A Treasure. (Dedicated to a friend)

There exists a treasure 
More precious than the diamond 
And of priceless worth 
Furled in clandestine of beauty 
Dwelling in ocean of hush 
Pure in heart like honey 
Glowing and soothing 
Like the sun at dusk
Just making berth on the horizon 
Ronke lovely prefixed with Ade is her name....Aderonke
A rare gem 
That my ink's been craving for since
To scribble this rarity on paper 
And make a post on my wall
Even if my writing ink
Remains just a single drop
It will write for you
Heralding the naivety 
Of your heart
That never bears 
An atom of grudges
A n unusual friend
Standing distinct among friends
A sibling sister
From another mother
Much more than blood ties
I realised 
The "no need" to be from the same background 
Before becoming blood related
Friendship could be elated to such
And even of stronger strength.
Her heart pristine and solicitous
Placating tremulous souls
And trembling minds
That trudge her way
With her soft and tender words
That blows like wind
Uprooting the tree of restlessness
And peg a permanent post
With a large placard
Of "tranquil henceforth"
In the mind of the perturbed minds.
A candelabrum to many
In the stench darkness
Of bereavement
Not minding in giving up 
Her dear possessions
To bring smiles
To every face in doldrums.
Her business prowess awes
A Tactical and savvy creature
Displaying in peak, astuteness
Of incomparable level.
Ravenous for success
Taking the slightest moment and opportunity 
In transforming 
something Into something.
I must have offended nature
To have denied me
This precious privilege 
Of coming your way
Or vice versa
Of being in your company,
Of being part of my story 
Years before the last.
However, it's never late
To be around you
Cancelling the those times denial
And be here on full course.
There are friends
And there are "Friends"
Depending on how they present,
friends are many
But "Friends" of rare specialties
Are in decimal
Friends that come 
To occupy the upper place
On your list
With the shortest time
And unimagined rate
To relegate some friend
Aderonke is more than such.
In no time, got knowing each other 
Than some friends of decades
Filling a substantial part of my life
As if there existed vacuum before.
I can tell you how it feels
I can tell you! 
To know that someone 
Somewhere behind your knowledge
Is concerned about you
Cares about your life
Wanting to give aids,
She is such a rare treasure. 
Oh my Creator, I besiege you
For your mercy and protection
And of Your unending blessings
Over this uncommon sister
From now till eternity.

The Bank Looters

In my village
The bank of justice
Used to be rich and robust
Dishing service to its clients 
Without fear or prejudice 
Crediting and debiting, no mix-ups
The wind blew serenity
It was placating 
No innocent's blood flowed
Law breakers were lashed
Nature was natural
Maize brought out enough "kids"
Yam was big as thigh
Opulence of sensibles
On and on and on and on!
The bank today,
Is staunchly bankrupt
Ripped off of its just savings
In broad daylight
By greedy wastrels
Who bellow around
Claiming authorities over everything
Buying off equity.
They made the guiding statute
But look for loopholes
In the vessel of justice
When they slip into it
So they can sieve through it.
The bank managers are clueless 
"Erranding" for their looters
Inescapably cajoled along
And steeply languorous in their servitude
Innocents' souls are being stabbed
With blunt spears 
In the hands of these victimisers.
Tarrying cases for years 
Until it fades away 
Justice is inverted
Inequity becomes the lingua franca
Victor turns vanquished 
And vice versa.
Nature snorts this aberration
Wind blows Foulness
Rain becomes dearth and haphazard.
I can be oppressed
I can be cheated
Who am I? 
A "powerless" village boy
But the soil of my village
Will refute and reject you
Cos you're nothing but villains
And dastard bastards.
Nemeses are here
They move faster than wind
Reckoning is imminent 
The bushmeat will be after the hunter.
Behind the bar will be your abode
Or the world next to here
Except if you retrace your steps.
Whether in your presence or absence 
The bank will be invigorated
Spring back into action
And restore it's image.

She will be here

She will be here
She will arrive 
Welcome by all
Like the new moon
An angelic guest 
Already being expected
Especially by me
Cute and charming
More than an apple of my eyes
I'll love her, she'll love me
She will come
To share my love
With her mother
We'll become duo 
Rivalry to the initial status quo
Before her arrival.
Albeit her mother carried her
In gravid state,
But I'm sure she was peeping
Through her mother's flesh, pitying 
Me, of the ups and downs I was going
Through, during the delicate state.
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And when you're here
I will feed you, back you,
Put you on my neck
We'll play hide and seek
Give you everything you seek
More importantly, you and I
Will gang on your mother sometimes
Mildly frightening her bravery,
Tease and pull her legs
She'll be jealous of you
But nay! Loving you more and more
Will be my job,
I'll teach you ways to success
For this earth and after it
Smack you when attempt swerving away
You will grow up happily
To become a mini mother to you youngers
All encompassing eldest sister 
finally collecting yams on you
To become a bigger mother 
A mother but still little to her father
I'll always love you till eternity
Cos I know you, your name before your mother
So tell your mother to come quick
Cos I crave to have you here my little daughter
I am dying to see you, My dear Hameedah.

