Alone with darkness.
These dark clouds won’t leave me be
I am standing all alone in my own battlefield
My only armour is my mind
The same mind that is the traitor
Show me how I can defeat myself
Without losing the best part of me
These dark clouds won’t leave me be
The darkness within is swallowing me
I know I can’t take too much more
It’s all starting to cause me to change
I know these changes are not appealing
These dark clouds won’t leave me be
I am drowning in my own mind
I can feel my happiness leaving me
I know I am alone
Alone with the presence of darkness.
Villain
They say i'm a villain but they just don't see
They don't know what you did to me
I didn't always used to be this way
In fact i was funny
Bright like the day
I was sweeter than honey
I guess you just didn't think i was enough
Cause you threw it all away
And i thought it was love
The sun returned to its watery grave
And while you were breaking my heart
Into evil i caved
But it's fine you don't have to know every part
Cause the tables have turned
My turn to break your heart
They say men never learn
Is it true?
Guess i'll find out when i take it all from you
Africa My Fatherland.
OH AFRICA MY FATHERLAND!
Like a big whale flown to the shore,
Everyone cuts the meat and leave the carcass to rot.
Its smell diffuses and causes illness for others.
Importing everything, never ready to appreciate the fertile soil.
Oh Africa! Having but always in want.
When your bones are weary,
When confusion rises in your head,
You kill your fellow Africans for your fall as a bad workman quarrels with his tools.
Your kindred troop everywhere, home’s no more homely.
Living in illusion, vultures peck you.
With such “Okpolo” eyes, you claim to know.
Your plans and re plans are unending.
Always a giant in your dreams.
The Gargantuans among you put on “ big Agbada” but not covering shame.
Yes, they put on “Agbada” on top of coats as copycats they are.
You imitate the West till you forget your name.
You tell the history of others till you forget your origin.
Your leaders do not bother to play away match, a modern indirect rule.
The hospitals within are for the poor masses.
Your learning centers are falling “yaga yaga”, educated illiterates breed.
Who has bewitched you never to know when you’re falling?
Would you ever rise again?
Oh Africa!
Your children are escaping, thousands of them perish in the sea.
Millions of them sell their bodies for wealth.
Self made slaves!
Like a male dog, their fathers care not.
Father of too many, your children’s names are off your head.
Your pot is burning, burning “ yigi yigi yigi”
Your children cry for the blazing sun, while you sit on the “agara” like an old Pa.
Your pot is burning, but why would you worry?
Your food has been cooked in another pot.
Oh Africa!
How long would you hide the bread of the children?
Oh! Fatherland.
SITTING IN A PARKING LOT AFTER MIDNIGHT
Keys in the ignition.
Do I touch anything for its heat
or for the glitter of
firefly wings that
brush my cheek/ for the tragic euphoria of
fading condensation
upon the windows?
It is gone again
like it so often
has been/ a final pact of hope
& the messenger closes
his eyes.
This is what you get
slipping between universes
touching the impossible ones
in the backseat
of the car. Days spent on nothing but smoking
& musing of
being a castlebuilder/
days spent letting
the dream go.
Start the engine already,
find another place
to sleep.
Writer’s Block
Writing
Is more complicated
Than most people think
They don't see uncreated
Thoughts, feelings, emotions.
They see the blood
Drop by drop.
Creating the flood.
But when those feelings are blocked
the words won't obey
the word master
and become letter puree.
People see the completed works.
Not the unfinished
Weak or poorly phrased
Exertions that s l o w l y become diminished