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Nigeria, Where Did We Go Wrong? I’ve always loved this country. Maybe too much. Maybe too blindly. I’ve always dreamed about what Nigeria could be—vibrant, thriving, efficient. But sometimes, walking through our streets, reality hits harder than nostalgia ever could. A few weeks ago, I escorted a friend to the BRT bus park at Oshodi. I stood with her at the entrance for a few minutes, chatting, before I left. A bus pulled away, full to the brim, and for 10–15 seconds I took in the passengers. Exhausted faces, drained eyes, tense shoulders—people cramped in offices or on the streets all day, overworked and underpaid, carrying the weight of life for peanuts. I etched that mental image into memory…until I went to face my own chaos in a Danfo. And I realized: I’ve been a fool. I’ve clung to the dream that Nigeria could somehow “make it,” even as the cracks became chasms. I write SOPs for friends chasing scholarships abroad, and even they tell me, “Bro, na to japa sure pass o…” Maybe the best gift I can give my unborn kids is a dual nationality. Then there are the small, heartbreakingly familiar moments. Visiting my grandma, I watched kids play street football, kicking a rubber ball we used to call pako. I remembered shouting “Up NEPA!” with my cousin, running inside to watch Winning 11 on my uncle’s PS1 whenever the lights came back. But these kids—born after 2010—still shouted “Up NEPA!” as if nothing had changed. I can’t let my kids grow up in a world where that is normal. And yet, it feels inevitable. This brings me to the heart of my frustration: leadership. Sixty-plus years of nation-building and where has it gotten us? I look left: Atiku. I look right: Tinubu. Eight more years of the same? It’s exhausting. Fighting Corruption: Not Rocket Science Nothing frustrates me more than politicians claiming, “Fighting corruption is so difficult.” Pu-lease. It's not rocket science! You can't fight corruption or battle corruption...it's not an entity. No man is holy enough to assume the self righteous position as the “banisher of Corruption” The only way to have a Corrupt free system, is to put things in place, factors that makes it impossible for corruption to thrive. How? By two simple words: Transparency and Accountability Let's be frank, I want you reading this piece now to reflect on the many times you’ve heard our politicians siphoned funds....hold the phone. We hardly hear that...do we? But we know...how? From the trillions of loans or the astronomical figures we come about during budget presentation...I'm like you mean to tell me tens or hundreds of billions are budgeted for healthcare or education or security or infrastructure...(the list is endless really) and we are still in the sorry state we are in....obviously the leaders are taking their cut. And it runs deep...from the Federal, to the state and the local governement, the billions become lesser until it becomes millions and becomes trickles of meaningless drops ineffective to make any real change before it gets to the masses. Now the reason for this is because of the Lack of Transparency Now I want you to take an even longer pause, and think of all the times you've heard a public figure, leader, politician was caught in the act, bullion vans pulling up at houses like a bank, or let me not even go too far...Ganduje was caught in 4k, live video collecting a bribe...practicing the so called Corruption our Leaders are fighting against. What happened? You're right. Nothing. Lack Of Accountability A Solution: Transparency Through Data Think about football analytics. Any fan knows OptaJoe, the company that collects and publishes granular stats—expected goals, assists, chances created—without bias. Now, imagine Nigeria had an independent body doing the same for public funds. Let’s call it the National Data Collation for Funds Allocation (NDCFA). Every naira allocated to healthcare, education, security, or infrastructure would be recorded. Every cent of federal loans, oil sales, or foreign relief funds would be tracked and published online in real time, accessible to anyone with a phone or internet. Contractors like Julius Berger or CCECC? Every payment and project allocation would be transparent, leaving nothing hidden. The NDCFA wouldn’t generate numbers—it would interpret and track existing data, just as OptaJoe reports football stats. The public could follow the money trail, hold officials accountable, and make corruption more difficult to sustain. Transparency isn’t complicated—it’s a commitment. The Next Step: Accountability Transparency alone isn’t enough. Once we can see the money, those entrusted with it must be held accountable. Public office cannot be a privilege to siphon funds or dodge consequences. Occupants of government roles must face consequences for failing to deliver, mismanaging funds, or engaging in corruption. We don’t need rocket science. We need willpower, systems, and consequences. Under four years of honest governance, positive change is possible. Under eight, great strides could be made. And maybe, just maybe, the children of Nigeria will shout something different—something hopeful—when the lights come back on. Final Thought Nigeria’s problems are not unsolvable. They are simple in concept, hard only because of human greed and apathy. We need clarity, courage, and transparency, paired with real accountability. Only then can the dream I once clung to, the one I still love, become something tangible ©absoul 2021 |
