ifedayo oshin

1.
What will happen to change?
Will change change as all things?
Or will it develop immunity
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I have always known
That you are interested in me
And I would fall in love with you
That we would be together in this place at this time
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Look up to the sky
take a look at the boldness of the sun
behold the brightness of the stars
they hold no grudges
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In the dark
Beyond the reach of light
When the day is clothed in black cover
And color, height and size exit the stage
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We speak too much of so little
Like we truly know that much of so much
Yet there’s so much
We know so little about
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This is not a suicide note
yet not melancholic fate
I do not die
even so I look and lie
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NOT A SUICIDE NOTE
This is not a suicide note
Yet not a melancholic fate
I do not die
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Until the philosophy
That holds one up
And the other down
Is finally discredited
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From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos
To black Africa welcome, to the pearly continent
Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations
To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
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I arrived earlier in time
To witness the great work of creation
When from the dust emerged the first man
I saw the destruction of the Noah’s world
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Start her up with school
She’ll end up in tower and power

Give’em to teachers
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My eyes on a gorgeous goddess
transfixed, transfigured, I couldn't turn nor twist
by the chants and charm of her hairs and eyes
her eyes like emerald, brighter than Liberian diamonds
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the dawn burst thrust through
the belly of the night
wary by the abiding presence
of hosts of milkyway and the mighty moon
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Longest night it was
The morning refused to rise
Languidly, it wrapped itself in a dark cover
Morning dew were long overdue
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Deliberate late morning wake
sauntering lazily to the restroom
emptying my bowel of the residue of night before
while listening to Nimyel on Rhythm
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She is a woman
Cool calm and collected;
If placidly, she tugs and lags
Like a sheep behind every successful shepherd
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We walked, whispered under the watchful
Eyes of the moon and the stars
In desolate deserts, gardens, and streets
We were like the last surviving members
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I AM A SYCOPHANT
I love eye-service
A great deal of sycophancy
I am big on people-pleasing
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It's dawn
but the birds are still hanging on the trees
the moon's just leaving the scene
and the sun getting set to rise
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I have this feeling
That some things great are about to happen today
That this day is about to go down as one of my best days ever
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