I THINK I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU

  CONTINUED FROM LAST EPISODE Mr john: yes, we are talking about you. I’m talking about you. To be specific, everything is all about you. The problem with you is that you think about yourself, you dont think about others, you dont think about what people think, you dont think about our emotions, Simi:“our emotions” She stood up, she was totally dumbfounded Somehow Mr john contenance changed Mr john: I’m sorry, please dont hurt yourself Simi: are you trying to take advantage of my brief illness, is it because i’m a woman? Mr john: yes, its because you are a …

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prisoners

We live in a mansion of illusion We are prisoners of fear Ravaged by the fear of unknown Barricade by the abject poverty Subdue by the religious society Champions of blind unity Bathed in an aqua of faith We became victims of fate Clouded by the floating sea We were beaten by the murderous rain Striken by the fear Clothed in our delusion   Journey of a mental slave We tilt our tent Under the shade of our oppresors Oppression is our linguafranca We are loyal preys We worship our predators We are in chains We are dissolved in mental …

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GOVERNOR AJIMOBI: THE CONSTITUTED MAFIA

I’m about to take you on a journey, a place where mafias become designated constituted authority. As a butcher of words, I’m going to put this on a slaughter slab. Most mafias are simply dogs who became lion in the presence of weak and dis united populace. Governor understood he has to create fear to rule, he weaponise the human fear. To stamp his foot of power on a cold environment, he spread fear through the mind of the populace. He introduces the so called operation burst. They were the perfect guards, bursting all the crimes, silencing thugs and miscreants. …

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I’VE FORGOTTEN THE PAST

I’VE FORGOTTEN THE PAST         The part where you are the reason for my weakness I’ve forgotten the thrills that comes With loving you The clouds that come with your rain of affection The pains that comes with a heart, That bleed for your attention. The anxiety that fuel my disorientation. I’ve forgotten the past The sorrows that comes with your ignorance The regrets that comes with my decision I’ve forgotten the past The hotness of the desert The honesty in my messages The attitude that comes with loving you I’ve forgotten the past The spirituality in …

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I’m in love with your ugliness

I can see the struggle, behind the hustle. I can hear your cries, The melody of your pains, The echo in your anger, The reverbation in your actions, The odor it emanates.   I know you feed on attention, the fuel behind the drama. You are the weakest, yet the strongest. I see the reflections, Of your actions. The beauty in your inactions, the energy currency of your drama. Your attitude stank, Yet the odor is refreshing. My heart beat, for your actions. They are annoying, Yet inviting. I’m interested in your case, I love the taste of your actions. …

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would you?

  You may see beyond, the image you fall in love with. I may not be appealing to you, like the angel, that make your heart flutters. I may not be the prince, that ride on the white horse, With a shinning armour . When i become weak, And the road become darker, than the destination. When my opulence, degrade to penury. When the perfect curves, Diminished. And my face wrinkles With the beauting fading away Would you still love me till the end?  

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A pen in my hand

  A pen in my hand, with ink fuel by pains, and a bleeding heart. Inspired by a beautiful soul.     I write; for the peace, and the sanity in an insane world. For the ones born in the wrong generation For victims of domestic violence For the sacrificial lambs For victims of gender inequality For the damaged souls. for the sexualised girl child, and the pains of womanhood. For the victims of emotions For the wolves Fighting in the heart of a man             In the name of the beautiful serenes That give …

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PORTRAIT

  “The darkest of all time, Illuinate the brightest of all light.” “On the hardest of all soil, Bear the wildest of all plant.” “Within the arid nature, The cactus will erupt.” “The coldest of nature,” Bear the arctic willow.   Toughest times, eduate the mind of a poet. fashioned by cultural oppression. Embracing literacy, in a foreign tongue. Mentored by a wanderer, tutored by a sage.   Like a thief in the night. The evil in the breast of men, forged into a war.   Names became forgotten, Numb his soul, discarded in a spot. Left alone, in a …

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I’ve lost the taste of love

    With a heavy heart, and a disturbed mind. Caged in an unbearable pain. I’ve lost the taste of love A pen in my hand, flowing with rivers of ink. Thesis of power victims, Barricade by flames of extremism, Sacrificing the honor of a girl child, Raping her independence, With unsittable fragility, Categorise by media whore, Masquerade in a failed system, Insidious cancer, Channelled by power driven monsters.   My eyes are pregnant with tears, Pains dipped in passion, Sadness darken my soul, Sacrificing womanhood, In the name of power. Fuel by greed,that, Imprison the heart of man.   …

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beauty of the soul

The passion that lingers, in the heart of a man. Is the beauty of the soul. Ravaging through the depth of his soul. dictating his thoughts, clouding his emotions, flowering thought process, barred in an emotional gitmo. Heart dipped, in emotional saline. Bathed in feelings, that flutters the valve. Racing the heart, to hormonal asphyxiation. Lord of chivalry, Passionate warlord, . Empowering the mind of a simpleton, creating wishful desires, unfettered determinations, beautiful fantasies, expressions beyond imaginations, A beauty to behold  

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IN THE NAMEOF THAT CHILD; I WRITE,

  I write to you, With the strength of my soul, and the peace of my mind.   Be the rock you seek. Conquer your fears, In the name of that child; i write, Whose mother is terrifying, than night terrors. In the name of that child; i write, For the victim of sexual abuse.   In the name of that woman; iwrite, for the victims of domest violence.     In the name of that child; i write, for the victim of expired education In the name of that child; i write, To the unloved and the forgotten ones. …

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VICTIMS OF HELL

  Cursed by faith Imprison by destiny Raped by life Isolated by hatred Product of a broken home The forgotten ones Home of terror Violence the linguafranca Driven by hormones Inherited torture masturbated domestic violence sad and dejected   aloneliness became their passion loneliness their perfect drug objectîfying humanity Handsome violence A case of a pretty leprosy Society rejects     Presented in various tags Walking the path intelligent mysogynist radical feminist The perfect misanthrope Beautiful paranoia Emotional hyperactivity Isolated mental disorders Calculated rage Victims of Hell

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