In a garden fair, where blooms unfurl,
Stood she, a vision, grace in every swirl,
Her smile, a sunbeam in the morning's glow, Captured my heart, where love's rivers flow.
Together now, through life's uncertain course, Through joyous highs and tempests' fierce force,
Our love, a bastion, in every stance,
In trials faced, our hearts find true romance.
For life, a tapestry of trials and grace,
Yet hand in hand, we conquer every chase,
......
In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
......
I will pronounce your name, Mary,
I will declaim you, Mary!
Mary, your name is as mild as cinnamon, the Fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps.
Mary, your love is note fragrant than wine;
Fragrant is the scent of your perfume.
Your name alone is like perfume poured out.
Oh! Why wouldn't I pronounce your name?
How beautiful you are, my dearest, inamorata
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I am not a Lazy Youth
A posse of fallacy-inventors they are;
Making sugar-coated promises;
They are but tricksters and swindlers—political crooks!
We are governed by scoundrels and crooks,
......
Eight years have come and gone, yet my people still remain blind,
Many a year our leaders shower us with their sugarcoated tongues.
A zillion promises they make now and then, fulfilling none;
Enriching themselves while the poor masses remain indigent.
Poverty in our land has been catapulted, unemployment is now our most High;
A posse of inconsiderate oldies we have as rulers, a bunch of purposeless grandpas.
Need we die before our voices can be heard? Are we even living?
Now and then we pray things be better, but I guess all is but a colossal bummer.
......
My words to a nation, obscure and vague,
The genesis of our pain, the start of a plague.
Why do we live so mini behind the stage?
My country, my nation, my anguish and source of rage!
Musa Yar'Adua started Einstein's equation,
A formula adopted by Goodluck, another man of vision.
The land was tranquil until Amaka decided to boo Harry,
Albeit they tin my Ibu, I still remember the pains I carry!
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Rain on my parade
And you'll get Karma's raid,
Attempt thwarting my praise,
And be put below raise!
Be that jealous foe while I traverse,
And presently you'll meet that reverse!
In the resplendent halls of Methodist Girls' High, celestial stars are found,
Favour Okpe, my JSS 1 school daughter, shining as the radiant sun, profound.
Edimenere, with her relentless academic prowess, a luminous beacon of light,
Angel Lekiah, a resplendent superstar, a mirror of my childhood's delight.
Gift Eberechukwu in JSS 2, a stunning brainiac of supreme intellect,
Alongside Boma, whose brilliance ascends to the heavens, a paragon of respect.
With seventeen more, each one cherished and stupendous, a joy divine,
Their presence fills my heart with narratives sublime.
......
In hunger's grasp, I hobble and strain,
Like crutches, my stomach in pain.
Wheelchair dreams, where food does reign.
Through the fridge I lurch and swoop,
Craving snacks like a ravenous troop.
Wheelchair spins, in fridge I stoop.
Cupboards bare, I shuffle and creep,
Crutches clatter, in corners I peep.
......
In a garden fair, where blooms unfurl,
Stood she, a vision, grace in every swirl,
Her smile, a sunbeam in the morning's glow, Captured my heart, where love's rivers flow.
Together now, through life's uncertain course, Through joyous highs and tempests' fierce force,
Our love, a bastion, in every stance,
In trials faced, our hearts find true romance.
For life, a tapestry of trials and grace,
Yet hand in hand, we conquer every chase,
......