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Barbel was a lucky find
Who knew so much good could come out of a one night stand
Too many close calls is no good for me
I have being through hell
And now I am here
Experience indeed is the best teacher
As vigilant as the meerkat manor
So has become my approach in every manner
From now onward
May only favorable things come to me
From the casinos of Las Vegas
To the restaurants of London
I said
Let there be fun
Even fun without consequence.

ORIGINS


Oh Nigeria, the land of my birth,
How long shall you suffer?
worn out by the weight of hopelessness
Amongst wishes for better qualities of life.

Whose desire for incorruptible leadership
Is as distant as the starry skies.

Oh sweet land of tropical bliss,
Do your mosquitoes still bite at night?
Do your cocks still crow at dawn?
Yearning to announce a new era of hope for your children
From the hardships and desperations of your ghettos.

Oh Nigeria, my Fatherland
Does your endless political strives still
Drowns the mind with uncertainties.

Like a burning candle,
Melting beneath the heat of its own light,
I melt with compassion for you,
My Motherland

Oh sons and daughters of Nigeria,
How long shall you long?
From wishful thoughts.

It is I,
I said,
Let me cut your coats for you
According to you sizes.

Like Oliver Twist,
I wanted more
Bean cake and Fried cassava porridge
Processed on worn out kerosene stoves.

I'm from the tongue that discerned the taste,
I'm from the stomach that couldn't discriminate.

I am from the Country of power outages
Whose electric bills had been paid
Yet there was no electricity to use.

I am from fields of shattered dreams,
I lent a helping hand
From my broken wings,

I couldn't afford to buy some glue
I've had too many mouths to feed.