Our Landlord Has Started Again
Help us call our landlord to order
Help us plead with him with others
Our Landlord has started again,
Our home is deeply in pains.
We pleaded with him for a face lift
Of our abode that required an uplift
Our Landlord promised to assist
To make our home the better of his lists.
He gave we the tenants an advice
In fact, not only advice but condition
To fix our house from precipice
We must pay more for the rent as option.
Our Landlord has started again,
Help us plead with him to refrain
From crushing his tenants with pains
We have suffered enough without gains.
The rent increased was high
We pleaded with him to reduce
Though, we agreed to still pay more
Yet despite the increase he refused to fix the house again.
Our Landlord has started again,
Help us plead with him this once
If he refuses to fix this abode
It may crumble and no house for him to own.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
ONE MONTH AGO
It was one month ago. In our great country Nigeria. The falcons defy the voice of the falconer. The centre was held by thin thread. The protest against the removal of fuel subsidy was national in outlook. Agents of evils also tried to mingle in the crisis. It was a tough time for the government and the governed just a month ago.
Thank God it is over. Government won some, labour won some, the people won the most. Our leaders woke up from their state of perceived lackadaisical perspective to issues of common good, got energised to tackle the demon of corruption starting from the oil sector, and the zeal of the transformation boss was revealed. How far this will go, Nigerians continue to watch and observe.
One month ago, we had a problem at hand to solve. However, life is full of problems and challenges. Both for individuals and governments. That is the way the world is made. It will continue like that. However, the challenges of security in our country is great. We are faced with Boko Haram in the North, when we are just thanking God for the solution over Niger Delta militants. These Boko killings are too much for our democracy. Please God of heaven take care of our Nation.
Thank God it is over. Government won some, labour won some, the people won the most. Our leaders woke up from their state of perceived lackadaisical perspective to issues of common good, got energised to tackle the demon of corruption starting from the oil sector, and the zeal of the transformation boss was revealed. How far this will go, Nigerians continue to watch and observe.
One month ago, we had a problem at hand to solve. However, life is full of problems and challenges. Both for individuals and governments. That is the way the world is made. It will continue like that. However, the challenges of security in our country is great. We are faced with Boko Haram in the North, when we are just thanking God for the solution over Niger Delta militants. These Boko killings are too much for our democracy. Please God of heaven take care of our Nation.
SOUL OF NIGERIAN OIL IN THE HANDS OF MIDDLEMEN.
The subsidy hullabaloos
The subsequent catastrophes,
The subdued citizenry
The sub-optimized government actions
The alarm that produced SURE document
Was caused by the cabal in the oil industry.
Soul of Nigerian Oil.
Was hijacked by the ferocious cabal
With the clandestine manoeuvres
Of the game of crude and refined products
Supported by some external profiteers
The anguish of the people know no bounds.
The people had been pushed to the wall,
In their protest they raised their voices.
The transformational boss of this great land
Woke up from the partial slumber in the palace.
The middlemen are presently jittery,
The lion has finally decided to roar.
The subsequent catastrophes,
The subdued citizenry
The sub-optimized government actions
The alarm that produced SURE document
Was caused by the cabal in the oil industry.
Soul of Nigerian Oil.
Was hijacked by the ferocious cabal
With the clandestine manoeuvres
Of the game of crude and refined products
Supported by some external profiteers
The anguish of the people know no bounds.
The people had been pushed to the wall,
In their protest they raised their voices.
The transformational boss of this great land
Woke up from the partial slumber in the palace.
The middlemen are presently jittery,
The lion has finally decided to roar.
MY LAGOS OF HOPE AND SOLDIERS OF HELP
Those that coined the word....
Centre of Excellence on Lagos
Be praised for great vision;
'Eko o ni baje, o baje ti'.
The radiant Lagos of today
Is the Lagos of my hope everyday,
The promise of a city of beauty
The peacock in the midst of many cities.
Alas! My Lagos of Hope
Now flooded by the Soldiers of Abode.
Saying they are the Soldiers of Help
Please, do not spoil our Lagos of Hope.
We are suffering and smiling
We are dying and dancing
We protest against rulers insentisivity
To the perceived gradual annihilation of the common man.
