FIRE OF MOODS

  Ajar! Ye doors, ajar! Unto new inhabitants, Conveyed through the portal of death, To desert humanity over yonder. Bolt! Ye doors, bolt! That the inhabitants grasp, Our music- a cacophonous shriek, Our dances- a writhing gesture. #El_Magnifico™

  Once in time past, Was a legendary duel, Between the rocky mountain, And the tranquil sea. The sea froze himself up, In other to be stronger. With force, He smashed himself unto the rock, And each time he did, He shattered into fragments. He then melted back to water, Permeated the mountain's core, And with ease and effortlessness, He uprooted the mountain, And successfully had him crashing down. There lies no gain in force, For it is a bridge, That leads, From the border of bleakness, To the island of hopelessness. #El_Magnifico™

  In the beginning Before God created the heaven and the earth... I was. I am source- a sauce for source itself. Every ground I tread becomes a source for sweet sauce constantly found on the lips of men. All of existence has tasted me, Yet they never knew my flavour. But I am an open secret revealed since time was born And to live on even after eternity finds death. I was... When heaven was born And when the forbidden tree came to life. I was... When wisdom learnt to be wise, And long before angels learnt to read and write. I was... When imagination moulded his first thought, And Satan sang his first song. Yes! I was... In the beginning Before God created the heaven and the earth. I still am... Like cells on the skin of existence, Bearing witnesses to the flavour of my very own sauce. And I will be... After grave ceases to exist, And hope goes down into the bottomless pit. I am the strength of existence, And even when all things die, I'd live on in that void Where I'd be known 

  The Police is our friend. How sweet does it sound, That your friend is ever ready to kill your dreams. He is the first to serve you sorrow, And forces you to swallow it hard, With a smile on your face. The Police is definitely our friend. For there is great joy, When your friend wrongly accuses you, And forcefully denies you your basic rights. To the extent that he breaks the law, In order to trap you in it. Is this friendship or brutality? And they say the Police is our friend. I ask you, If a person does these things to you, What would they be to you? A friend... An enemy... Or a frenemy? #EndSARS!!! #EndPoliceBrutality!!! #El_Magnifico™

  Of strong drink and wine I taught him to guzzle, To forcefully take his stand and flex all his muscle, He grew up with verve and outwitted his peers, He knew not refute throughout his growing years. His hunger for women soon grew to heights untold, He lays with all kinds bolstering the beast he unfolds, I called him to order scolding him of his ways, Inflamed, he flexed his muscles and soon had me dazed. I had been the architect of his every ability,.and my son's foolishness becomes my calamity. #El_Magnifico™

  Once upon a time, There was no day, Neither was there night. All that was, Were the sun and the moon. They were always together, Radiating in their brightness. With time moon noted, That the sun took all the glory. For he was much more brighter, Than moon could ever think to be. He tried and tried and tried, But his efforts never paid off, He felt really incompetent, For his brightness was never seen. He thought the sun to be a born winner, And thus took it as his fate. Soon wind came whistling by, Hoping  that moon would cheer, But rather he was sober, With no smile on his face to wear. Wind probed and moon spewed, In concession and defeat, Of how he'd always play second fiddle, To unequivocal Mr sun. "Dig deep my friend", wind said, "You'd find solution, For your problems come to you, Only because you have the answer. And the only time you'd fail, Is when you decide to give up." Moon pondered these words, And decided to keep trying. Soon he invented

  Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Grief stricken cries, Echoes on our dejected streets. Pangs of hunger, Sweeps swiftly through our provinces, Leaving adults and children utterly smitten, By its ravaging ire. Distress like stallions, Gallops across our country, In tenacious strides. Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Unfolding tears, Hail the dawn of a new age, Another age of change, Whereupon our National flag, Is painted in the colour of tears. Our coat of arms, Is shielded with inward pointed spikes, And our anthem, Becomes a song of lament. Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Groans amass, From the weight of frustration, Pressing down our shoulders. The horse whip of terrorism, Bruises our pride, And the immoral caress of corruption, Bites skin deep, Into the bedrock, Of our Fatherland. Bellow! Rumble!! Roar!!! Cacophonies upon cacophonies, Bellows, Rumbles, Roars, Calling for the awakening, Of an empire in slumber. #El_Magnifico™

Men of ours- of despotic belonging. Our black birds, The darkest a nest has ever produced, Mocks its mother. These men of ours- morally wrong, Birds to off loads- loads off. Judas's sons. The ruthless cobras, Worse than they should be, Decked in shades, And music from rifles. For they are the servants of wrath, Whose curves breaks into lightning, To strike out the law. #El_Magnifico™ (for the bad eggs amongst the "Special Anti-robbery Squad) #EndSars!!! #EndPoliceBrutality!!!

In the light of myths and legends, Stories of some heroes of old, Who possessed powerful endowments, Or so we have been told. He who was said to spit fire, Was once a vulnerable man, He who was said to be immortal, Was also once human. Why isn't this transformation, Prolonged to our time? Or is our generation, But a foam on a wine? The existence of most, Sounds strange to tell, For if they were gods, How come they fell? What do they look like? Where do they come from? Questions go begging, For answers at every turn. I was told of a god, With a lion as pet, Human-lion friendship, I am yet to see since birth. Looking around me each day, I see no such powers, Portrayed by our past heroes, As told to us by our fathers. Are gods really gods, Or our own creation? Out of fear or of poetry, Or even painted imagination. If you'd ask my opinion, I'd say they were audacious men, Whose deeds were ex

In stinging reverberant silence, Where the cloud darkens in uncertainty, The trees nod in regrets, And the ocean dies a still-tear. Amidst this silence sat I, Perturbed and flustered. Filled with obsession, I scurried into an affair, Inherently clandestine, Through this love waded I, Concealed in hidden codes, Excitingly igniting. In a race for the future, My all I did gave, From the least to the most, That there be, Just one possibility, Of non-restriction. But I was weeded, In silence's sharp shock, Coiled within its razor, Of gutlessness, And wordlessness, An utmost transfixion. In this sanctuary seated I, Watching my lifelong obsession, Slip into the grasp, Of another, At the altar, Of a lifetime. And I could hear the priest... "... Or forever remain silent". And I did, For I was haunted And devoured, By bloodhounds of silence. My efforts and struggles, Was summed up, In vain a

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Arise Countrymen and stand up to hail, The bond that keeps us; For plunges and plots could not countervail, The strength of this force. Pure love lives on in the kinship we share, The blood in our veins; The anthem we sing and pledge we declare, Do swallow our pains. When Mother gave tongues she did with honour, And also with pride; For she gave them all and even one more, To bridge the divide. She gave unity to conduct this song, Like an orchestra; And taught us to live together as one, Joyful Nigeria! #El_Magnifico™ (In celebration of Nigeria's 60th year of Independence)

Formed of my eyes, Conceived of my emotions, Born of my heart, Is a golden flower. The seal to my heart, Lies in her care, I in her bosom, Feels secure and safe. She rides on the waves, Of passion and zeal, To the galactic summit, Just to have me cheer. I'd whirl in the air, Excited and thrilled, Exhaust all my love, With nothing to spare. Devoted and loyal, She stands up for me, Goes all of the way, Just to speak for my heart. I'd sing a symphony, Unrolled from Elysium, Lovesick  I am, For the guardian of my heart. #El_Magnifico™