A hooker gets a call from her boy; “Hey lover,”
A man is thinking of cheating; he’s married to a banker
That’s the next thing, right? He’s had enough of anger,
Making a rope out of his own sins to hang her
Pushed my girl so far if she cheats, it won’t be cheating;
My neighbor loves his wife, but can’t stop the beating
Casualties of war; who’s to stop us bleeding?
Didn’t you buy the goat? Why complain about the bleating?
He just wants to get married man, fuck waiting,
All of his age-mates have done it na; haba wetin?!
Met a simple girl who just wanted the same thing;
Look at them now, omo love is a strange thing!
That’s how I cornered Moji, at the area block party,
Dancing, bumping grinding, I swear, that girl nasty,
I’m all well-meaning, so I followed her home,
In my last moments, I’m still thinking she likes me!
Bolarinwa is cheating on his wife with his daughter,
No need to hide; his wife is doing the pastor,
Someone will soon say the devil is doing the pastor
I guess Lucifer teaches doggystyle; Pastor, ride on!
My sins; I’m paraphrasing, my life; I choose to write on,
Deep like a forest path, walking with snakes and pythons,
No one to trust – it’s my fault? Okay! Right on!
Cast the first stone if you will – just choose the right one
Something crazy this way comes.
I couldn’t make up my mind whether to post a review of Dawn of Justice – or post something that missed my This Ain’t Poetry release.
In case you missed it; download This Ain’t Poetry here!
But I Love You
I know that doesn’t change anything
Doesn’t change the bullshit I did
Doesn’t erase the crap I put you through
But I love you; I do
Even my Twitter knows
I don’t know if you notice,
But I’m not on Twitter much
And when I am,
I try to flirt with some of the other girls
Like magic; your handle pops up
I can’t go on
I just log out
Sometimes I want to scream and shout
The memories are stalking me, I’m asking how
Can I just delete that last thoughtless tweet?
But I love you; I do
Even my Facebook knows
Now, Facebook I do more of;
Because I’m with people I know much of
So we banter, argue, talk, discuss
And as it is with Twitter your face comes up
Doesn’t help that we share plenty friends
Not to mention how they keep tagging us with their pens
Their poems, stories and stuff like that
A couple even add us to groups; my bad!
But wait – should I have unfriended you
Acted like you’re some stranger I never knew?
Gone around my business like nothing happened?
Make you disappear in the haze of some spliff?
Make it look like it was my choice we split?
Vodka to the brim; several stiff drinks
Plus several lips can’t erase the memory of one kiss
And I love you; I do
Even my Smartphone knows
Like the way you hypnotized my friends and family
Even my phone treats me like I’m the enemy
It saved all your texts in a backed-up back up memory
It did that before I could delete any
When I call a girl; the network stops
I blamed MTN; I thought my credit was bust
Then I realized; female calls don’t come thru
The only one I can call is you
I don’t see texts from other girls
Innocent or not, bloody phone doesn’t care!
But how can I explain the choice you made?
To leave me – to leave us; a chorus with no refrain?
Still I love you. I do
Even YouTube knows
Saw a video of you at some seminar
Even better than that; you were the guest speaker!
So I watched, watched and watched again
Like I’m enjoying the pain of feeling crushed; again
But the thing is –
The thing is, since then I cannot use YouTube
On ANY system; from Lagos to Accra too;
When I open the page; this is kinda freaky
That video comes up; believe me
I’m watching something else; it’s in the corner waiting
And because of your face I cannot resist clicking
Coincidence I thought; science can explain everything
Till the same thing happened on a friend’s Smartphone in Britain
I do love you; I do
The thing is; do you?
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So far I’ve released two ‘singles’ from the forthcoming ‘lyric’ compilation This Ain’t Poetry.
In case you missed them, here they are again:
Below is the first – a sample stanza from the verse Ballad of a Yoruba Demon;
I apologize if you have issues reading.
And here is the second; I Dream Of Hue…
I was in love when I wrote that one.
Anyways – This Ain’t Poetry will be dropping on the 22nd of March 2016 – a day after the International World Poetry Day.
Thank you for dropping by – make it a date on the 22nd!
God bless you.
I just really want to appreciate everyone riding with me; from day one or from a few minutes ago. I’m really blessed doing what I love to do for a living, and if not for God and you guys, nothing for me o.
So this is my next project; my first collection of verses curiously titled ‘This Ain’t Poetry’. It’s a labor of love; another thing I enjoy writing is ‘lyric’ but I don’t do it the way it usually is done – hence the title.
Is that a plus or minus?
Here is the cover for the project – it will be released on the 22nd of March 2016; the day after The World Poetry Day.
I know right? Do share and anticipate!
Can I show you life; As I see it?
The world thru my eyes; In a minute?
Can I love you once more? I mean it…
I really mean it.
Motionless. Running helter skelter
Rocking a chair. Worried with no helper
Bent back bent back to work
Money making making slaves of us
But we made money to make money work for us
The rich too busy making work for the poor
The poor getting drunk seeking libation to pour
To pour to foreign gods too poor to buy their own drinks
Promising mercy but first part ways with your piece/peace
I’m at my window watching the rain and thunder strike
Suicide at the door begging to come inside