Some are like melons
Others like pawpaw
A few like oranges
And many like fried eggs
Big and firm like B‟ball
Then flat like Charley Wotey
No matter your size
Remember, you must check it
Examine with your fingers
Then move to the armpit
Look out for a lump
If it‟s there, see a Doc
Men, help your ladies
Don‟t just be a big baby
If she has a lump
No more milk for you!!!
#BreastCancerAwarenessMonth
The ideal persons of our time
Sometimes smooth and sweet and at times as sour as a lime
They stand so caring and generous among the rest
And teaching and child development, I bet they are the best
Their care, smiles and patience is the least virtue of their fame
And for the wildest student do they easily tame
That’s why we sing of their glorious name
“#Facilitators # Lecturers”
the stars drawn across our pictures
They are simple, friendly and very discipline in nature
With their same success story
Do they foretell and assures us not to worry
For their instructions and stern corrections
Are meant to instill in us perfection
They’re meant to prepare us for the future dreams
Yet they insist that our future is now and not later
And no matter your confusion on a subject their jolly and comics will catapult you to understand beyond measure
God bless all facilitators and lecturers
To the school they are a great treasure
To every graduated class our manager and destiny helper
To me ; they are worth my mentor, counselor, preacher and admirer
And if you can read and write then I guess you should consider them your lover
Oh yes indeed! I’m in love with teachers 😘😇
So to our dear teachers I say a very big thank you and God richly bless you
Posted by DaCosta de Poet😍
Are you a comforter?
Or an Armageddon of the bed?
You forced sunshine into the night,
Your exploits echoed fear and joy
Into the annals of the born and unborn
You break human walls
In a vulnerable community,
welded by race and ethnocentrism.
I met you first in a car–
A lonely destination,
And you showed so much compassion.
You overlooked my dark colour,
Something you watched with your own eyes
Yet you accepted me wholeheartedly
Crushed long-held family conventions,
Built traditions that mend pots
engravings sharper than a razor blade
to give this beautiful life
that the first poem I wrote
echoed you.
Adom Nsuo, the epitome of God’s grace
This grand rain of grace drains from the throne of grace
And it’s encounter lightens up your face
And when the rain of grace is with you in every race
Being successful becomes an assured phrase
Whilst failure becomes just a mere phase
The grace lifts man to a highly honoured place.
To the weak and abandoned, it tightens you back like the shoe lace
Arrows being shot at night is your back case
For His grace provides wisdom to solve your case
And make provisions to maintain your steps without disgrace
It cleanses our sins without leaving any trace
Yes, Adom Nsuo! the rain of grace is falling in your heart, it’s rightful place.
Drink of it in faith and be in God’s desired place.
THE STORY THAT BEGOT THE GLORY
We lived in harmony until they sailed through the Niger.
Like saints, they transgressed with intent to devour.
Without hostility but hospitality we shared.
Unknown to the dove that it’s nest has been infested by soldier ants.
Our hearts were pure and free of pant
like that of a newly birthed infant.
In them we could see brothers,
Brothers from across the borders.
Through the Niger, they came sailing.
But like lions in sheep clothing.
Known in faces with intents in masks.
They came encapsulated with a task.
We’ve brought you treasures, they made us believe.
Little did we know they came to devour our treasures.
Our mothers they turned servants,
Our fathers drudged with no iota of humanity.
The mayhem continued to spread like a wild fire.
We toiled, we bled and we groaned in pains.
Under the harsh sun and the frenzy atmosphere we were striked like animals.
Until the cock croaked and the bells rang.
Amazonians we had as lass.
Warriors we had as lads, In that dogged spirit, our heroes past stood bold like an eagle.
Fought daringly.
To create a new world.
A new world of Liberation.
A world stuffed with light.
Light that shines on the faces of the nation.
That has brought unceasing smile to the hearts of the nation.
I speak of a land that was mathematically calculated,
Geographically sighted
And agriculturally vested.
I speak of that has been naturally endowed with the gift of nature.
I speak of that black land with black men who in their pure heart, has made the country proud.
We cried and toyed in sorrow
But cried no more when men from different region come to a legion to fight for the nation.
My mother land was free from doom.
Independence came and we got freedom.
Happy independence to my mother land.
