men.

AFTERLIFE

I walk my days  between sleeps,

Rest my burning bosom between the walks of the earth

Yet in my gasp, even though while life is not in my grasp,

I witness with heaven and the earth the dawn dissolve through the sun into dusk,

All coming forth with the same message:

‘Vanity! Vanity! Vanity, the walk of this earth!’

Maybe, when all in this cycle of existence narrow down into insignificant closure

Even in fairness of sounds and sight of reality experienced,

With the best of us well explored,

At the celestial call

My soul shall spring forth, however,

Not just in the life well spent nor grandeur of moments shared

Nor the fragrance of my mortal experience,

But as sure as my very breath loaned me from above,

Of glorious afterlife.

a rare comedy of insane on Nigerian stage

       What a drama on Nigerian stage, though it is a farce yet a comedy of shame common to African nations. The political terrain is tensed but it is interesting. How can masses amuse themselves in the midst of ravaging poverty, epileptic water and electricity supply, increasing accidents on Nigerian road, politically motivated ethno-religious crises, bombing jamboree and insecurity to mention a few.

      Our politician are amazing characters in this ‘electioneering plot’ with the theme ‘Do-or-die Affair’ concerning forthcoming election. These amazing characters fit into Nollywood even better than Baba Sala, Baba Suwe, Akin and Pawpaw altogether.

      We hear of a father dumping once-beloved son, emigrating to another platform to raise his daughter’s hand up in an arena where the Islamic clerics have made public on several advertorials how chauvinistic or, maybe, religious they are.

       How paradoxical the leader of a state incapacitate a fellow leader, a political stalwart so to say,  though from the chamber where laws are assembled and doctored for the land because of a deceased thug who had been an instrument of persecution against the antagonists of his beloved second term bid, a threat to the people his supposed to serve. Oh, we say he is upholding the course of justice? That is nice.

        However it is pathetic how people’s representatives go home every month with tens of millions of Naira plus execute incentives in form of bogus contracts, not to mention some unethical settlements from heads of ministries just to favour them in the nation’s budget and from who are milking the nation’s economy, while 2/3  of their people are in abject poverty and groveling in darkness, even though the freedom of information bill is worth sweeping under-carpet. They fought for automatic membership of the inner-circus of their various political parties, blind to bloodshed in Jos and deaf to the bombings and bomb scares around the nation.

        With these people emerging from the ongoing primaries of their various parties, the cup of poverty may still remain with us to drink from as from May 29 onwards if we remain a passive observer in this unfolding events. We must shine our eyes and choose right: one man one vote. We must defend our motherland and help restore her dignity among the comity of nations. Let the youth refused to be pawns in the hands of politician. If he’s killed in the course of another man’s greed, his corpse may even rot away and only shame and grieve would he bring to his family. Let our fathers and mothers sell their votes. For in doing so, not only they are expending their future for present satisfaction but mortgaging their children destinies.

        As good Nigerians we must oust out those that loot out treasury and yet restore those who serve the land well. We must stand by our  co-patriots who will give themselves for the change we need regardless of where he comes from. From North, south, east or west we must stand by those who have the love of the land and the fear of the Lord in their hearts.

        We may watch the unfolding drama as long as it last, yet we will not let them make ‘peaceful change impossible’ while we vote in, come April, the politicians who does not only have us in heart but in action do what is right for the land.

The instinct of revolt is inspired by oppression. Azazi has come out, in their intimidating statement in the context – ‘ No voter  should stay behind to watch and defend their votes. Voters are forbidden to bringing electronic gadgets, such as mobile phone and camera to polling booth.’ This really spell out the ‘ do or die’ instinct of our so-called ruling party. Though Jega, an unbiased umpire in this electioneering process I believe, stood contrary to that stance – ‘stay behind and defend your volt’ - we are seemed to be at the cross-road, yet we shall pitch our tent proximate to Jega’s because we do not have an iota of trust in our ‘pseudo-government of the people’ or I may refers it as government of Ghana must go.

We have also heard that the government have given directive to the  GSM operators  to downtool tomorrow so Nigerian would not be able to monitor their votes, communicate with others if we observe odd activities around our area. This is a sign that they might fear the desperation of average Nigerians for change, who might flout their order of not carrying their telecommunication gadgets to polling units. We shall show the world, if their might be, their nefarious activities on the election days. We shall not keep our finger crossed; we shall monitor and stand by our volts.

Before they actually validate this despotic authorization they should consider the ripple effects of this action on themselves and their families.

Nevertheless, if the will of the ruling class override the will of the people, it is a sign that Nigeria is perching on verge of disintegration, reposing on the gunpowder. We shall not only see an increase in the activities of MEND and BOKO HARAM, but rebellious inclination in the masses. God forbid we see the form of revolution in Egypt, Libya, Yemen, Tunisia  and Syria rebranded in Nigeria. SO HELP US ALL GOD. AMEN.

Again the instinct of revolt is inspired by oppression. A chunk of word is enough for the wise.