Tell me, where did we err the Powers that be?
When we protest in the scurching sun of Lagos City,
Dancing our miseries away,
Voicing our opposition to CABALISM of the land.
Where cometh these angry-looking soldiers?
Soldiers of occupation on our soil of Hope,
Whose orders have they to occupy our streets?
The Big 'Baale' is the sender of Soldiers of Help.
My Lagos of Hope, Our Soldiers of Help;
Relax the squizings of your faces
The land belongs to you too
Here we dance away our sorrows at our Lagos of Hope.
Dear Excellency, kindly send back to their abodes
Soldiers of Help so we continue our hope
My Lagos of Hope and the Soldiers of Help,
All of us are the children of the same parent.
Centre of Excellence on Lagos
Be praised for great vision;
'Eko o ni baje, o baje ti'.
The radiant Lagos of today
Is the Lagos of my hope everyday,
The promise of a city of beauty
The peacock in the midst of many cities.
Alas! My Lagos of Hope
Now flooded by the Soldiers of Abode.
Saying they are the Soldiers of Help
Please, do not spoil our Lagos of Hope.
We are suffering and smiling
We are dying and dancing
We protest against rulers insentisivity
To the perceived gradual annihilation of the common man.
Tell me, where did we err the Powers that be?
When we protest in the scurching sun of Lagos City,
Dancing our miseries away,
Voicing our opposition to CABALISM of the land.
Where cometh these angry-looking soldiers?
Soldiers of occupation on our soil of Hope,
Whose orders have they to occupy our streets?
The Big 'Baale' is the sender of Soldiers of Help.
My Lagos of Hope, Our Soldiers of Help;
Relax the squizings of your faces
The land belongs to you too
Here we dance away our sorrows at our Lagos of Hope.
Dear Excellency, kindly send back to their abodes
Soldiers of Help so we continue our hope
My Lagos of Hope and the Soldiers of Help,
All of us are the children of the same parent.
AND THE HOUSE BECAME THE FRIEND OF THE MASSES
The Seventh Assembly
Of our legislative arm of government
Are made of brighter and better stars in content,
Than the witnessed predecessors of old.
This hybrids of the best in the land
The diffusion of different party members
The measured improvements of opposition members
Make the Seventh Assembly a pearl in my sight.
The legislative leadership of ours
Are siding with the people every hour
Look at this new dawn in our Chambers!
Our democracy is getting rooted day by day.
Friends of the Masses,
The Legislative chambers of the nation,
Another friendship with the common man
Is expected by pruning the cost of governance.
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Of our legislative arm of government
Are made of brighter and better stars in content,
Than the witnessed predecessors of old.
This hybrids of the best in the land
The diffusion of different party members
The measured improvements of opposition members
Make the Seventh Assembly a pearl in my sight.
The legislative leadership of ours
Are siding with the people every hour
Look at this new dawn in our Chambers!
Our democracy is getting rooted day by day.
Friends of the Masses,
The Legislative chambers of the nation,
Another friendship with the common man
Is expected by pruning the cost of governance.
mypoeticworldforgreaternaija.blogspot.com
I DON'T ENVY YOUR OFFICE
But the rich also cry.
Uneasy lies the head
That wears the golden crown,
I don't envy your office.
Your office is magnificent
Your word is Law in the Land,
Your speech binds and loose
Your gesticulations can free or imprison,
Yet, I don't envy your office.
You are the number one citizen in the land
The most popular name mentioned every passing day,
You are the idol to millions of political worshipers,
Though, you occupy the highest office in the land,
I will never envy your office.
If I want to envy your office
Do I have the capabilities required?
Of managing a complex entity like Naija?
Where even the friends are hard to decipher from fiends,
Where foes role-model as close ally everyday?
If I want to envy your office,
How do I chart a better cause for the people
In the multitudes of different opinions and propositions,
Or the continuous demand on my limited time-line,
That is fast eroding like an angry flood.
If I want to envy your office
Do I have the willing power to get sleep for my eyes
Amidst the confusions being caused by various elements
Both the ones from the perceived axis of evils
And the threats of reprisal songs of prayer warriors?