In search of a safe Haven Inflation make it hard to be saving Thin line between working n slaving Work the tight rope, work the pavement Going bald turning vulture from a Raven Never Cave in, I rather leap head first fly like a javelin misbehaving with the way I be brazen Till I find a safe haven and that's for the record, Mavin Maybe? |
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LhoOd:You want beef? I eat you like venison Beat you from your village in ketu down to Venice and Life's a Bitch, real men like me be servicing ... But your balls haven't dropped so you can't even stick the penis in I traumatize Lhood ptsd and DID, multiple voices in his head whining, "Soul please let us in" While I'm chilling, eating like a King ' Ceasar salad... no lettuce in . . Before you take a walk in my shoes? First find your footing When I visit hood I commit war crimes like Putin A 6 feet hole is where I'm putting This crazy Razz putin I ain't Anastacia but I fvckk up this Rasputin . . Move bitch, get out the way like Luda When you rap we boo ya You making finance? Must be micro like kuda You wanna beef soul do ya? So What's your excuse I use you to wrap suya, nigga you old news . . You a algae in a big pond A tadpole in a small pond A big fish in a bathtub Your best strike is like a toe stub Moral lesson?;know your limits I take it to the paint, draw a foul with a 'and 1' Have some dignity but your broke ass can't afford one . . A black transgender ehn?? .... Lets talk about it... I see through your glass jaw nigga you transparent I sonned you to my daughter call me a trans-parent I'm a real OG by far No western union but my flow send this trans far! |
LhoOd:Since last September it seems you no longer remember How I dismembered your tenders Came back for your family members This aboki is a stark contrast to; "the north remembers" You condemned, roaming the hood picking iron, man You done caught ma interest like loan lenders . . Even in yo wildest dreams I domesticate you like Oppenheimer ma lyrical bombs annihilate you No open rhymer you ain't cynical we do hate you I set the oven timer, it's a slow burn when I fade you Fade you... like a slideshow Not the main event you'll always be a side show . . Now let's talk about yo sister and how she be a farm tool Guzzling dickks in the club of any nigga on the barstool Your cup runneth over? Negro please it's half full You can laugh fool, till I open your spleen, gut you with this harpoon scar you mentally, ink your brain with bad tattoos I'm a one man army yet I slaughter all your platoon most of your rhymes are bitten cause you feral like a raccoon Uglier than a baboon... Ka-booom! Is the sound before you hit the lagoon Watch out for Part two... . . you took 5 weeks to come up with this weak flow? With all disrespect you wack bro If you had the flu you could never spit a sick flow Translator needed cause hood can only talk jive I Murder pussies like you 9 rounds for 9 lives! |
LhoOd:I take a crowbar to the hood and disfigure this mummy Reshape your body to a 'L' you my ventriloquist dummy Convert Lhood to a Melancholic from a choleric- funny You only outspoken to yourself, you a soliloquist... {humming} . . You talk about a defibrillator but it's a shock you ain't clear You ain't Hood, you more like an alleyway in here So it's fitting when my Sigsauer leaves two exits in your rear I can't call you a new cat, yet you not an OG here You from the abstract dimension; you neither here nor there! . . Nothing original? So be it...I'm the expensive woke remake Fucking up your childhood memories, Ip's you gotta love to hate I stay committed to the niche of self-reflective witty takes you still a basic PH hood nigga, so I get your distaste . . Maybe I'm in my feelings some... you did eulogize your diss some, So I'm a let off on the whip Hang this L on "hood" like a sign on a "learner's" whip |
I fell off but never lost ma touch I just changed screen guard Balling with an attitude, middle finger is how I point guards Like, "Bleep tha Authority!" No basketball I'm technical, a renegade Anger issues, daddy issues, making capital like DC's latest issue you done ever see real killer,? ain't talking Quaker Oats I killed so many rappers, this my confession notes This is flow for rank, spill yo guts and drop a quote we've seen destroyers, gleaming yatchs, and also paper boats Coat of arms on ma sleeves, you don't want ma arm in coats Painting the city red but the paint doesn't coat . . Emotion over emulsion.. Your flows give me deja vu fevers Cause your lines, we know like palm readers Switch up like Benson But pay this Ruger mortgage Soul a New yam no tuber shortage - jeez Just ate a full ham now craving cottage - cheese |
