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1, Towards that rugged cross I daily crawl Sometimes with half dose of fears Sometimes with a bucket full of tears I persevere even though I am not alone With faith I climb that height of stone To see those long nails in his palms And the show of anguish in his eyes To behold that crown of thorns of his head To see that blood flowing to the ground Into his flesh those sharp irons went He shouted and screamed for the pains he felt At Calvary, there he bore all the pain There he washed all my sins away There he paid all without remains And yet he loves me more He called me a friend rather than a foe Unto that flesh wrought with intense pain I touched The body of Christ laid for my salvation Restitution made for my redemption And all he asked is, I believe in faith through his grace 2. Towards that altar where my life was purchased I walk out of that dirty spot; away from those evil slots To where he took my heavy cross of sins At Go

Tribute to Nigerians Who lived to fight But died at bullets sight For justice, for equity For change, for betterment Tribute to Nigerians Whose smiles suffer them And their cries are never heard Who suffers for daily bread While deep inside, they bleed Tribute to Nigerians Who wake up early to sleep late Hawking for bread, hustling in stress Working, but worked out Striving, but starved to death Tribute to Nigerians Who did not place religion above man But place man above religion Who are their brother’s keeper Who honours the difference in others Tribute to Nigerians Whose friends betrayed and colleagues dismayed In prisons and cell blocks for no offense Praying yet; yet prayed for their foes Men of valour, buried without honour Tribute to Nigerians Who saw political fraudsters and liars And were brave enough to stand their feet Not corrupt by lies, not swayed by bribes Who in t

I was there when Oludumare Sent Obatala on a journey to this planet I heard those echoes of words spoken And moved with the words of creation Obatala , dressed in supreme white Moulded and Oludumare blessed with breath My ancestors lived, but I existed I was a sparkle in the sword of Ogun The god of all metals All metals obeyed him with annealing fear And my ancestor worshipped in despair I was fire in the mouth of Sango , The god of thunder strike At the Alaafin , I watched as eyes sparked and flickered And Sango in an unfair mountain fury   Smote his antagonist I watched as god turned to mortal, Oba Koso. I was the distinct beauty of Oya god of rebirth; who in annoyance Turned the clayey land to a river Niger And Osun ; heart-broken dissolved to rivers of waters To heal, to revive and give woman, children Yemoja in blazing boastfulness Proved to be mother of waters Nurtured the best of waters fo

Memory tells of words Which we could not say words mixed with feelings, won't make you stay You have a life, One I could not fight we share the temperaments of love Those issues our tender hearts couldn't solve Time and time again, you'll be here Here in my heart, while you are there; far and away our journey ended where it began But our lives must continue, from where we severed Sometimes we meet people, sometimes people meet us it is not the same, the rule changes every time Sometimes we make our friends, Sometimes our friends make us it is never a game, it is never the same Time and time again You will be here Here in my heart While you are there Far and away No matter how brief the moments, they were the best of times with you Times money cannot buy Moments alone in our own carved world We both fumbled, yet our love did not crumble You were right, I was wrong You left the marks, i couldn't trace it You left the door opened I couldn

You were once the feelings of the dew The rivers of joy flowing inside The quench of thirst within The drop of rain on tender skin Now, you are the tears in my eyes You were once the beaming light The brilliant sun of the jealous sky The steady electron flow in my nerves The gleam of radiance all over me Now your light is out You were once the delight of music A colony of legible letters The perfection of a masterpiece The one word that makes a complete sense The noun that i always love to pronounce Now the word is missing You were once my very best friend The choicest that matters till the end My superstition, my dream, my reality Peace without a missing piece My completeness without frailty My survival, my revival, my immortal And Now your presence is gone

Come dance with me Omoge Sewa to rewa Allow me drown in the Power of your amulet Come close to my right Don’t hide your brilliance from my eyes Come close to my left Come feel the heart beats of my chest Let each step b e in sync with mine Steal each minute Far away from our sight The night is ours, Let us open the chapters of dance Let us guide our steps with its verses Let us invent a dancing style Come Omoge Sewa to rewa The one whose beauty Radiates in still darkness Whose ebony colour sends my brain ashore Come let us conquer the hours With sweeping steps and azonto grooves Dance close, dance lose Come Omoge Peperenpe Sweep the air beneath your feet Raise the dust under your sole Let your hips make a rhyming beat Allow your presence Omoge Sewa Take over my senses forever Let us murder a thousand songs Let us massacre a million beats Let us slaughter a billion dance styles Omoge Sewa let us flow as each song t

Not every rain is a blessing The flood, the erosion… hurricanes bring more pain Even to that eyes that was raped of its possessions The rain is bias in its selection. Keep your house in order for the rain has lost its sanity Not every knowledge is for consumption The books, the messages…the letters bring more confusion Even to those minds that seems to know   True knowledge is buried beyond the reach of mortals Guide your mind diligently, for knowledge seeks whom to devour Not every relationship is worth building The likes, the loves…the feelings that blind all reasoning Even the best of love is not meant to be perfect True love really breaks the heart but never cease to be true Bend your ears to your heart; love alone can’t sustain a relationship Not every religion leads to a true God The worship, the doctrine…the faith with misleading fate Even the best of them is open to critical debate Man to God, God to Man, Man in God, God in Ma