BLACK COLLUSION

They say black is beautiful

Yet they mock her

They say, see that monkey

Yet we are to believe in ourselves

They say we are the future

Yet they are eating away the present

They say so black so beautiful

Yet they don't show us love

They say "oh why is she changing her pigment?"

Yet they never saw her before

They say she doesn't have confidence

Yet they never praised her

They themselves are black

Yet they never see the beauty in it

Why should we?

MY JOURNEY ACROSS THE NIGER

The landscape might escape you

If you concentrate on the gallops

But the beauty is unmistakable,

The people so foreign

Their smiles protected

The beauty is obvious in itself

But their suffering

Is worn on them like a medal.

Many of them have known

No other life.

So they know nothing about

Suffering and smiling

Just suffering and living

Most of us the visitors are so

Oblivious of their livelihood.

Here the true meaning of humanity shows

Because here,

It is humanity that is so humane,

It is

At its most natural state,

Everything here you appreciate a little more,

The realness is almost impossible.

To my friends across the Niger

That accepted a fat boy from the West.

I say daalu.

( MY DAYS IN UMUNYA CAMP series episode 1 ) A Smile With A Stranger

A smile with a stranger,
It was not so strange

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But it was so sincere,
The beauty that we could share
Under the blistering sun
In the land of the shining light.
My stranger
I don't long to know you
But that smile you shared with me

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I will forever cherish,
It wasn't your beauty
But it was the brotherhood in it.
The love you shared
When the stress was high
My stranger across the Niger
I love you
Even though I don't know you.

MUSIC

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SMILE

Playing out there in the sun
Lets take a little time to celebrate
The grass may not be greener
But its green
The tea is hot
So is the pot
In fact we should really laugh
Cos its not so easy
But we are still here breezing in
And out daily
So I say take a selfie
Don't be selfish
Add a friend or two
Find time in no time to hang out
Be grateful to whoever you serve
Be honest to whatever you believe in
Who knows,
You might never make it
But I know you could to be happy
Cos we all
Won't make it out alive!

THE CITY

A young boy in a big City.
He came with his dreams
But we all have dreams
He never knew what the sea tastes like
The city has no manual
But he was a dreamer
With the skill set of a labourer.
Big dreams ,big heart
No money , just believe.
Before he knew it
He was swimming with the sharks
Even though he had never been in a river
But he was a survivor
So he took the lungs of the weak
And made a boat out of it
His smile went away
And came back cold
He learnt the rules of the big city
Then he made his own rules
And broke bones.
Best believe he made it in the big city
He was the big boss
He fired the top shots
He was feared and revered
But he lost his soul
He gained the world
And boy, was the profit flying in!
He had money ,he had style
And most of all he had power.
But then the city became small
Because a city is only big
When you don't own it,
The boy from the town
Became the centre of the city.
And that was the fire that consumed him!

PURITY!

Letting it out hurts 

The hurt I can't explain, 

 The pain is real, 

The blood is a cloth. 

The history of the story, 

Is a story itself, 

So lets go little by little into the dark. 

A black heart doesn't mean 

There isn't love in it. 

A snick peek won't capture this moment 

A heart is crying 

The tears are in blood 

The eyes can't understand that 

Only if it has Ebola 

À wá gbe ebo tó ka ìgún la yá 

But see am not a liar. 

The plot thickens 

I find words 

But after seeing them 

I realised, I have to thank Allah for life. 

Cos no matter where life takes me 

I always meet gold 

And I have never believed in black diamonds 

They are too sleazy. 

A tribute to those I love 

The ones who have loved me and still do 

I say thank you. 

But my SELF love is still not enough 

So to myself, I say sorry 

If you are not me  

You will not understand this 

But I would like to share, 

But the size is too heavy, 

The weight of my thought that is, 

I will look back now 

And see a heart has been dropped here, 

The love the heart has given, taken and shared 

Has kept it in use. 

This not a poem, story nor song. 

Its the words I whisper that you never hear. 

Tho I think my heart will heal 

But until then I will keep loving you, you and you. 

                          P.S from the heart of a fool