A little above 12am on that fateful day
The walk on the path of 12days freedom started
Social media was buzzing with freedom cry
Mouths of the youth were yawning one word, FREEDOM!!!
Voices of a whole youth of a Nation turned to ONE VOICE!
All they were clamouring for was FREEDOM!
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#sorosokegeneration
#EndSARSMemorial
#ENDSARSNOW
#endpoliceterrorism
#endpoverty
#BuhariMustGo
#BuhariHasFailed
#OneNigeria
Peace and Unity is a dream that hasn’t come through yet,
Pick up the stone and throw, if truly you love your neighbors as yourself
Middle fingers to ourselves if the good deeds we’ve done is for the optics
Beat your chest if indeed your outing on Sundays is to serve God and not to oppress.
Jumat service you hold so much dear to your heart,
Is it because you want to pray or you want to show the handiwork of your fashion designer?
Kudos to you Mr. Billionaire, hopefully your family members and your street are not suffering?
As we all know; a poor man is a poor man
But ask yourself if you are poor because you are poor, or because you are lazy?
(Don’t mind him he’s a ritualist)
This has become the anthem of all poor men when they sees a rich man
(He is too stingy and too pompous)
Obviously this is your praise and worship every minutes as a poor man
(Nah only him waka come?)
This is your topic with your family of gossipers
My country people never ceased to amaze me.
And the question still lingers on;
Are we better than those we judge?
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It is no more a new thing that;
Tribalism has become the order of the day,
Hypocrisy is the water we drink daily,
And Selfishness has become our daily bread.
Our leaders are bad, nobody can dispute that
Definitely all they know is their pockets, who can deny that fact?
Who else, if not their children, wives and immediate families that enjoy the said National cake
The country that was said to be flowing with milk and honey,
Then why is our birth mark enpoverisshen?
And this got me wondering if indeed our said Heroes actually fought a war.
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Like a metaphor of a waterfall; life is a coin
You ain’t believing in yourself, you are achieving nothing
Cos’ life itself is filled up with ironies
Cry a little to smile a lot, cos’ that simply defines life
Happiness and Sadness are of the same mother
Just like sandstorm and the desert
If you wanna enjoy the vitamin D of the desert
Then be ready for sandstorm of the desert
It’s not your choice being born in that lineage
Just like you waking up every day is not your choice
So why don’t you forget about it, and try to make a difference
Who knows maybe your existence in that lineage is to make things right
Maybe all you have to do is believe
©️NoblePen writes✍️
2021
It dawned on us like the first day of the year
In anyway not compared to the last day of the year
When we realized we can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear
Then we knew there was no safety anywhere
The whole planet earth crumbled at the sound from the drums of the virus
Celebrations, joyfulness, and endless parties had been carted away by the thief, named C-Virus.
Everywhere was so quiet, all we could hear was the humming of the faceless virus
I heard when such faults occurred in the past, all we had to do was to re-make the papyrus
But little did we know that our ignorance would cost us a lot from the hands of the C-Virus
I stand to be corrected had been corrected
I am tall in all my doings had been truncated to the nearest minimum
I am a man of my words had realized the words were never his
Who knew our leaders could be so humbled?
I was told to listen to the sound coming out from the drums of the C-virus
I was told it’s not a danceable sound, neither a happy sound
I was told it’s a call to glory to some, while to those of us alive,
It’s a sound to value, cherish every minute being alive,
And love one another as we deem fit.
©️NoblePen writes
2020
I dreamt of a day that I thought will never come to pass🤦♂️
A day, parents won’t trust themselves not to even trust their wards
A day children won’t trust their parents not to talk of friends
A day friends won’t trust their lovers not to talk of associates
A day associates won’t trust their clients not to talk of competitors
A day “lying would have become a normal way of life”
A day, we would have all been caught in the virtual world
A day we would have all been engrossed with digital lives
A day we would all have to lie,
A day we would all have to deceive,
A day we would all have to cheat
A day we would all have forgotten about the simple joy of living
And we would have devoted our entire existence to social media
A day “we would have nothing but still claim JUST DONE WITH A GIVEAWAY”
LIFE OF A DECEIT, I DREAMT OF
©Noble-Pen 2020
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