By: MC Proph Opeyemi
Oguche Samuel
Okafor Linda
Walter Peter’s
#Together@60
#FromDoomToFteedom
#HappyIndependenceDayNigeria
Once a bright star and a beloved
Now you are nowhere to be discovered
Like a dim moon
Or an ended toon
It was a great show anyway
Waking up everyday beside someone you know I say
A perfect picture
Now with a terrific nature
Horrific to look at
For the bright lights are now gone out
Leaving the atmosphere stygian
With invisible shadows
Stealing the ecstasy of the libertarian
Who now resides in hollows
Struggling to be apparent in the spotlight
With every possible might
Despondently, your return cannot be anticipated
Till our lives become terminated
For situations at times
Present us with limes
But if you can make the bitter sweet
Then the sweetness will always retweet
All hopes can fall out
All lights may dim out
But look further in the tunnel that is darkened
For there’s actually a light at the very end that is well brightened
Dim light you may be now but brighter is your end.
I remember
when I was a toddler
How I loved music
And danced with my whole physique
I then hit adolescence
With all my innocence
I played ampe
Till my calf became Kankpe
My Teen ages
Were like grilled sausages
With burnt portions
Erred like unsuccessful abortions
Then I hit the road of adulthood
That was when I respected parenthood
Nostalgic memories
Pouring out from the arteries
Like dead batteries
Being revived like pen in dairies
©️D’WORSHIPPA
Together forever is the theme
Of bonding us together to the end and extreme
To overthrow and rule our dream
Of staying together to the brim as a team
So forever with a solid foundation of love, respect and trust
Our friendship was a galvanized one that will have never rusted
Yet you bruised our fantastic love fantasy in pain
When you left me in my struggle and shame
In the quest for someone to offer comfort, wealth and fame
But as moments leave stains on our memories
So will our dark caves always recall such amazing stories
Stay tuned to the good old days
The whispers of love was so deep I say
And together forever should we have stayed
Not for you to yonder your youthful beauty away
Just to wonder your paths across my now smooth way again
And now preaching of repentance after going astray
Forgetting your pledge was blown away from it’s feet
When it was meant to last forever and not just some few weeks
But at least I learnt never to put all trust in man, Not that they may deliberately disappoint
But rather situations sometimes cause them to unintentionally disappoint at a point
Yet a pledge to stay together forever
Requires laying down your life to be raided for each other
Going through rough and smooth paths together
And upholding each other’s values and happiness in high esteem
That alone can assure your togetherness till death do you part when the time deems
So to let’s enjoy our solemn vow of being together for now
For it’s unfortunate we will someday still say goodbye as well
Since we will not live forever
But to my heart 💓 we ought to stay together forever
Published by DaCosta de Poet 😍
We’re in a world where
Fantasies are so much fancied
Making the Young folks believe in fallacies.
A world where many fake it to impress others with that delusive painted look.
We’re in a world where
Young lass enthusiastically
Free gift their dignity
both for Eagles, Kites and Hawks
To feast in return for material things.
We’re in a world where
The young lads are too quick to make the hay even when the sun is yet to shine,
To turn money Lords overnight
Is the only mantra on their lips
Installing negative deeds in their minds.
We’re in a world where
The teenagers burn midnight subscription to chat
Instead of midnight candles to read.
We’re in a world where
Decency is nonsense
And indecency is sensible
Where morality is vandalised
And immorality is now the order of the day.
By: Linda Okafor 🇳🇬
Zealous Poetess ✨
18/9/2020
Oh Lord why ?! Not again
I lament at such a sight, with much agony and pain
My anticipation in life did cover only winning more gains
Not seeing land being soiled always with blood like the June July rains
Our very dearest and best of brethren are daily being killed and getting lost.
Just in the name of peace and sovereignty, one has to pay the dear cost
Carrying out drastic orders just to protect others.
Killing our brothers just to secure our borders.
Why has there always been a sacrifice yet price to pay in essence.?
Just and just for another mankind’s livelihood and another’s existence.
But whose fault is it to blame.
Political hooligans toss us like a dice 🎲 game.
To secure power, wealth and ambitious aims.
Chiefs and opinion leaders not to even talk of our religious leaders , they all persecute us just for their fame.
Why can’t we all live as one people.?
Why do we take advantage of the feeble.?
Just wanted to let you know that peace is a priceless masterpiece that cannot be replaced by any piece.
So let’s drop the nuclear weapons, bombs and guns.
And prevent our human race from all this painful runs.
I am human and I plead for justice and peace
I plead for equal rights and opportunities in our domain to be at ease
Yes! Enough of the pain
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