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A few decades ago a baby was born looking radiant like a redolent spice Her Eyes wide-open like she came ready for it all Cried out loud when she needed to be touched Mother’s eyes sparkled with love and some tears of joy Father’s heart filled with pride and a gratitude to God Everyone definitely knew a queen had just arrived Every hand seriously craved for a feel of her Her birth story is surely a tale like none other It’s worth being sang in an opera It’s a picture that must be painted for all to see This is indeed the story ‘the queen of my heart’ Written by: Hamidat Doyinsola & Kazeem Adio (C) 2022
I never saw or experienced poverty as a child Until I was fully grown and entered the real life The world I see now is filled with hunger and pains People work so hard but cannot really buy much A mother even finds it difficult, feeding her child She wakes up every morning not knowing how to survive But believes in her strength, a bit of luck and a heart filled with faith That there will always be a helper passing through her place I see too, many, in darkness just waiting to be brought to light They believe at the end of a tunnel, there's a promise of light My question today is 'will there ever be a light?' Will parents be able to feed their hungry children and so stop the cries? Will the pain ever stop, knowing there's so much poverty going round? So today I command you O spirit of poverty Off you go into the forest and never try to return Let there be abundance of honey, milk and more Let all be happy and be filled with j...
“The blood of those people killed by the Fulani herdsmen are on the hands of the federal government and if nothing is done they will cry unto God” The federal government was alerted on the threat of the herdsmen who had vowed to resist the anti- grazing bill enacted by the state government." - Governor Ortom Silence weeps aloud in somber streams of red sorrow as blooming beauties are butchered in bloody batters. The beheading of glowing hibiscuses in nesh January, a replay of the black bloody streams in malignant lordships... Silence of chosen messiah, sudden dumbness of his ferocious sword at the brutal feast of crude brethren on innocent sheepfold. We have come to our bloody promised land pious prophet has prophesied peace and prosperity, quietness now is the pragmatic finger of prophecies at deleterious livelihood of "the beloveds". Let us hope! To see silence giving birth to heroic Beowulf. ADÉYEMO E. O ...
Nigerian education is not even the best all. What to talk of mass failure in our national exam, ASUU strike is their too!
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