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This life is too simple to complicate matters. You have issues with someone? Work it out. Its not working out? Just move on my friend. I had a friend laidat, she can borrow things for Africa (lol). One day she borrowed a very little amount from me. I kept asking for refund weeks and months after. Babe was adamant. Later she changed to being aggressive. On top my money? Chai! Ayaf suffered. So one day, I went to her shop. Took goods that were worth almost the money she borrowed. Told her I'll transfer her money through e-banking. Me that's know I'll not do anything of such. Some hours later, babe started calling and texting. 'Seun, I've not receive alert o' 'Ha, its the network fa' I kept posting and posting her. That was how she reported me to another friend days later. I just told that one to tell her she should 'use the money she's owing me to do it' Babe vex block me o, on whatsapp, Facebook and instagram. She even refused t...

Deyemi Offspring of Adimeru Who took hero with his ethos When he walked with hefty luggage And sideways with the Omoge. You're the one who trailed way for heirloom But who do not burden for loads Like your pernicious father Adimeru Okunrin meta with enthusiasm. But you burden for several things Like the back-hills that harbored Asani But you burden for the smile of Adunni That you enticed well the cowries. Are you not an imprint? The imprint seen on Iragbiji Where you laid combo with your Raleigh And took Asake far with her beads. Adeyemi Osha! Who dare doubt you Deyemi? The one explicit this We stake it for its own peril Ajanaku 2017

How can we match along in the sea? Can I be identified among your mannered colours? Written in my palms are your routes, When the tide shines on your skin My mind is taken back to mother’s face. Can our friendship be explained to the moon? Even if your abode is salty to my tongue- Can I be free to keep in touch with you? You have robbed me of humanity love And gives me nature’s future tale. Are you the star in the ocean or the satellite? How possible can I swim with you without Being robbed of my sanity here? Does jungle justice exist in the oceans like here? Does your mother really care about your wellbeing? Do you also think about the future? When in trouble, how do you react? Calm or furious? Tell me dear jelly fish< I care to know more of you? Our lives hold together a thin cord which is fragile And thick but never can tell of its breakage When death emerge from our subconscious mind. © John Vincent Artistry For: Film Republic Pictures

When a love one is gone to abyss.. The heart searches of a companion in promises Hope gone to the needless tranquilities Beyond another mannered plague of guiltiness strives Another formal want of cuddle dances by in pain Home gone to the brevity of commonness Love seen far in an empty dreams and forgone books Liquor A sudden friend taken to the soul to kill This is where we call life a betrayal of destiny This is where we call white black just to be sane When the eyes drive from the unseen to the seen The empty barren of the mind fill all over the stake We become stream, stream of tunnel.. no pain felt We feel no more of the bite of the inching world We feel no more of the gladiator of the darkened earth One self becomes a misery of an unpured prey A ghetto home... A ghetto image of lost lovers. Bed of stone..house of symbols of like fate Look through the blank pages of your searching eyes... You would remember nothing of when you were...

We are the empty men of the street, a cup which water fail to grace; the sky shies away from us at dawn then, the sun welcomes us harshly at noon. We are the window of pain and struggle dinning from cozy drainage and frozen atmosphere. When you see us smile, another uncertainty is created, this street has known us and we are part of the street like the palms of our hands and our imaginations; like the elephant, we give pains to the ground and the ground mock us like the little Ant at dusk. No one cares of the thunder that sends fears in us, no one cares of the rain that threatens us. This dying thought created terror and empathy, They said we have step to every beat Yet, they take our deeds to the fire for judgement We speak to break this and all To tell of our sorrow to the world Let them know what the politicians has caused us The land they made unbearable Through this broken silence of thought. . . . Yours Poetically, © John Chizoba Vincent

When CNN opened on a breaking news on a dark street in Libya; About Nigerians chained to be sold as slaves. The television slide and roved over.... Their tears shattered and their blood spoke of pains on the blazing ground. The NewsCaster hid her face, the screen went on chaos, the remote ceased as their tears quaked the entire earth. From people' basket of wailing, my heart shrieked and three cities were built: graveyard, hell and death. This was the totality of manslaughter, a trade made by Africans against Africans. they made their souls like an old nest, torturing their brothers as if night and day are not the same to a blind man. Another ship has capsized in my body and my eyes is yet to find fins. I have to die for these men! I will hold down Libya for this blood! I will decorate their cities with skulls and cracking cackling ghosts. I will spread black demons on their grounded farmland. I will break the bones of your infants, Make their youths desolate t...

London has built another special hospital! Made for all Nigerian Presidents and Nobles, and future Aristocrats who will fight corruption; Since we die not in this country anymore we rather stay behind to rule as ancestors of tomorrow waiting to extort the treasured gin of the masses. You preacher of change spare us this ear breaking tale Our eardrums are not at home You went to London yesterday for treatment today We cried with empty stomach you came back with no voice for your people, Tomorrow, you will kill another dream of dregs of the society and the masses would praise you as the Messiah of honesty. You promised us one good meal a day, many children are eating thrice in the school! You promised us another light from the sky, but we saw a flammable one from the sun! You promised us one naira to one dollar, our Naira is now greater than Dollar itself! You promised us our sisters in one month, but, we only saw them in your words. Mother stipend taken to the northern...