THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW 

When colour abides and the other decides, 
When racism has gotten a place to reside, 
Though we have lost the spectra of colours to revive,
The day after tomorrow need to be paid for, to win the prize Continue reading THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW 

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The 21st generation (A good eyes with no insight) 

The chronicle of stupidity has unravelled itself, how can beggars have association and mad men are officially greeting themselves, who is deceiving who? The number of hooligans cannot be counted, I do not know their duties, they economise the truth, claiming they are government workers. The expressionless face of teachers magnified education tragedy. Teachers flared in anger that was never fully understood which lead to tragic discomfort just to maintain the glow of their honesty and innocent, yet the Government were swollen in silence. Continue reading The 21st generation (A good eyes with no insight) 

I’M EVERY WOMAN

The greatest joy is to wait for the time you will stay in front of every-one with pride, by lifting up your hands and taking another steps to romancing your beautiful perfected swollen belly and give  a golden glowing voice that (paused) ~I’M EVERY WOMAN~.  Continue reading I’M EVERY WOMAN

​IPAKO ELÉDÈ  {AFRICA HAIRSTYLE, PORTRAYING TRUE BEAUTY AND TRUE ESSENCE}.

Parading nature and Africanness as it is without a dye, 

IPAKO ELÉDÈ, gives feign forbidden expressioness, 

Like a quiet conviction unveiling the beauty of Africa manifest, 

If only you could see its pricelessness, you will never define its complexity,

Curled up at its end, like a lad in despair, 

Portraying innocence with  blends, to the face in full glare. Continue reading ​IPAKO ELÉDÈ  {AFRICA HAIRSTYLE, PORTRAYING TRUE BEAUTY AND TRUE ESSENCE}.

​ARE WE SAFE? {CASE STUDY ON CHILD ABUSE} 

Bald Uncle T she saw at a corner, 

Smiling at her with lollipops in his hand, 

He beckoned to her to come have one, 

‘Mum would not give me for nothing’ she thought.
Ran off to get one and continue her day, 

But no, he insisted she came to his stall, 

‘Everyone knows him’ she felt safe

‘Following him is like going to a friend’s’
What became of her she can not explain, 

Just she was undone, sweater to pants, 

Her eight-year-old papillae he had explored, 

And all through she felt nothing but pains. Continue reading ​ARE WE SAFE? {CASE STUDY ON CHILD ABUSE}