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You are goooooooooooood. Full stop. I would like to meet you.

Gosh, You are a talented, gifted, innovative, artistic writer, you brought tears to my eyes, It was what every man felt for that one girl when he was a boy and what he feels now that they are grown up. This poem is the best i've read this year. Thank you for blessing my month with it, O! one more thing, DONT EVER STOP WRITING!

Before she did it,
Was haunted by defeat.
Happiness never came my way;
Despair was all I left.
Until the fateful day
‘Wunmi kissed me.

‘Wunmi kissed me
And time stood still.
Pain lost its meaning,
Hope got new beginning.
Fear left in flight,
Heaven did I feel.

Time, you thief who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me
Say I’m growing old, but add,
‘Wunmi kissed me.


(c) Femi Goro Johnson with Leigh Hunt

NEPA
Let there be light
And there was no light
There was Nepa

And


Love You

I love you
Even though it's a lie

Now I’m gone
So please take back
The colour
The language
The riches
It was never mine
So I give back
All given to me
Life
Love
Thoughts
It won’t serve me where I’m going to
Nothing I brought so nothing will I take back
As to dust I return after I breathe my last.



(c) Femi Goro Johnson, gorociano@gmail.com

I met this girl
She was, she was
Perfect beyond words
I met this girl
She was, she was
Ravishingly stunning
Stunningly ravishing
I met this girl
She was, she was
With eyes filled
With snow with milk
Creamy, thick, diamond milk
I met this girl
She was, she was
O! I’m lost for words

Meeting was by chance
In the boisterous light of her hall
The fascination, when it came was not small
Though fleeting, it had me by the balls

Dismissed as not real
But in the dark recess
Kept gnawing at me
Throwing me towards restless

Up and down I went
Left and right I greeted
East and west were congratulation
Its not easy having one’s convocation

Slugging home in harmattan haze
After jollying and frolicking of the day
Moving swiftly with dainty steps I heard
In my front the object of my inner stress

Warmth grew as I approached
Questioning why beauty should brood
Haze disappeared the moment she spoke
Love grew faster than a mushroom

In my mind I was spoken for
Never again will I make such proposition
But for her it was not straightforward
Simply ‘cause she lacked conviction

How much art thou o conviction?
I’ll get Fort Knox if that is your price
Where art thou hidden, o conviction?
I’ll search in the Hades and polar ice
How far art thou, o conviction?
I’ll thread for thee in galaxies far from sight.

Searching maniacally, this I have been doing
Looking voraciously, this has been my cross
Working tirelessly so I could afford it
But I fear that when this is got
Captured, bought and bottled up
To present to the fairest of all
It may be too late
For while waiting she may choose another mate
I pause to bemoan this fate
Precious time lost while stock I take
Losses higher than Himalaya Mountains
Wounds deeper than Ogburu gorge
Still I carry on strenuously
Stubbornly I believe fervently
Even if one in a million
A hope there is for her as my hubby.


(c) Femi Goro Johnson, gorociano@gmail.com

Have been escaping neatly
But with Fola, I met my folly
We met at the NYSC
On a cold dawn when you can barely see
Shivering, cursing, sleepy, wondering
Why punish me for my degree?
Out of the misty melee
Came out the sun in its magnificent beauty
Fola, my folly.

Approach at first was a problem
But thank God for our number of the emblem
‘Cause it caused us into the same platoon
And soon started gisting like mouth and spoon
By the third day I was in love
A state I’ve been escaping before
With a feeling of orgasmic exhilaration
And a heart beating with trepidation
On the fourth, I confessed barring all inhibitions

With a smile that could melt an asteroid
No. The response same, hitting with a shock
Why? My mouth was moving without control
Why? My body was shivering with cold
Why? My mind was numbed with sorrow
Why? My heart turned to an hollow silo.
The answer finally came in the evening
We belonged to different sect in Christianity
So, religion lost me my one and only.


(c) Femi Goro Johnson, gorociano@gmail.com, 08039274698




Tell me what you think.

