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SEX, 17-YR-OLDS AND THE DEVIL

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‪ Twist, turn, sweat Whisper, out of breath Tsunami follows fleshquake No for love, just pleasure sake A week ago I overheard my neighbor's 17 year old brother talking to his friend. They were discussing women. His aunt was out, as was almost everyone else in the compound which housed about 20 apartments. On a normal day, I would have been in the office, or at least on my way. I think he must have assumed I was out. Well, I heard this lat telling him of his love dilemma: two 'babes' of his turned out to be friends. The girls had somehow found out he was dating both of them at the same time and there was trouble. He boasted of not being concerned;  "I have already been there..." Now, what really baffled me was the confidence with which he described the girls, down to their genitalia. His friend had a good laugh as he described them, even areolars, stretchmarks in ungodly places and nipples. Ah! I was surprised and teleported back 12 years, when I wa

I AM ONE OF NIGERIA'S PROBLEMS (and so are you).

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‪ All point fingers And spit sour blames... Our problems will linger Until we end blame games Like many of you, I have often complained about the leadership of Nigeria, blaming one person or the other... Perhaps it may  be justified. After all, we have not help any position of authority, never looted not subverted policies. But I say today: Shame on me! Shame on you!Shame on all of us nagging, jobless niggers, bitching bitches, and the many more like us yet to come! Why? See, there was an election in the early 90s (I really can say the year...not MKO sha), I was a young chap, still chasing masquerades on the streets of the great city of my birth, Ile-Ife. Somehow, something went awry during the polls and my neighbor's son paid the ultimate price...he was shot dead. This dude was the most amiable fellow you'd ever meet (he had Downs Syndrome). Then, getting shot dead (or even dying at all) was a big deal, not like now that we bomb and slaughter and shoot hundred

LOVE?...forget that thing!

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LOVE?...forget that thing!  We don rotten! Love 'was' in our hearts We killed her in lust Now, we're harts: Lost! Growing up, in the late 80s and early 90s, I used to have this idea of moral correctness that was not based on religious necessities...just the natural idea that this or that was wrong or right... Love...it was the purest of ideas, as we learnt then. Lust, came from the devil. You don't look at a girl if she somehow managed to open her panties by sitting 'unwomanly'. It was a taboo. Just look away. Yes, we were that well brought up. Girlfriends..hmmm. My first girlfriend was practically dumped in my laps by my Government teacher...I was almost 16...women (girls) flocked around my tiny frame...but the nurtured innocence in me wouldn't let me take advantage.. I loved Grace (that was her name) so much...but I never could hold her hands all through our one year romance before pupsy uprooted me again en route Zaria. Now, you have sex before

BIBLE-TOTING MONKEYS

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Ananias and Sapphira died A shameful death, because they lied: Wanted to help further the Gospel But conspired to lie in the Temple- Seeking to be among the selfless Sold their land, ended up lifeless!) That was the time of Church-family Not this time of alms-seeking homily Now, Reverend's words become fingers Goes into pockets and there lingers 'Amen!' His belly is bloated, bank full But pocket-owners turn paupered fools! Today, church knows not its members Pastor forget names (tithe he remembers!) Go in a beggar, you'll get beggared Go in haggard, you'll exit tattered Go in a sinner, out a canonized Devil Ah, how came about this great evil!? See; Pastor taxes his congregation He builds great colleges in the nation With fees members can never afford! Pastor flies jets, member walks Leg-Accord! ...But Jesus walked afoot, borrowed donkey! Who taught these Bible-totting monkeys?

LET ME DIE FOR MEN TO LIVE

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Not long ago I was a drifting cloud Useless...(of what could I be proud) I decided to fall to earth as rain And help men grow their grain Falling is the end of my cloudiness But nothing beats this usefulness I'll die for them that need my blood Than live useless, to men and to God

RAPE IS LEGAL, ASK YERIMA

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Don't call me a rapist Dare not call me beast! For this common crime Is very legal in this clime Don't chain my wrists Relax, use not your fists For many are out there still Penising laps against their will! Ask Tambuwal and Mark The truth remains naked, stark They patted Yarima on the head An unripe hymen bleeds on his bed! Why chain me then Since your mother hen Kills her own chicks at will? I'm an eagle, let me too steal!

