My death

My Death Tonight my soul is preparing for death I will write my own eulogy and read it for you I was born in a village hospital with no beds The day I was born there was light And that affected my skin so I am really dark When I was growing up, I played … Continue reading My death


Hon. Guest

Ah! Here they come The ones that claim we elected them With their black 'jeeps' and tinted windows Dressed in their white on white agbadas With uniform men running around Waving their guns to open doors for the civilian While thousands of civilians are being massacred Here they are, protectors of the realm dinning with … Continue reading Hon. Guest