Lovely death marks the ending of all the
Beginning of things irrespective of
Human hierarchies and achievements. As the belly of
The dust never full or have constipation,
The land of peace, unity, freedom and justice
Loving one another with great transparency.
A continent of racist-free populace
Of black ancestry with norms that are prissy.
Days had gone into nights and nights had gone into days
And everyday gone count one thousand days in my life.
While weeks had gone into months and months into years, still no sign of you.
For the days are outnumbered that my mathematical prowess can't calculate.
Today you are plus one with a new life
And may you toil the actualization
Of your dreams because the future belongs
To those who believes in the beauty of
Dear African Leaders,
I am writing this letter as a speaker for the plebeians
From whom governments are formed
Through their patriotism to the ballot boxes
The world takes a u-turn by becoming unbecoming
And society becomes vulnerable to the greed of men
With lost of culture and search for unending savagery.
Clans no longer act as one because of followers of
Life is full of realities that remain unchanged
Especially when we are myopic with the effect of it changes.
The imperfection in humanity is the mother of our mistakes and errors
Even when we try to shape ourselves into acceptable beings,
Tick tock! the sound of the clock alarms for the 21st century
With long hand pointing to poverty's new route of journey
And short hand showing the life expectancy of untimely death
With development as a bell ringer ringing the late bell of economic building
I have never being thinking that
A day like this will soon come
When i will be miles away from you,
Women are the most insatiable beings on earth
Who want the whole world centred around them always.
To fall in love with a woman really means
To awake from slumbers of unconsciousness