
Maybe the moon’s that visible spy,
the strategic satellite placed to fly,
watching over subjects in the dark,
as they scheme in their hidden task?

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Maybe the moon’s that visible spy,
the strategic satellite placed to fly,
watching over subjects in the dark,
as they scheme in their hidden task?

Nothing reveals just how confused
or illustrate people more bemused
than thoughts of world more clever
than when morals were more clearer

There’s a marble afloat in space
and it isn’t in some hurried race.
It’s as beautiful as it’s marvelous
and as mystic as its name Venus.

This world is all we have got
and yet we’re letting it all rot.
With the splendor it radiates,
we yet soil and boil it in wastes.

Wait one gaddam minute earthling,
you’re also an astronaut if nothing!
Each year you travel through space,
around the sun on an annual chase.

That one day shall finally come,
that shows what we all become.
All men must fall and also bend;
all things must come to an end.

Family is a rare resource like no other.
When you lose it, can not get another.
So blossom off it and yield new fruits.
Eat off its branches to plant new roots.

The world is full of wicked people,
they are everywhere we all mingle.
Pretending to be nice normal folks,
but are all stealthy devilish spooks.

Anywhere you look, far as you see;
who is free, who is ever fully free?
Freest alive must breathe or swim
and dependant still it would seem.

Because it isn’t happening this day,
doesn’t mean it wouldn’t some day.
Many roads have opened or closed
before they had closed and opened.

Maybe life is too short to hold grudges;
life is already a series of daily matches.
Everyday is a renewed struggle as it is,
why prolong worries beyond what it is?

Choosing where we move to is an option,
but where we’re from wasn’t our decision.
Maybe when we stop revelling in nonsense
then all life’s oddities starts to make sense.

The woman has always been alone,
suffering in a world that’s her home.
All by herself in the crowd she bred,
naked within the glamour she is fed.

Rumour are wild fires in the wind,
whenever let loose, hard to mind.
They’ll travel with a good breeze,
burn over grassy folks with ease.

There isn’t always a good guy;
there is always ever a bad guy.
Most people are right between,
it’s ever about an individual win.

Happiness isn’t an absence of problems
but the ability to accept, not find blames.
The happy finds peace in every situation
and try to see the good in every occasion.
BACKGROUND STORY
A famous Turkish poet; ABIDIN DINO, once asked his painter friend to create a painting of happiness. The painter depicted a family sleeping peacefully on a creaking bed. One leg of the bed was broken, supported by two bricks, and the roof of their dilapidated house was leaking. Even the family’s dog and cat were sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Look deeply at this painting and think about what happiness really is. After seeing this picture, I believe that happiness is not the absence of problems but the ability to accept and find peace in difficult situations. Try to see the good in whatever you have, no matter how bad the situation may be. Stop being sad about things that are beyond your control. Whenever your heart feels heavy, remember this painting.
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Death is permanent;
at least for the living, it is.
Living likens staying on rent,
before living expires its lease.

Public opinion is a shadowy monster,
one that is not predicted in any order.
Doesn’t matter what color it’s painted,
it will change to its dark form as fated.

Nothing resembles Nigerian attitude
and nothing describe its magnitude
like the phrase ‘I pass my neighbor’.
It fully says what we adore or abhor.

Lord I hate buttermilk,
it ends up into my sink.
Lord, I also do hate lard,
I rather go about all mad.
God I hate raw white flour,
ever wasted on every hour.
But Lord when you mix em;
put all together in same pan.
When you stir them and bake,
what they roast into and make,
its aroma greets in pleasantries,
then I do love warm fresh biscuits.
Things come up we don’t like,
life gets harder than every hike.
Lord when we don’t understand,
you’re saying relax, wait or stand.
To wait until you are done mixing,
what comes forth is the best fixing.

The moon has always been falling
and entire world stands watching.
The old as the new forever marvel
the oldest secret we can’t unravel.

Who can try to bury the ocean
and make the moon their own?
Who can make everyone forget,
or can delete every single regret?

We were selfish when we were young
but we always knew where we belong.
If told, we stopped to control ourselves.
We listened to seniors on our behalves.

When once we were young kids;
our small hands were our wings
and our sand pits, fighting rings.
Life si easy, everywhere we ran,
then we grew and life lost its fun.

Land is wasted when it seems so,
because how it’s used appears so.
Folks will farm it, built it or mine it,
others keep it and watch it only sit.
Like life, land’s good as one uses it.