I'mma be real, no lies cutting my coat to my size each morning when I rise I give thanks I'm not demised rolling stones in my hands till my Lazarus'll rise binoculars to the sky cos I been hearing time flies introspecting unrelenting, reflecting on tomorrow expecting to be boo'd up, hope I never ride solo i'm soulo like absoul the realest G I ever followed hoping for an afterlife even though I say Yolo so down to Earth, I was buried alive but bounced back like a yoyo coal iron for depressing times, call me Joey Pogo Don't judge a book by the cover, or a brand by the logo I used to be a Gunna, score and slatt like Sanogo . . give me flowers while I breathe, don't go waste it on no epitaph while you jones like Kaligraph, I'm trippy wavy like a polygraph I used to have cold feet, so I turned off the leg A.C When I'm gone, my stories live on, as my legacy I disable rappers with a ninja star to the femoral vein Drip too hard I flood the streets like a hurricane wanna kill this Abel? you better hurry Cain For now I'm signing out, but first a shout out to my nigga Paayne |
I'm a party animal yet an agent of karma Armed with verbs so niggas watch my text like K-drama Got anger issues so I party with a vengeance So when I club you niggas your cause of death is blunt force trauma Like religious fanatics, y'all be holding candle sticks Draped in white garments, bathing at Badagary Beach Fearing the “unknown” cos Soul be coming to “x” you quick Still can't put 2 and 2 together, applied mathematics I've been eating rappers like 3 meal courses Soul a white Mare and still what a Dark Horse is Josephine’s nightmare, my fists leaves you red faced, it's how I spare your blushes I got the skills of the marine, no be juju when you fighting special forces My words synonymous with imagery I like my jpegs in .Doc form I got Ronaldinho’s ability, a nutmegging affinity No clothe pegs, I hang your girl in ma room Knock her knees, blow out her back, the sound go kaboom Now she can't close her legs, when she sights me...Genu Varum |
Voting in a bit...let me reread but looks like jagbahantis night scrapd this **Modified** Opener - joe 《harder punch》 Rhymes - Joe 《more consisted》 Metaphors/similes - Tie Punchlines - Jagbajantis 《tight but the flux reference tilted this in his favour》 Personals - Joe Wordplays - Jagbajantis Flow - jagbajantis 《had some stretches tho, but will flow better if it's on wax》 Closer - Jagbajantis 《No wow factor from both ninjas.. the mathematical reference was a recycled punch, and Jagb’s fruit reference seems to be missing a preceeding or follow up punch, the jungle justice bar tilted this in his favour》 Joewendell - 4 Jagbajantis - 5 Narrow win for Jagbajantis |
JoeWendell: Lucifer gave you a call? C’mon Hoe we know how that's false The only calls you get are cat calls You ain't smart, you slow like sad songs . . Cause you everyone's bitch and nobody’s baby Intelligent rap? Cut the crap, dog, and stop spreading rabies I know I got you shook, when you put my lines on the table Fuckin crack head, no know book, snort them lines, ’fore you get mentally disabled . . I make you think outside the box While you locked up in the box, Even with 6 feet under you, you still as short as ankle socks . . Reality check? I bring the blade to your neck And when the director yells cut, I spill your blood on the deck This a horror movie but Soul’s still in character, and that's bad for you...you just an extra on the set . . I already killed you once, amma do it again Cos you zombie like BMC Without an ounce of pedigree Your demise was premeditated but I still catch the 3rd degree . . Hoe, stop spitting technical words that confuse you Before you get me alarmed, I'll proactively snooze you... Take your girl to Syracuse, do her some favours, show her views, we watch your funeral on the news, and since you couldn't get it up and her coochie’s under used, ama screw her till she's nuts and in hell you blow ya fuse...and when I'm bored I dig ya grave...excavate your corpse, abuse... . . Like a necrophile, you've been added to my murdered negro pile My writing style is different, that puts me in the top percentile But your style is generic, and worse you don't stand out..you a simple low profile, a fuckin corrupt data file! |
JoeWendell: You must think you savage joe But you same ol’ average joe What's with the referencing my abs You keeping tabs like a new window? It's no secret your girl charge batteries On her lil pink dildö Cos your fake preek got no arteries So you charged with assault batteries Cos you a angry, little dickless man, a Tranny yeah we know Who you calling wack? Imma give you 50 claps Mutilate your corpse, spread the word like Evangelist tracks Dead men tell no tales So we let the Coroner translate, If you Bleep with Soul, your soul's gonna be outside Heaven’s gate You need testosterone shots, cat you getting too sentimental Always yapping bout my abs but I school you like elemental Your error prone thoughts gon get you buried like a placenta You a Hoe...Hold the phone, Joe are you Josephine or Jecincta? Let soul give you scrolls from Aleister So you can claim you read devils like a manU fan Your bars are shiit, dude get your pen up out your keister Let a surgeon cut your coat to your size, with cheap threads at the seams HoeWendell is on the gurney at My Theater of Dreams |
