WHAT I TELL MYSELF

Had to tell myself I try my best

Never push to try to come first

I think I have issues with authority

I do my thing with great audacity

And I try with integrity

I know I can do better

Dressing fine doesn't make one responsible

But some people think you're more responsible

And your money more edible

I get these looks sometimes that get me

Sometimes it bothers me

Seems like they were talking about me

But their words get around me

I try not to pay attention

To how I feel: sensation

There's this shirt with a high collar

I found it in my drawer

It used to me my brother's

Or my other brother's

Or perhaps, my father's

It's sky blue in colour

Fits well like a nice comment

But the sleeves are short, don't comment

Have to fold it

Don't think anyone knows it

Even if they do, it's me

Check me out, I own it.

I invaded someone's privacy

I'm feeling defiled

I said I wanted to know

The person they don't show

But I should have known—

Secrets are deep

And they lure one deeper

I almost went below

I should have known better

I should have done better

Now I'm fighting with myself

A battle within myself

Not really feeling myself

I'm at war with myself

A feeling I don't like myself

These things I think I've gone beyond

But strangely I'm at peace

Waiting this storm to pass

That some things I just pass

Always and everyday

My God to please...

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WITH GOD, WE'LL RUN THROUGH A TROOP

Like Humpty Dumpty in a house of cards Your house fell down like the walls of Jericho [And it's hard to pick up the spare parts] Every spring of idea became a dying plant (God forbid!) Something of colour ends up in monochrome Look before you leap, are words of wisdom But what if faith is leaping before you look? Or is faith leaping before you look? And where then does that place our reasoning? Is it still faith if it breaks like a broom? And what if this leap doesn't pay as due? Should our faith in God make everything (exactly) possible? However, base your plans on something solid Not something that could go up in smoke Do not be too hasty to strike gold Neither delay too long a decisive blow Be confident in your ability to win the race But don't jump the gun and think it's going to be okay (it's not!) Have faith in God, believe he can do all things But don't back yourself into a corner and put your God to test... Like refusing to serve in a tennis game Then ...

TO KNOW I GOT YOU (WONDER WOMAN)

Omo, you dey make my heart dey beat Thinking of you, my mind dey sweet Like Chike I wan dey run to you Dem say life na suru But for you I be Eran Nuru I still smile when I think of you Revisit talks I had with you I dey bless God because of you Like which material he use make you? Not perfect but we need to be In case you're wondering, same applies for me But I know enough to not judge me Like I wouldn't want to judge me You're like a dream come true Everyday I wanna shout out to you You remind me of Queen Esther You're one great queen, remember! That mercy and dear compassion You are my friend, my dear companion Relating don't have to be romantic Forgive me my dear antics But it's good to know I've got you Someone brave and down-earth humble You no dey do gra gra, you no dey fumble See how freely I speak with you? Means the world to me, true! You're a woman but you are my bro And I respect you kindly, aburo.. ©el-iyanu, 7th of November, 2021. For a very...

THE ROAD IS NEVER ALONE

I Spoke to King Solomon yesterday, Told him I was sad and lonely, yeah; He looked at me and deeply smiled, Showed me a god-forsaken road, Then said: Listen carefully and watch, my child— The road is never alone! Listen, he said, the road is never alone! Your joy is yours, and so is sadness, Listen carefully, he said, my child— The road is never alone, And so you never walk alone! The path is lonely, and the lane is dark, Your mind is filled With a lot of things you can't track, Still, you never walk alone. Dark skies like a blacked-out picture, Blowing like garments without cincture, Tripping your feet chasing the future, Bad news that keeps the soul injured; At times, happiness becomes a decoy, Deflecting attention like a wind-up toy, But sadness remains behind the smile, Mind shattering like a broken tile… But I spoke to King Solomon yesterday, Told him I was sad and lonely, yeah; He looked at me and deeply smiled, Showed me a god-forsaken road, Then said: Listen carefully and wa...

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