Happiness is simple,
not to lots of people.
They’ll rather be sad
and own all the land.

Space is closer than you may think,
it’s overhead or also when you sink.
You just need to look into the skies,
or dream when you close your eyes.

Everyone knows the customer is always right
but conveniently forgets employee has rights.
Employer will have customers flex their might;
investors’ll forever have profits in their sights.


Hello,
I am Kangyang Gana (KayGee) the founder and lead coordinator of the Claire Aid Foundation. For the past five years, we’ve had the privilege of hosting over 8,000 children for our annual Christmas event. It’s been incredibly rewarding to see the joy and excitement on the faces of these disadvantaged and rural children.
My team and I couldn’t have achieved this without the unwavering support of you our generous donor, volunteer, and partner. Your contributions have made a significant difference in the lives of countless children. I extend our heartfelt gratitude for your continued support.
As my team and I embark on another year of spreading cheer, hope, peace and unity, we warmly welcome new supporters to join our mission. Together, we can create a brighter future for these children where they will respect others from different ethnic and religious groups.
Stay tuned for more updates on our upcoming Christmas event and other initiatives.
Thank you for your support.
After the first Christmas in 2019, I knew I wanted the Christmas party to continue.
Today it has become a tradition. I am excited we are at the 6th edition.
It’s no news that Nigeria is polarized along all kinds of lines that divide us and sadly we children learn from us.
A Claire Aid Foundation’s Christmas which is tagged A Claire Christmas this year is focused on fostering peaceful coexistence and Unity. We hope to achieve this by celebrating 🎉🎈 Christmas with children from different ethnic groups and religion.
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“Sly death will have to sneak up
and take great men as they nap.
If it dares to when they’re awake,
they fight, that’s what it will take.”

All strength and power have limits.
They may appear without permits,
but they only roam in their sphere;
can’t take more than they can bear.

As encouraging words will preach,
the lesson of life will always teach.
Furthest roads of time won’t reach
the unending twirl of man’s search.

All the important choices are made for you;
how you’re, where you are born and to who.
Since other choices depend on these ones,
maybe all decisions are rigged all at once.

Not all tears are what they seem,
whether it’s those hidden or seen.
It is in every human natural being,
to get, own and just keep on being.

When the heavens speaks
from atop its highest peaks,
skies carries on its speeches
to ends of the earth it reaches.

Who kills many of their kin in a race
wining nothing but their small face?
Who kicks their heavily pregnant mum
and celebrated in the pain they come?

I’ve got balls, I’m firm as it is my fate.
I love women, they are my only mate.
I’m a man, not someone a lady can be.
I’m a man, not some woman wannabe.

Every day comes with its challenges,
some over-comed, few with changes.
Life may not be the party we hoped in,
while here may as well dance roped in.

Work when you can only,
for rest will come surely.
Strive to achieve a task,
not only when men ask.

They who painted the devil black,
were certainly cautious with tact.
They gave him that darkest shade,
such that his cunning would fade.
Crafts in his ruse remains hidden,
but his works can not be forgiven.

Do nothing permanent you can’t change
because through out life, at every stage,
change is constant, that much is certain.
No choice made now is certain to remain.

The simple common plentiful things
are always the most joyous of things.
Like time, love or friendship everyday;
or water, rain, air, children as they play.

There’s a tiny planet in every bubble,
a universe in every foam you trouble.
Bath tub is watery expanse of space,
you’re one of a mighty celestial race.

It isn’t about you, you’re not cursed.
These things are natural, not forced.
Bad things happen to just everyone,
to whoever or whatever they have on.

Everywhere men go or live on earth
the sky sees them or their thought;
all their memories from their pasts
and consciences that forever lasts.

Who is the living monster out there
who’s poised to eat us without fear,
he’s all over the earth with menace
like rapist in pretense of romance?

Who is the living monster out there
who’s poised to eat us without fear,
he’s all over the earth with menace
like rapist in pretense of romance?

Who is the living monster out there
who’s poised to eat us without fear,
he’s all over the earth with menace
like rapist in pretense of romance?

There’s always that soft voice in you,
one you can’t hear when you are two.
It will need your undivided attention,
so it steers you in a proper direction.

World likens the mine dig,
all mining what they seek.
Flowers, fruits, just a leaf;
after all, life is still just life.