I don't envy your office
Uneasy lies the head wearing the crown,
I will continue to amass the insulation required
To be able to withstand the headaches and heartaches
Woven into the office of yours since the day of Independence.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The Coming Back Of The Lion Hearted.
Always mentioned in the parlance of equity,
His performance at the Anti-Graft agency was optimal
Despite the perceived over-zealousness to bring sanity
To the corruption ridden nation of ours;
The man- Mallam Ribadu Nuhu.
He has always been the deciding factor
In ruler's plans of investigative accountability,
His past acts of sanitizing the economic sector
And efforts towards eradicating the base of fraudulent bands
That permeates and are decimating our fatherland-
The Lion-Hearted Nuhu Ribadu.
In the aftermath of the economic hullabaloos
Amidst the confusion of theory of subsidy
When the falconers and the falcons tangoed
And the centre was held with a thin thread
The people's demand for accountability in governance
Is bringing back the man of the Lion heart- Nuhu Ribadu
Welcome back to the corridors of power again,
Though, your assignment may look smallish
Compared to the previous office you held,
Rejoice for the opportunity of sanitizing
The most corruption laden sector of our economy.
The hope of the hopeless-indeed the terror of the guilty.
Learn from your past successes
And equally your past perceived mistakes
And make this assignment worthwhile;
Remember the New Nigeria is being formed
Gradually and stylishly we wobble on,
The challenge of accountability is a war to be won.
All hail the great coming back,
Of the Lion hearted anti-graft crusader!
Remember the corrupts will fight back
Know the worms to clear are deep rooted!
Challenge the challengers!
And give Nigerians the cause to SMILE.
Monday, February 6, 2012
'FRAUDO-FUEL SUBSIDY'
I enjoy myself when I express my thoughts as occasion demands. Few weeks ago, Nigeria was in the turmoil of fuel subsidy removal strike. It was a tensed period for the government authorities and the governed. Nigerian people demand accountability from their rulers. The inability of the rulers to tame corruption was the harbinger of mistrusts between the people and their government. Well, I felt like expressing my feelings and within few hours, some lines were written. Among them is this one titled: Fraudo-Fuel Subsidy. This is our world. Let us express ourselves. At least for the hope of a greater Nigeria. Your observations and comments are welcome.
FRAUDO-FUEL SUBSIDY.
We are the agency -government of the nation.
The people are the pawns in our hands,
We will milk the people of their heritage
We need to devise a fool-proof means.
Let us confuse and convince our Leaders,
The imperativeness of our clandestine acts
In wieldy language of petrol-dollar economics;
The need to subsidize the price of the golden waters.
Let us impute our five digit mark-ups
And hidden wealth of stupendous magnitude
Into the loopholes of government agendas;
After-all, we are the most-sensitive agency of government.
Government created us and for special purpose,
We too proposed to profitalize our environments,
Call us any name, we are always here and there;
Our OILY machinery tentacled even outside our borders.
Our pity is for every leader of our governments,
Many leaders in the past hardly understood us;
Nor do they comprehend the level of our tentacles,
Because we are inside the mind and heart of their governments.
We are like a chameleon, hard to ping
With a single colour of body apparel,
No matter the cleansing and periodic take-around,
We are always around and very cancerous.
'Oyinbos' salute our deftness and courage
Many of them will never forget our patronage,
Auditors had gotten their principles challenged
Trying to pry into intricacies of mode of our works.
Even, the amazon of the oil industry,
That was recruited to be our supervising boss
Continues to sniff here and there for our source,
Time will tell if she can deal with us.
Do you care to know our name?
Whether NNPC or PPPRA, we are a mega corporation,
Of different names to our cause,
Though, fuel subsidy is our KEYWORD.
FRAUDO-FUEL SUBSIDY.
We are the agency -government of the nation.
The people are the pawns in our hands,
We will milk the people of their heritage
We need to devise a fool-proof means.
Let us confuse and convince our Leaders,
The imperativeness of our clandestine acts
In wieldy language of petrol-dollar economics;
The need to subsidize the price of the golden waters.