Wow, a nigerian writing in my favourite genre---Sci-fi. I will tell u it's a bit too much to take in, and the story is quite Good, I'll get back to you, let me process it first so my own logical unit will not fry like the antimatter nano bugs, wait. Are you a Physicist like me?

Amen to the prayer and Kudos to the Poet!


Port-harcout is a lovely city on the bloated delta, loves the viit anytime i come around.

‘Segun woke up on Friday feeling randy,
As usual he’ll do something about it.
After all as a Master of the City,
He gets it a lot, mostly for free.

So off he went to his office.
Half-hearted, he did a little bit.
Office work was pure drudgery,
When compared to nightfall’s bliss.

The sun rose and fell out of the sky,
The eagles slept and bats came to fly,
Men tuck away good, bringing the evil.
Segun and others becoming less civil.

And so he went to his favourite hangout
Somewhere along Allen roundabout,
Downing copious amount of the dark lager,
He chose a girl sitting in the dark corner.

The motion was getting so smooth
From practice and being overused.
Many girls have fallen prey to him,
As did Titi, the new girl too.

The girl really liked him, he could tell,
But still refused to be a vessel just for sex.
Like before, he slipped things in her drink.
Happily, she went with him in a blink.

In his Accord she threw herself at him.
Like his pulse, racing to UnCloth him;
But with adroit, a leash he kept on her
As he raced to his condo in Gbagada.

Oldman gateman opened with a sigh,
Shaking his head at this common sight.
‘Segun opened the door with high gusto;
To his abattoir, lamb Titi in toe.

Off came his dress, off came hers.
Laid her on the bed as he prepared
To enter the place, like Tuface said.
On came the rubber, as all things’ set.

“Are you using a condom” said the girl
“’Cos I’m HIV positive. I feel I should tell
As I just got the result yesterday
And I feel we’re getting pretty intimate”

The rubber dropped as he went flaccid.
Titi smiled at him saying “Please come in”
Lust fled his body with tremendous alacrity.
‘Segun went on his knees, singing Godly praises.

From that day, he started doing without it,
At least until he get married.
Eventually, he found he could do without it,
Given the right incentive.

(Femi Goro Johnson, gorociano@gmail.com, 08039274698)
(c)2009

Chidi is trying to portray the moment when Miss Flora Shaw, sleeping with her boss, came about the idea of the name called Nigeria and with administrative adroit merged two companies under one leadership,


Chidi is a certified madman. I love madmen and their works, Double thumbs up.

Will you say I do?
Dont make me beg, please do.
i have found out
i can't live without you.
I'm dropping my foolish pride
And assuming the docile woman.

Your people, my people
Your blood, my blood.
Will I die for you?
Yes, of course.

As for the angst, stirring
In bad-belle people,
My dear dont worry.
let not your heart fickle.
I sense in the cosmos
That God is with us.

Ours is a spiritual connection
Of a gargantuan proportion
,

A tear for the lady (Hope this actually never happened o, ) and a cheer for the poet!

‘Segun woke up on Friday feeling randy,
As usual he’ll do something about it.
After all as a Master of the City,
He gets it a lot, mostly for free.

So off he went to his office.
Half-hearted, he did a little bit.
Office work was pure drudgery,
When compared to nightfall’s bliss.

The sun rose and fell out of the sky,
The eagles slept and bats came to fly,
Men tuck away good, bringing the evil.
Segun and others becoming less civil.

And so he went to his favourite hangout
Somewhere along Allen roundabout,
Downing copious amount of the dark lager,
He chose a girl sitting in the dark corner.

The motion was getting so smooth
From practice and being overused.
Many girls have fallen prey to him,
As did Titi, the new girl too.

The girl really liked him, he could tell,
But still refused to be a vessel just for sex.
Like before, he slipped things in her drink.
Happily, she went with him in a blink.

In his Accord she threw herself at him.
Like his pulse, racing to UnCloth him;
But with adroit, a leash he kept on her
As he raced to his condo in Gbagada.

