JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

DARKEST NIGHT
The cold wind of the bitter dark night
Litters the way hustling in a brutal sound
How did I find myself in such a hole?
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A beautiful landscape crisscrossed
With fascinating bodies of water
Naturally beautiful and densely populated
From various lands we have come
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Ode to myself
From my African roots
Descendant of the great ogiso
Who conquered Africa to the west coast
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I am up even before the day wakes,
In this city that knows no sleep to perfect my stakes.
And all everyone sees in me is an upstart,
Not the real me; the struggling hustler likened to the ants.
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As courageous as the lion
Meticulous as the serpent
And innocent as the doves
Capped with great incisive talents,
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In a world where impossibility shadows reality
Dark clouds revolt against the day’s actuality.
An unsecured world governed and troubled by small minded people
Who refuse to see the bright steeple.
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A new dawn is dawning
Fill with much yawning
As the horizon meddles way ahead
Cloud of rains so rosy red
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Scrupulous struggle from birth
Has been mankind’s dearth.
Toiling with hot sweat that sweep the earth
In search of self worth,
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Your mystery is my curiosity
Who can tell what you hold
Silken, shining and crowded, yet so eventful
You hold the spell no one can break
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We labor with so much ado,
even when there is nothing much to do!
The fear of The cruelty of the night unknown
also triggers the hiccups daily known,
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I bore the pain for your conception
Labouring to strive for your completion
With yelling and wailing you finally arrived
Not without a fight for life
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I remembered the look in your eyes
That mind so blank that I could not read
What has made our love go so sour
I wondered all through the dead night
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As the gentle breeze touches the moon

Ushering it to sleep amidst the galaxy platoon
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It's the harmony of a royal parade
That resonates through the glade
The wind and trees tango in glorious bliss
While the blue skies and the blue ocean kiss
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Returning from the stream
tripping, my filled calabash fell and crashed into pieces
Within a twinkle of an eye, I became a shattered dream
I have gotten to the valley deep where life ceases
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I am a picture, not just a floppy paper that fades, but a memory
Not a fleeting moment of memory but a whole story
Not a transient midnight tales but your history
I am the then that determines the now and influences the hereafter
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The scent of the wildflowers
That fills my daily showers
The moon that rides my dark clouds
The reassuring voice on which my fears are shrouded
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You came in with promises
We believed our love was casted on stone
Until the shadows played the images
Revealing how satanic clever
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Just like the aroma from the African coffee
Flavors our mornings without much fee
You illuminated and saturated the air
And became my habitual flair
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From birth I have known your back
With love that no event could ransack
I have always felt you close like the air
As I rocked on the baby chair
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