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YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME (for Chijioke Amu-nnadi)

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so you think you know me just because I let you see my shadow nightly you sling my name seeking to stain its fame in your ‘i-know-him’ game! but how much can you know of a man from his shadow? have you seen me glow? my shadow nightly walks your street. you see it. now you think you know me

POVERTY OF WEALTH

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there is a something poor you have it and call it a nothing that same something rich folks crave it for them, its everything o! poverty of wealth!

SANUSI, HIS VIRGIN, AND THE ‘TEENAGE’ HUSTLERS

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i saw a grey-haired fool attacking teen-breasts like a bull in the backseat of his Honda Muscle i saw a teenage ‘hustler’ sucking a grey-haired plunger like starved slave sating her hunger i saw crispy Naira token... how, speedily, teen laps open suck! plunge! few words spoken now, Sanusi saw virgin bride and wedded her. He did not hide but teenage hustlers want to snide!

SANDPAPER

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i am sandpaper do not touch me for i hurt all i meet i am sandpaper do not run from me for i smoothen all i meet i am sandpaper i am rough, all of me i will heal you …if we meet

TEARS ON BROKEN GLASS

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if there is a problem deactivate your tears activate your phlegm nothing is fixed by tears if it can be fixed why cry if it can’t be fixed why cry can tears glue broken glass or straighten your bent brass? nothing can be fixed with tears!

WHEN MOSQUITOES DON’T SING

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people! do not rejoice when your mosquitoes turn their night noise to reverse-crescendos the rantings of the beast you should fear the least sis, when they don’t talk their syringes will suck filling up vampire bulk in bloody silence! yuck! in dark alleys of silence evil primes stalking lens bro, let mouthy folks blab be deaf eyes, blinded ears escape their slaughter slab! avoid their bloody spears! so, let those mosquitoes sing enjoy their cheer like a king!

IMPOSSIBLE

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I tasted death’s stew, M ade merry with his brew, P oured my blood as libation, O ffered my flesh without emotion, S poke with the souls of the undead, S oftly, till they fled, all filled with dread... I n the dark shallowness of my thoughts, B lood, my blood, is drunk in one-gulp tots, L et no one say its impossible… to taste death, E njoy its peace, yet draw in sweet mortal breath.

A STUDENT IS NOT IN SCHOOL TO ATTEND LECTURES AND WRITE EXAMS

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Why are you in school? This is a question many students find difficult to answer rightly, simply because they are stuck with the tradition idea of education – listen, write exams, get a degree and find a job. But that is a very limited idea of being a student. For such people, the full reason for being in school – at any level, is not realized until they are out of the academic environment. A student is not only in school to achieve an impressive degree, to attend lectures and write exams. You should not be like the typical student who sticks to the lecture halls and libraries, limiting his/her knowledge to materials related to a particular course of study. Such people treat social interactions, non-course related information/events, people, religious and social groups etc. as diversions and distractions. In reality however, the school – university, college of education, vocational school, polytechnic, etc exist to prepare a student for the life of an adult. It is