I'm a shameless one.

Are you rather shameful?

Living in the pain of running around this thorn, 

Despite the lots of the table.

Right is in the embracement of wrong,

And wrong is at the lawful company of the right.

The dumb becomes smart when he turns,

Turning against the path of the wise.

Everywhere, a deep pocket with a shallow apex.

Blunt heads bashing around in joy,

Talking the line in it's best amazing part;

"If you no get money, Hide your face".

To show my face among this caucus of mess,

The best that can work for me is "shameless".

The Words of the foolish are empty,

Yet, it enjoins judgment.

Oh! The fool speaks!

Ha! These words are Empty!

Alas, they attract your comment. Don't they?

Hence, not as empty.

Oh! The fool squeaks!

Ha! We laughed to scorn!

Sounds like you had some fun. Didn't You?

Hence, an entertainment.

Oh! The fool blurts!

Ha! Just like the old fool!

You've just remembered an old friend. Haven't You?

Hence, so inspiring.

The words of the foolish sometimes carry great wisdom,

Sadly, only the wise can deduce them.

Listen to Everyone. Either they always have something to say or you seldom have something to decode

I'm in love,

But with my chains.

I saw it all coming for me.

Saw it in my powered box.

I hear it from the sound of tweet birds.

I read it on the book of the faceless faces.

Shame! I can't let go.

Let go of my leaking Umbrella.

Yet, I wont loose grip.

The grip of my blunt Broom incapable of cleaning.

But, I landed here.

Now I know my slave masters, 

But I want to become the Head of Slaves someday. 

How do I learn, if I run?

I can break my chains,

But I won't leave,

Lest the slave feeders pass me by,

How do I get my share?

"I for love my country,

But who he help?".

I'm in chains but I won't leave,

Until I despise them.

Until I stand for integrity.

Until I find the love of my life that's long gone,

The Love for My Country.

Nigeria shall be great again, when we choose the right Leader without individual sentiment, prejudice and selfishness.

The problems are so numerous that we ignore the beauty.

This phrase was inspired by the different situations in Nigeria.  It is now obvious, how what we see, hear everyday is the challenge our dear nation is passing through.  The government/masses have mastered the act of passing blames and analysing the problems, thereby ignoring the beauty.  The problems has form a fog in our faces, depriving us of seeing the beauty as a nation despite the difficulty and challenges facing us as a nation.

Let us embrace the beauty!!! in the mist of the challenges, how can we not see the peace in the nation?  How can we not see how God made our weather perfect? How can we not see the way God kept away natural disasters from us?  How can we not see how God has blessed the youth in our nation? The numerous natural resources are also included.

Believe it or not this nation will be great again. . .  We will celebrate again, we will love again.

We are Nigeria, we are tough, we are resilient and we won\'t give up.  Happy Independence Day in advance from all of us @dicecouture.  Celebrate Nigeria.

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It's a blank...

From the beginning, I wait patiently to see it come for me.

Looking looks like not looked enough.

Prayers feels like it doesn't get up enough. 

When would I find it? As I wait patiently.

Patience can last over ever... doesn't always pay off.

It looks like I didn't get it anytime...but I won't give it up. I won't let go...It must be found.

I never had it...even when I thought I did...Cruising down with laughter...

Oh no...it lacks one...It's not it. I thought I found it...But I lied.

I had to assume it's inside of it... somewhere...It would come out.

Let this not be my fall...let me not perish as I seek...Let me not get in trouble as I hope.

But as the day goes by...If this was mine...It would be mine...

But I didn't find what I came for...Oh...it's lost...it's shameful...So I stopped looking.

What's this? doesn't look like it...But I take possession. 

Possession gives way for a clearer look...and I think it's here...this is it.

The exact that I want...with all I have hoped for...with all I have given up. 

This is hope...a great heritage...a good find. Rest of mind.

And now I can be glad to find it all.

God is with us.

Stay focus...it's not lost forever...what's yours will come for you...God Made It So.

Hey, Lonely Hearts!

May I call for a meeting?

Our times are here, when sweet moments fade away.

When the smiling lip goes nay, 

And our beaming eyes go dim.

Though it was interesting, fun-filled,

Until our moment came yapping for our soul.

Shall I lay to heart the blooming morning, the dazzling nights, 

As petals of love came dripping from the branch of the generous stem. 

Shall I bring to bear the cage cracking moment,

When laughter makes us grasp for breath.

Alas, came for us the hurtful of all times...

Glorious past makes the heart beat faster.

The smile of the 'yester' makes the eye misty. 

What have we? What consoleth thee?

Holding precariously to the promises yet to come.

A promised appearance of a translucent future.

Where rain of petals shall pour again...

And the flood of happiness shall come rolling us away.

Shall we stop waiting? Else comes a flood of Noah.

The unexpected may come dragging us instead.

But we shall wait patiently, that our time may come.

That the rain of hope may shower again, 

and the time shall bring to light once more,

the asynchronous beat of tantamount hearts. 

Then we shall say, 

"God Pays Me".

It comes for her whence  least expected 
Neither was it foretold, the darkness that befell her sun city 
Her children merry when they heard the knock on the door. 
With a kiss and a beaming eye 
He was embraced, that crept into her beautiful garden 

Day by day, the exchange proceeds. 
The sun and the moon became the same. 
Light of the sun scares her children away, 
Is it too early to work together? 
Yes! but for the game of blame. 

Knowest not they, while the beauty is bewildered 
The scent of the garden, 
Sweet as that of a puny carcass. 
Everywhere is the joy of lonesomeness. 
It Snows, but all we see, 
The proceeds of burning bushes 

No longer is there Floristry. 
It was a song of the morning, 
Now a story to tell. 
Elders discuss wisdom at playground, 
Children wander in the throne room 

Shall We dare this deadly visitor ? 
He that walketh at noon. 
Shall we cease the patronage of the bakery? 
Lest we succumb to the pick of our sleeky inhabitant. 
But the wages of both is death. 

Go all out to undercover mama,  
Mother Earth, please go on a stealth mission. 
Love him to know more. 
He becomes your most loved Enemy, 
That you may know his ways. 

Plough and harrow, till the ground while he sleeps 
And cover thyself when it breaths. 
That we may live with him 
Forever till the number of his days emerge. 
This visitor wont leave until we live with him.

I thought we would never meet eachother

I despise you so much

And I warn others of your many transgressions 

Many tales of who you are,

 I rigorously tell.

I could not have you in my life

You are everything I am not supposed to be

You reek, You stink, You are a no

A stain to my garment of pride

The voice of whom I shouldn't listen

Now I invite you to my home

The one I concur to succor to

Yet you keep me up at night

You ruin my day and took my trade

My thoughts about them.

To Masks, Aprons and Gloves we do owe.

The Horror that befell the world would have been stealth,

But no where to hide from the grasp of your watching spectacles.

The eyes that peep while the world was busy.

The soldiers on street as  earth whimp in awe.

The only hand that touches when all hands goes soaking.

Eyes that look the Monster in the face by the day.

What we eat indoor may be the conclusions of our many suppers,

But you fight to make us dine tomorrow.

The legs that go looking for things from which we run.

Hope to those who were thought to be sentenced.

The Ones we owe are our Angels in the skin of Men.

The shield right on our faces, of which we know not.

Embedded since ages, underrated and undervalued.

We never paid our dues enough in lullaby to help your short sleeps.

What shall we do for these ones who wore the garments of risk to save humanity.

To all the health workers in the Front-line of the Battle against Covid-19 we owe.

But sadly we cannot pay.

Posterity will!