Each Day Is A New Phase!

Every day is a blank page in life 
Every day I choose to scribble a line, a word, a sentence
Every day I write down a verse, a page 
Sometimes I’m full of ideas
Sometimes I’m so ecstatic to write
Sometimes I feel weary and tired
Sometimes I scribble words of hope and faith
Sometimes I write about pains and life challenges
Sometimes I just wobble with words and rant along in my musings
Sometimes the words I pen down reflect my virtues and values
Sometimes I share quotes from famous people to motivate us all
Sometimes I write long epistles to share my thoughts
Sometimes I make it short and simple
Sometimes I write about people watching, my other passion
Sometimes I write poetry and prose-poems
Sometimes I write to motivate, to inspire, to educate
Sometimes I post just photos I capture about Nature
Sometimes I only read others to learn new things
But one thing is certain
Every day I wake up
Each day I see the sunrise
I never fail to leave a mark
I never fail to scribble
Because every day I wake up
I never fail to eat
I never fail to breathe 

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Peace and Love!

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Nigeria Is In Acute Pain…!

We lit candles every day for lost souls 
‘Cos a mournful dirge is on replay at the background
Vibrating with the requiem that buried our ancestors
Cries of woes float in the air
As the deafening echoes of death 
Drown the great bell at the citadel of miracles
Oh, ye gods
Our land is in dire need of a drastic surgery 
To expunge these cankerous beasts 
The days of slushy drivelling are past
Call not upon the heavens no more
For we bring this curse upon our land
Betrayed by the brutality of a monstrous tyranny 
Our familial landscape wallow in a fetid sea of misdeed 
Look, the mangled bodies of our brothers
The charred remains of our sisters
Look, our children hacked to death
Charred mangled bodies of our parents
The gory sights of charred mangled remains of our kinfolks
Litter in all the nooks and crannies of Nig and Eria
The sacred land is desecrated 
The ground is swollen and engorged to a bursting point
Ouch, the pains are inconsolable 
The recurring elegies are sorrowful 
These besetting nightmares in our land are traumatizing
Pungent, bitter, awful, 
No, this bloodbath tastes horrible and sickening
Ah, when will this lamentation end?
When will this insidious erosion of humanity stop?
When will Human blood cease to flow daily?
This tale of anguish is far from soothing 
The earth is grief-stricken
Her feeble body weep for her suckled offspring
Cut down in their primes by a putrid legacy

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PS: Nigeria has recorded a humongous rate of death in this month of June. Yesterday, a tanker carrying petrol exploded and there was a raging inferno with about 30 cars burnt to ashes… The number of casualties cannot be ascertained yet. Charred and mangled bodies of the dead littered on the highway where this avoidable calamity happened. I couldn’t sleep last night due to the gory videos that circulated social media last night.

This poem is borne out of my low energy this morning.  My only means of venting my anger.

 

Peace and Love!

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