POETIVIST

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poetIVIST (poet+activist): noun,  a person that uses poetry to advocate change in society I am a poetivist Pen wielding activist I bleed they fall That once stood tall My pen is a broom I'll clean up this room My ink is water I'll wash off foul matter I am a poetivist Pen wielding activist!

NOT BEFORE THE FLASHBULB CREW (for Madiba Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela on his birthday)

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Madiba , my eyes remain dry, my lips yet un-tense Yes, I have not shed a tear (I hope that makes sense) Since the many lips started wagging in anticipation Eyes shedding false tears, mine I held in constipation. Should I have wept that the iroko shook in a breeze? My tears should not for that seek undue release Yes, the mighty iroko that ruled the forest for decades Deserves a gentle shake... and rest under oak shades. The kernel of Africa inside me knew. Yes, I knew Madiba  would not bow out before the flashbulb crew Vultures worshiping the gods of the color screens Hungry hawks with inky claws, awaiting wailing sirens! Madiba , cut your cake...the vultures C an N ot N egate Yes, pour wine - B ored B leeding C ameras can wait We, your children, will dance to the song of your voice Let the other ones fondle the breasts of their toys! Happy Birthday Madiba!

ERECT YOUR CONSCIENCE, NOT YOUR PENIS (#ChildNotBride!)

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C lose your ears and eyes, H ear your conscience speak I nside your tainted heart. L isten, you'll hear her cries. D oesn't it make you sick? N o! Tender laps, you should not part! O pen your eyes, she is but a child, T rapped under your hairy chest! B e a father not just a man! R aped, beguiled and defiled! I ndentured slave without a breast! D oomed to womanhood before childhood began! E rect your conscience not your penis! How can the Senator, in his folly, stomp on the Nigerian constitution and engineer the murder of a part of our constitution that will liberate our young girls from the shackles of early marriage and misguided parental oppression ( slavery! ). Little girls that are yet to reach the age of 18 should not be forced under the guise of religion to become the sex slaves of shameless old men or immature libido confused penises in the name of marriage. Women, like men, and girls by extension should be allowed to exercise their freedo

CAGE THAT BEAST!

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In anger fit he lost his head Killed the one he called wife So now, she's dead, very dead He'll soon be free to live his life! Put that wife killer in a cage Before I pick up a stave And in the storm of my rage Create in his head a cave

DON'T CAGE ME WITH A NAME

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When a 'good name' becomes a cage And revered ancestry turn shackles Folly is spat by the labelled sage Earning him mocking cackles Whoever feels I'm tainted should wash his hands after touching me because I'm not taking a shower! ~ Kukogho Iruesiri Samson The day I earn a revered status that sews a zip on my  lips, that day, I should return my breath and give back my clay to Mother Earth. Many lived in the cages of created images that they cannot live by and become prisoner of their own successes. As for me, I hate cages. More importantly, I hate cages built by myself. I will keep living as me, don't give me a name I don't deserve because I will disappoint you someday soon.

YOU DISAPPOINT ME, DADDY SOYINKA!

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I'm not a supporter of Jonathan Nor appreciate his Patient Dame But I cooked Soyinka's words in pan... And the outcome muddied his great name

IT TAKES TWO

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He can't be a fulfilled man if he lives with a nagging wife She can't be a happy woman if an abusive man rules her life The joy of one is by the other born!

WIFE, HUSBAND

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Respect is not earned with flying fists Love is never won by scalding tongue You are the wife don’t brew strife You are the husband dont be a firebrand Wife, husband Lovers, friends Partner, helper Let Love Live Long

9JA YOUTHS ARE GREAT, CAN BE GREATER, SHOULD BE THE GREATEST!!!

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When people whine about the Nigerian government being non responsive to the needs of her people and they shout, complain, curse and lay blames  (me sef dey do am o!) , I really feel sad... Sad because: 1. They are saying the truth about the irresponsible government. 2. They refuse to do something with the little they have. Now, some people will think I am saying this because I fall amongst the 'privileged' ones. But I tell you, if you read my story, you'd weep for me. But I chose to do something with what little fate gave me and I have done a few good thing. (Even if you dont say so.) Please check out VerseUp  and WRRPoetry . But this is not about me, it is about the many young lads and lasses that have chosen to make a difference with the little they can glean from society.  While others are busy hacking and cloning Facebook accounts to further their dubious desires, stoking ethnic and religious fires, writing pointless posts about how the governmen