Let us impute our five digit mark-ups
And hidden wealth of stupendous magnitude
Into the loopholes of government agendas;
After-all, we are the most-sensitive agency of government.
Government created us and for special purpose,
We too proposed to profitalize our environments,
Call us any name, we are always here and there;
Our OILY machinery tentacled even outside our borders.
Our pity is for every leader of our governments,
Many leaders in the past hardly understood us;
Nor do they comprehend the level of our tentacles,
Because we are inside the mind and heart of their governments.
We are like a chameleon, hard to ping
With a single colour of body apparel,
No matter the cleansing and periodic take-around,
We are always around and very cancerous.
'Oyinbos' salute our deftness and courage
Many of them will never forget our patronage,
Auditors had gotten their principles challenged
Trying to pry into intricacies of mode of our works.
Even, the amazon of the oil industry,
That was recruited to be our supervising boss
Continues to sniff here and there for our source,
Time will tell if she can deal with us.
Do you care to know our name?
Whether NNPC or PPPRA, we are a mega corporation,
Of different names to our cause,
Though, fuel subsidy is our KEYWORD.
Poets and Their Poetry
A person who writes poems is known as a poet. Poem has been described as'' a piece of writing in which the words are chosen for their sound and the images they suggest, not just for their obvious meanings''. It is observed that the words are arranged in separate lines, usually with a repeated rhythm, and often the lines rhyme at the end.
My first respect for the world of poetry happened sometimes in 1982. I was having a chart with a cousin of mine whom I respect so much for his brilliance and intelligence. I have just gotten an admission to Teacher Training College and at the same time was preparing for my GCE 'O' Level Examination. He asked me of the subject ranges I will take during the exams, and I listed among them Literature in English. My cousin screamed! 'Literature? I fear Literature in English especially POETRY aspects of it'.
I was really taken aback for his reaction and fear for Literature In English. In fact, I was scared. This is because the person in my view was highly intelligent and did wonderfully well in his School Certificate Examination results with seven distinctions and two credits including FURTHER MATHEMATICS, Chemistry, Physics and Biology! I feel that if Literature in English should be hard and feared by my cousin, indeed the subject must be a stubborn and difficult one. Unknown to my tender mind that my cousin was just a good student of science related subjects not arts.
Upon resuming at the Teacher's College Ile-Ife in September 1982, I armed myself with the following three point agenda in order to arrest and conquer great Literature in English:
Poets are like philosophers. They are aware of their present and are endowed in some ways to peep into the future. No wonder some writings of some past poets had became a gold of reality in today's world.
I love the world of poetry. I am equally fascinated by simple lines that are easy to read and understand especially for non- Literature friendlies like my cousin to enjoy.
My first respect for the world of poetry happened sometimes in 1982. I was having a chart with a cousin of mine whom I respect so much for his brilliance and intelligence. I have just gotten an admission to Teacher Training College and at the same time was preparing for my GCE 'O' Level Examination. He asked me of the subject ranges I will take during the exams, and I listed among them Literature in English. My cousin screamed! 'Literature? I fear Literature in English especially POETRY aspects of it'.
I was really taken aback for his reaction and fear for Literature In English. In fact, I was scared. This is because the person in my view was highly intelligent and did wonderfully well in his School Certificate Examination results with seven distinctions and two credits including FURTHER MATHEMATICS, Chemistry, Physics and Biology! I feel that if Literature in English should be hard and feared by my cousin, indeed the subject must be a stubborn and difficult one. Unknown to my tender mind that my cousin was just a good student of science related subjects not arts.
Upon resuming at the Teacher's College Ile-Ife in September 1982, I armed myself with the following three point agenda in order to arrest and conquer great Literature in English:
- I joined Literary and Debating Society
- I became active in Press Club
- Deliberately developing keen interest in Literature in English subject with deeper interest in Poetry.
Poets are like philosophers. They are aware of their present and are endowed in some ways to peep into the future. No wonder some writings of some past poets had became a gold of reality in today's world.
I love the world of poetry. I am equally fascinated by simple lines that are easy to read and understand especially for non- Literature friendlies like my cousin to enjoy.
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