ALL OF US NA THIEF

Why you dey stone me with eye?
I dey chop my own, no put eye.

This our country na turn by turn;
you chop your own, na my turn.

I swear, if God dey vex true true,
this country for don talk true

Wetin we chop dey our teeth.
Las las, all of us join be thief.

SIMPLICITY


Over time immemorial as now
people see beauty as so rare.
Searching as far as they know;
to the world’s ends and near.

But beauty is quite so common,
it’s here, there and everywhere;
in all seen, enjoyed and put on.
The beautiful is simply so near.

Painting by @Falopebrhyme

BEST FRIEND

Man’s best friend stays near;
always beside him and here.

Dark or bright as any mood;
happy and sad, bad or good.

True friends live your life too,
just as it is; all of it with you.

STONES


Every diamond is a stone,
every single one of them.
Starting off many of none,
later never again all alone;
once it’s known it’s them.

Mere inanimate pieces,
come through hottest hell.
Aged icy glaze gem pieces,
steeled over so many misses
Harden stones with tales to tell

I AM ONLY HUMAN



I am only human after all,
for I am made up as such.
To grow as high as my fall,
and to make of it as much.

My failings are mine alone
and my victories are for all.
I’m damned bloodied bone,
for I’m only human after all.

PRAYING FOR RAIN

When you pray for rain,
It says a lot about you.
Certainly your brain
has some sense too.

You doubt some science,
and have a lot less faith
in logic and conscience;
as in birth and death.

FUNCTION OF MAN



“The proper function of man
Is to live, not to exist.”

For it is life’s demand
To insist and not persist.

“I shall not waste my days,
In trying to prolong them.”

I shall use my time in ways
That’s fair to me and all men.

LIFE HAPPENS



Grind and toil on still,
work through anyway,
regardless of the feel,
simply make the way.

All fails are still wins;
breaks and remakes.
Life will happen still;
like winning stakes.

WHEN HATE RESEMBLES LOVE


When Hate resembles love, it doesn’t.
Especially if Terror claims to come in peace.

Is it possible, loving anything you mustn’t,
Abhorring the whole but not it’s piece?


Then that peace you want wouldn’t; Not ever be yours, even on short lease.

YOU ARE



You are not special
You’re quite ordinary
Another human misery
Alone inside and solitary

What you make of all this,
That’s what you hit or miss.

BEING ALONE

Being alone is not quite good;
Could be the worst thing ever,
Like wearing an empty mood.
Strings to whoever, whatever;
Attaching time and life itself,
You find, hold and cut forever.

DIZZY



Though we’re unsure of a future,
We are definitely not concerned.
Our minds groomed in a culture,
Taught to believe all is confirmed.

The familiarity makes us all dizzy,
In likeness we cannot forsake me.
For love is not suppose to be easy,
That is why it is love not just like.