Oldman gateman opened with a sigh,
Shaking his head at this common sight.
‘Segun opened the door with high gusto;
To his abattoir, lamb Titi in toe.

Off came his dress, off came hers.
Laid her on the bed as he prepared
To enter the place, like Tuface said.
On came the rubber, as all things’ set.

“Are you using a condom” said the girl
“’Cos I’m HIV positive. I feel I should tell
As I just got the result yesterday
And I feel we’re getting pretty intimate”

The rubber dropped as he went flaccid.
Titi smiled at him saying “Please come in”
Lust fled his body with tremendous alacrity.
‘Segun went on his knees, singing Godly praises.

From that day, he started doing without it,
At least until he get married.
Eventually, he found he could do without it,
Given the right incentive.

(Femi Goro Johnson, gorociano@gmail.com, 08039274698)
(c) Lugbajo Publishers 2009

Emeka, I'm your No 1 fan. This is awesome. Me?, I'm a man scorrned! I will try and expatiate on this notion in my new writings, but this is profound. Double Thumbs UP!

The urge to become the best writer I can be!

I like the first person myself, I fell in love with it when I read James hadley Chase's "Miss Shumway Waves A Wand" way back, Keep it up bro, Me Like!

@Wokargwa: thank you for your comment. i really agree with you on the duty of a writer and that our religious fundamentalist are hypocritical. funnily enough i had the idea of this poem just after taking the holy communion,

@ nettose, d bukky you know served in lagos in 2007? if yes then she mght be,

@emeka_gh.: thanks my man, you are most definitely a wonderful poet, your piece on nagging and the one on your blog on women's fury are excellent. May your pen never run dry!

I pay my tithe
Half in the church
Half in the beer parlour

I'm not alone in doing this
Those that call me a cheat
Saying I rob paul and pay pete
Are at best simpleton novice
And worst are average hypocritess
Who would love to join mine and me
In our happy hour Sunday evening
Beside the cathedral at the den of Iya Titi

I pay my tithe
Half in the church
Half in the beer parlour

Reality check; there are two Cathedrals
The white, gleaming St. Peter's Cathedral
And the brownish, faint St Bottle's Cathedral
There physical proximity thus presenting
A moral dilemma for any full-blooded man
Of a woman born and a man sired
So to pull on the horms of my dilemma
I choose both and I go half-in-half

I pay my tithe
Half in the church
Half in the beer parlour

I like the teachings of Brother Paul
Espousing ways of living and growing
Together in our community in harmony
But I love Brother Peter's things
Especially those his wonderful offsprings
Who brewed the first of those medicine
A man need once or twice a week
For his soul to ease the pain of life

I pay my tithe
Half in the church
Half in the beer parlour

In church, the novice tells me
Lies justice, fairness and equity
And eternal life at the other side
I laugh over my drink at such naivety
He doesn't know the the corporate church
Can also author all that is vile and corrupt
As for what's on the other side of life
He's never been there and can't really tell

I pay my tithe
Half in the church
Half in the beer parlour

Why should I waste my breath on them?
From time immemorial it hasn't much help
Hasn't changed them from the inglorious trend
As castigating hypocrites is like flogging
A corpse in order to make it living
A thoroughly unrewarding exercise in futility
So, like Sunny, I say "let them say"
As I continue in the time-tested way

I pay my tithe
Half in the church
Half in the beer parlour

(c)Lugbajo Publishers 2009

Brilliant men, just brilliant

@ nettose, thanks for the correction.

@all: Thank you very much for the comments, it don dey make my head swell small small sha,

well for me its ATLAS SHRUGGED BY AYN RAND, very philosophical and gets down o the nitty gritty of everything in life, I had a copy but it was so good it got eaten by termites!, Anyone know how i can get another copy, e- or othrwise?

P.s it was voted the second most influential book after the bible in the lif of it's readers!

Hi guys, this is my first foray into novel writing and i'm postimg my first chapter to you guys to ask for what you think, Comments and criticism are highly welcomed, most especially from publishers and editors, Thanks.