Mystery of iniquity by Ms. Lauryn Hill

Ya'll can't handle the truth in a courtroom of lies
Perjures the jurors
Witness despised
Crooked lawyers
False Indictments publicized
Its entertainment... the arraignments
The subpoenas
High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas
Enter the Dragon
Black-robe crooked-balance
Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
Publicly perpetrating that "In God We Trust"
Cross-examined by a master manipulator
The faster intimidator
Receiving the judge's favor
Deceiving sabers doing injury to they neighbors
For status, gratis, apparatus and legal waivers
See the bailiff
Representing security
Holding the word of God soliciting perjury
The prosecution
Political prostitution
The more money you pay. the further away solution
Legal actors
Babylon's benefactors
Masquerading as the agency for the clients
Hypocritical giants
Morally non-compliant
Orally armed to do bodily harm
Polluted, recruited and suited judicial charm
And the defense isn't making any sense
Faking the confidence of escaping the consequence
That a defendant is depending on the system
Totally void of judgment purposely made to twist em'
Emotional victim blackmailed by the henchmen
Framed by intentions
Inventions whereby they lynch men
Enter the false witness slandering the accused
Planting the seed openly showing he's being used
To discredit, edit, headed for the alleged
Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected
Expert witness (the paid authority)
Made a priority to deceive the majority
Of disinterested peers
Dodging duty for years
Hating the process
waiting to return to their careers
Do we expect the system made for the elect
To possibly judge correct?
Properly serve and protect?
Materially corrupt
Spiritually amuck
Oblivious to the cause
Prosperously bankrupt
Blind leading the blind
Guilty never defined
Filthy as swine
A generation purin' it's own mind
Legal extortion
Blown out of proportion
In vein deceit
The truth is obsolete
Only two positions:
Victimizer or Victim
Both end up in destruction trusting this crooked system
Mafia with diplomas keeping us in a coma trying to own a piece
of the "American Corona"
The Revolving Door
Insanity every floor
Skyscraping, paper chasing
What are we working for?
Empty traditions
Reaching social positions
Teaching ambition to support the family superstition?
When the Son of Perdition is Commander in Chief
The standard is Thief
Brethren can we candidly speak?
Woe to the men
Trusted in the chariots dem'
Leaning on horses
They run to intellectual sources
Counterfeit wisdom creating the illusion of freedom
Confusion consumes them
Every word they speak entombs them outwardly white
But Internally they absent of light
trapped in the night and bonded to the Cain of the night
Under the curse
Evil men waxing more worse
Faxing the first
Angelic being cast to the earth
It's time for rebirth
Burnin' up the branch and the root
The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit
Turn and be healed
Let him who stole, no longer steal
Oh it's real
Surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep
The idols YOU heap
Causing the destruction you reap
Judgment has come
Find it and return to the One
Abandon the flesh
Self-interest: Broadway to death
Pride and the Greed
Hide and subdividing the seed
The knowledge of Good and Evil is what caused us to lie
Caused us to die
Let your emotions be crucified
Renounce all your thoughts
Repent and let your mind be re-taught
You'll find what you sought was based on the deception you bought
A perception of naught
Where the majority remains caught
Loving a lie
Not realizing in Adam, all die

Ogbontarigi'14..The class of experts( Part1, written for my class on our induction, 30/07/2015

Down the memory lane,

of an atavistic mind in its sane,

now the journey entered its wane,

and at its final days.

Many days of helter skelter,

many nights of no slumber,

many periods of untaiming hunger,

here we are, braver.

Flourit flowed all over our faces,

like the early dawn flora,

glowing radiantly fun and frolic,

oblivious of the imminent freckles,

that assemble on the initially spotless skin,

when survival of the fittest took over,

fast and furious, vying flamed.

Countless days of falling febrile,

of which febrifuge became feckless,

haunting fear of foyer never stopped daunting,

the fate of famacists are formed,

hoping to cope, faith drove us in,

whatever fate formulated,

could be subvented to faith.

Glued to pharmabooks,

seeming unseparable till in foyer, you’re hooked,

albeit made some teachers go gook,

aba! We sometimes went crooks too,

result pasted got some screwed,

end of session’s mixed looks,

straight pass! Resits! Repeats! Oops!!

Third semester(s) really shook,

But we all did brook.

Tests and presentations largely moved,

ogle visitations to google,

punching keys – copy and paste,

don’t dare touch it!!! I can never forget.

No more lab-to-lab scampering,

No more “ another material?” from photocopy stand,

No more Prof. Lami K’s “screwing”

No more “attendance” by Dr. Olad,

Thick and thin was the path tread,

the years spent were never bread,

but we thank God, no gory story,

which of the favours of our Lord can we deny?

From the beginning, we were given power to defy,

the jinx and enigma are now demystified,

and into the profession, we are now sanctified.

GO YE TO THE WORLD TO MAKE IMPACT!!!!!