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Nothing changed... Fadal is still biting with a toothless grin Afrocentric? Nah - AfroBasket but a hoop-less dream I remember when he dissed me, but I let the Time test him And the judgement? He a has been, never was the next best thing See how I rough him up a little with small mic testing Leo Messi vs Balogun at the New Teslim Nothing changed... JoeWendell still run commentaries like Jim Beglin then finds a recourse when I send a daily mail from the Kremlin I'm no Vladmir but I put in holes in him like a golf course If you ever block the flow ama mud you like I'm doing dredging Nothing changed... Vermaniace is still the coon in the cocoon This nigga thinks he a beast, but more like a racoon The poster boy of self deceit You ain't King, and if you were, even Mort won't near the feet You drop one flow per year and no be say the flow self sweet This is flow for rank ma nigga no go wear camo for street Nothing changed... I'm still soulo but infact more Sanctimonous Could make the devil act religious I still sodomize your mental health with words so sacrilegious I still maintain that I am Legend, my will Smith &Wesson focused I still spray these cats stray bullets, like the fuckin Naija Police New year but nothing changed, I'm still Soul and I still got it. |
cazchi:Sure. You can copy and the first you quoted and paste it |
cazchi:Thank you so much. The sun will surely rise again |
cazchi:Okay.. |
cazchi:Yessir |
In the land of the rising sun Echo the voice of crying moms They watch in grief then fade away As souls depart their dying sons The sun a crimson shade again All the blood been spilled again By monsters wielding heavy guns Killing us with glee again Dig our Earth, uproot our seed Bodies hang on trees again Like clothes left to dry in sun Things were not the same again Still, in the land of rising Sun The heat will rise a new degree All the shadows fall behind When we face the rising sun, There comes a shout of Jubilee We will raise up fighting sons Robed in rays of light and hope Cause half a yellow sun gives hope of what tomorrow can become
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paper chasing watch me run it like a Kenyan Life's a race, I'm black and Nigerian it's crazy how the pace is, cops chasing people chasing, keep your lace in and stay menacing silence is golden but times like this, it's a folly speak your mind bro, nobody holy I'm always in a good mood..ain't even popping molly sipping lin in litres, ain't never in a hurry run out of fingers, tryna count my sin red eyes - but a baby faced assasin And I'm a product of my scars the future of my bars sapiosexual sodomy, this a mental sin Just watch how I devour this beat, Mister officer, that's my name...i'm patrolling this beat I never brag tho I achieved a couple feats I'm not done till I shock the whole streets This single icoss by a single, I'm searching for the perfect feat I mean a feature not a fetish, Tho I love girls with perfect feet... French kissing is a gift When I'm down on the clit.... Okay...... Paper chasing I got the horse power More power Shake the world when I blow like Twin Towers.... I'm out of this world I shampoo with meteor showers On the move 24/7, the Naija Jack Bauer I'm lkke Benson when I switch from queens to pidgin Just to show say ma dexterity na follow come with vision That means all eyes on Soul, na only me waka come.. |
One night for Obalende I dey wait my nigga Kehinde Him dey come meet me from Mende, Na so I dey, for where men dey Them be bad men, I no sende I be sharp guy, I no offende Besides nigga dey on flexing, I mean babes dey, even beer dey . . . After one bottle I realize, E go pay me, make I socialize Cos my nigga fit to waste time, I con dey find one babe to colonize . . . I see one chick, she get eye ring Get nose ring, her name na Irene Na she pickup-line wey I ring She dey feel the boy, ye! I win Until sirene . . ...Come spoil show Person shout, "them don show" Na so Irene no gree run show, She pick race, commot shoe . . . Na so Olopa see me for street Wan come dey do face like shiit They ask, "who be this? We know you are packing the heat, give us something, make we no run you for street" Them handcuff me put me for seat Come dey drive me round town, Dey patrol their beat I dey try my best not to frown Cos money no dey, even to go back my street! |
Paayne:Holla |
Deep |
you gon never catch me slacking no holster but I'm always packing I'm the gypsy king so much fury in this punch I'm packing it's enticing how I master the sweet science like Tyson/ punch lines like fury and Mike I got the magic but all I really need is one Mic soro soke werey we both know you a dyke I trip you up in a box I defend like van Dijk Ghost riding downtown, with extensions on my bike I'm the grim reaper what you think I got in the sack? still got cracks in my walls, cos these walls got stoned been paying for my sins..lots of debts that I owe like Willem Dafoe, I got the outlook of a foe the aura of paranoia, from living in the deep end these scars that I own cos I had no one to depend each day was like a weekend, lin up then listen to the weekend cos this life...you could have a strong start but a weak end I drop jewels everytime that I spit A ruby heart, diamond mind, Golden Goose when I shit drop deep knowledge in 1 minute like a comedy skit to get me through these parts these dark waters i sip from the dark daughters of Eve life's a bitch, I dick the earth and I bury my seed with a lil dirt on ma name I only wanna succeed |