TRIBUTE TO KEFEE

You know what, call it self-deception but I choose to stick to what my belief.

I was hoping for a miracle, praying every chance I got as you journeyed to the other side

I tell emerging artistes what you told me whenever I get a chance; to maximize every opportunity to do a free show or ministration portraying the old truth…

“If you see a man diligent in his business he will stand before kings and not ordinary men”

Simplicity was your hallmark and your openness was exceedingly transparent

You worked hard giving everything your best yet, contentment was your watchword.

I always wanted to hear DC Envoys after their split and you shared how important it was getting them back to feature in Who Get Ear ft DC Envoys, Akpororo.

You did your best anyways and improvised where you had to but trust me, you are a seeker of peace.

You wanted to bring people together as much as possible – which showed in everything you did.

I told Anny a few days ago, that to me you are still alive – in my heart I guess in our hearts at large.

I fight my tears from falling but I believe you are in a better place called heaven a better side of life.

As for my belief you are still alive, as in our hearts; memories of you continue to live.

SPILL...

On that fateful day, I woke up to see a world that's up-side-down.

The earth surface displaced the clouds and a busy city, the stars. 

I discovered a pleasant soothing beneath my feet, tender yet firm

Just when I thought the sun and moon were out of sight

Carefully resting on the clouds, I dared a leap after a gentle stride

Hence I spill my MonAmi of Mon’Amie

a sun flip side moon

Masculinity in the purest feminine form like summer in winter jacket. An emblem of beauty and bravery, brains braided with humility 

Blessed are you and he who harbours your treasures of gold in frames of silver

14:04:14 - THE DARK JOURNAL

Blind Widow: Why me, oh my pikin... keeping her gaze to the sky she asked God why didn't He take her instead? Lying next to her was the bread winner of the family - a 7 year old hawking in order to afford the daily bread for her blind mom and herself in almost unrecognizable look. Everyone around her couldn't fight the tears from falling.

Dumb Boy: (repeated blabbing and rapid hand movement) He witnessed the whole incidence from afar off and was struggling to tell the tale. No one understood his sign even though he kept at it, trembling in shock. Some minutes later, a junior student showed up and said he beckoning on his younger brother who was playing behind the buses that was engulfed by the explosion but now, he is no more.

Awaiting Father: My star, oh my little star... On getting a call from his pregnant wife who mustered the last courage to dial his mobile number, he raced down only to meet her lifeless body. Weeping with a loud voice, he hugged her tightly and noticed his unborn baby making some movement. After a quick surgery to rescue the little girl, she didn't make it beyond 10 seconds after birth who also suffered severe heat burn from the deceased mother.

Clusters, media clusters, the nation wails and marvel in shock. Today agony has ceased from being an idea or some emotions but was felt when men derail the path of being humans into monsters; dead to any human feeling.

The various tales from the bomb blast both written and unwritten in this dark journal is dedicated to all those affected by the bomb blast.

No human or religion has the right to take another man's life. Laws are made to serve humans and not humans serving the law.

IJAWA - PRIDE OF THE RED ROSE

Like the Red Rose, God took delight in exhibiting the help-meet specimen in the African woman - Ijawa!

Molded with the clay of frailty yet, an epitome of strength and resplendent beauty

Soft enough to cry when hurt yet with her gentle strength, she breaks no sweat in hardship.

At the zenith of professionalism, she doubles as a faithful steward in her home

Her silence not an emblem of folly rather, stooping to conquer - a mastered art.

Holding the forte in the absence of her lord, her kids depicts the definition of bright & upright

Tender bosom as a safe haven, her sacrifice is next to nature - holding nothing back.

Dark skin not influencing her loving heart rather an emblem of wealth, pride and dignity

Tender hands like the earth beside a stream, anything she nurtures, a blissful bloom.

IJAWA!!!

THE GIFT

A subject of my admiration, a beautiful synonym for grace. Your heart of love, reaching out to everyone, not self-seeking you crave every chance to touch a needing heart.

Your smile as warm as the sun - sights of silver crystals and sounds of the morning dew resting gently on my tender heart.

The worlds beauty often finds expression when those nerves come together to present one of the most beautiful smiles like golden petals opening up to the morning sun.

I've been thinking of the perfect gift for you…

The Sun - but for there be only one that exist 

The Moon - but for the night will get darker

The Stars – it will take the stretch of the cloud to wrap 

Just when I thought all options have been exhausted then I thought of one of the most precious gifts…

YOU!!! 

...BREATHE...

It gets tough I know and I've been there. Discouragement is becoming a norm, I understand. Some of us have been played too many times for a fool and we have resulted in treading too carefully.

In a bid not to get burnt any further, we do anything to maintain the status quo and take zero risk. On the flip side, we have become maimed to addressing situations, confront them or even walk away.

The truth is we all got internal reset buttons reserved for only the brave to engage at such tough moments. It is time we threw caution in the wind and move forward.

Life is simple if we realize when situations threaten to choke the joy out of us and cause us to gasp for air... The one thing we must never forget is to do is just breathe.