Inspired Olawalium, II.

I love it when I get inspired to scribble down my thoughts. It can be something I picked up off my head or about something I am witnessing which caused a stir deep inside me. Here, I shared three rhythmic and powerful poems full of emotions. I would love to know which one you love the most... Enjoy...

Tell Papa...

Have I told you lately that I missed you, papa?

Just some hours back I sent a letter to mama

This is yours, don't feel bad, there is no need to drama

It doesn't mean you are less important but you know our history

Everyone knows my history with you, they can tell the story

If I start writing them in sheets they would fill the lorry

You and I were 5 and 6 and for that, I am not sorry

You were the best father and it has nothing to do with the money

Someone help me tell Papa that I missed the sound of his car horn

I wish I can have more time with him; go back to when I was born

I wish I can wake up one day and find you across the room in the morn'

I knew how proud you were of me that I am your son

Our stories would always be told and its weight in gold would worth more than a ton

I miss you and I wish everyone can reiterate that to you for me

Tell Papa that I still look like him and it's uncanny

A father that dedicated his life to us and he's so far from tyranny

I still love buying your favourite perfume even though they have reduced the quality

I don't even want to get started about Nigeria for the sake of my sanity

Your passing taught me what you've always stressed that life itself is vanity

You always speak of love even in the face of betrayal, you hold no enmity

I wish you can look down right now so I can catch a glimpse of your smile...

I am a product of who you were on earth

You showed me the way of the Lord, delight is in my heart

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History Will Forget Them...

Most African countries with a notable example in Nigeria is a circus show

They mismanage everything and during elections they want us to go with their flow

They are consistently killing the youths' glow

They always come up with policies just to deal us with a blow

Just when you think they have done the worst, they hit another all time low

The way they come up with excuses, our intelligence they insult

I wonder how their close circle feels without consult

They have no conscience, maybe that's the trademark of their occult

Nigeria has become an object or laughter or you can say a joke

Since it's a circus show, their performance is terrible and won't even pay with the price of a coke

How elder state men acts like children is funny and their head I want to poke

You can be older and have nothing upstairs like our leaders, yes, I spoke

It's about their pockets, as long as they are rich, they don't mind others being broke

Every attempt they block as long as the youths want to alleviate their yoke

Our current crop of leaders lacked substance

With their crimes they should be behind the bar for longer sentence

They tried to deprive the average youth of education so we won't do better

We know better, fend for ourselves and now they are bitter

With their actions and words, you can see they are ugly

If only they know they are on a slippery path with future so foggy

We shall be here as we watch them shamelessly leave the earth

And history won't have anything worthy of note to say about them

As their names get kicked to the curb and forever forgotten

And when we remember their names, it would be with disdain

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History Will Forget Them...II (Another Style)

This country is indeed a circus show

They expected us all to go with the flow

With every stunt they pull, intelligence they insult

I wonder if their family members they never consult

Or the members of their secret cult

Before they disgraced them all in the public

Apples don't fall farther from the tree, truly

This country is run sometimes like a joke

I won't even pay to watch with the price of a coke

Total distaste and insult to intelligence is their joke

They are older but I am sorry, their nose I just want to poke

Age is indeed never a sign of maturity, we spoke

They want to rule us with poverty, leaving everyone else broke

Now we want to alleviate our yoke

They are feeling the heat yet still forgetting common sense

They speak to the present even with paste tense

Indeed, fame doesn't amount to relevance

These set of leaders don't have any substance

Sometimes I wonder why we are cursed with this current crop -

Power drunk, killers, concealing evidence and terrible with lies

You can only imagine how they treat their wives

They cannot even lie intelligently

They try to deprive us of education so we wouldn't know better

We now know better and now they are bitter

Fighting tooth and nail to make things get ugly

With blood on their hands, their future is foggy

This country has turned into a drama

They have invited the whole world to the show

Now, we watch as they show how intelligently inept they are

And watch them shamelessly go into oblivion

As history forgets their name

Or remembers them for lessons learnt and not for fame

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks. I am love's chemical content in human form and that's why I advise people to take a dose of "Olawalium" daily. 🙈

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