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 To the lady, Ifeoluwa To the lady with the sweetest smiles and brownie eyes This was never meant to be written It was meant to be words of love Passionately pouring into your bloodstream Traveling steadily down the planes of your nerves Flowing into every corners in your heart It was meant to take you and take you over To break your guards and open chapters of love in your heart To the lady with the sweetest voice and cutest pitch This was never meant to be a poem It was meant to sweep you off your feet and make your heart skip a beat It was meant to be torrents of emotional words Filling every space within your world Touching all the glittering spot of your sweet soul Bringing you into life of love where two hearts beat as one Luring you into a blissful world of ecstatic devoid of fantasy   To this lady with a soft soul and a fine feet This was never meant to be written in letters It was meant to be engraved withi...

President Buhari In my country, miracles do happen And our politicians as pastors do, Lay hands on the economy and her citizens And at once, lives don’t remain the same I have read dollars walk out of the banking hall Nobody knows where they all went None could predict the path they took Not even the cashier busy with pens and papers Not even the accountants balancing the sheets on PCs No police to trace their steps, no forensic expert to predict their path This is one big miracle, only in one nation on earth Things happen and I am not disturbed Now that change is here, we hope things changes Too much to settle, with balance not better on deficit PDP wears the blame; APC does not make much of a difference One became the arm of thieves, the other a den of liars (PDP wears the demon; APC is the serpentine devil in black Agbada) The devil is marveled at the two as the country battles in-between The defeated are defecting, some feared changed is...

If the clouds could gather all of her lovely strength this moment And shame the distant Rivers that deprive us a pool of water If the chilly air could softly dance across the roofs and panes And time would stop boasting of his speed when he walks If nature could open her doors of splendor and beauty tonight And every young man rejoices in the wife of his youth We’ll rekindle passion, we’ll restore inspiration We’ll rebuild ecstasy so true beyond the wildest dreams of Mortals Touch me my spouse with the wonderful hands of your love Let me come into you, for in you is a corridor to pleasure Sweet paradise, allow me into the treasures of your bodies Take me in, and let me walk like a king invited by his queen. If the sky would annoyingly be brave this moment And bar the stars and moon from resting on her bed If the rain could fall freely without holding an aorta of grudge And the wind blows cool to every tree and cities If all eyes could...