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e fit be say na true u talk,
but i no see how e go work,
cuz dis una fruit real sweet to pluck,
with time i no sey people go flock,
and dis we thread go rock,
but still yet, make we no gawk,
we fit carry dis we market hawk,
with enough luck,
we fit hail am like pork,
even put am on export for dock,
cuz e too cool like ice block,
i no sey some people go mock,
some go even dey yarn okp'ats like f@@k,
but if we firm up put mind inside sock,
hol' we side tight like tummy tuck,
and refuse to siddon look like duck,
we fit gather mush pass even sellers of stock. . . . . . . . .

Madam maedan, i see sey u dey online,
na whish time u sign?
hope u dey very fine,
how d weekend 4 ur line,
abi rain turn ur area to riverine?
omo i jus twist like twine,
e dey do me like sey i dey quarantine,
since morning things jus dey 1 kain,
from police palaver to no food for dine,
iron come burn my shirt wey be calvin klein,
i no fit club again becuz e don pass nine,
and i no fit dribble my people becuz i no be argentine
for inside my house i no go fit to drink wine,
or find party people wey i go follow grine'
as e come be sey i no get babe of mine,
my today no jus resemble valentine. . . .

i for sey make i shout halleluya
as e be like i be d only playa,
but how e go be wen u go shop of mai-suya,
no egg dey fry for fire,
or u go d joint of enuf man'ya,
and all ur men dem don ka'ya
no be my praya,
sey make una now come tire,
becuz d way una don make dis thread waya,
e no jus set make una retire!

shue'eppes, una tink sey me i don surrender,
bobz, me be rugged defender,
omo me i be all weather,
i too mush to jus be ta'shere pretender,
if u still dey ponder
use one eye sheck una calendar,
u go see sey na only jus 1 week or under,
dis na becuz i jus leave naija delta yonder,
clear from tom-pollo and JTF thunder,
and return to eko d land of wonder. . . . .

dis no be play becuz we no dey stage,
d luv i get 4 u omo dem no fit guage,
from small pikin to old age,
e no matter say we no be d same language,
u dey sweet my bodi pass orange,
babi if to sey u be maths u 4 good pass average,
i no be book but u don turn my page,
babi boo d way u hook me like i dey inside cage,
i no be van damme but 4 u i go chop liver find courage
pepper no rest but anyhow, anyhow i go arrange,
even if na ko'le work i go pack garbage,
if dat wan no reash i go clear drainage,
even go join alaye 4 garage,
as a lagos boy i go way manage,
i fit kpai if we no disengage,
me no sabi dance but on dat day i go rock fuji-cabbage,
becuz na only u i wan spend my life with 4 marriage,

chura:
RuuDie, your poem is nice.
to me it is mystical and philosophical.
but what do you mean by "the being is incomplete"

pls,check my new poem 'everybody is angry'

thanx. . . . .

the "being" as a NOUN - refers to a human or living thing

Baba God no go gree we see kasala,
not even small kwanta,
we life dem go sweet pass asala,
all na we prayer,
oya follow me shout halleluyah,
maedan abeg no laff dis no be okpata,
dis thing do me sotey i tire,
my mind tell me sey u fit end dis waka,
dats why i come table d matter,
abegi make u helep for dis my wahala,
if na to pay with with rice and cassava,
i fit try small becuz me i be common farmer,
and i no too get naira,
oga roty me i no be toaster
or small boy casanova,
or d man wey call imsef mr lova lova,
i no get liver to put asunder,
better wey people jackee tey'lee to discover. . . . .

Maedan abeg jus maintain
and hear d matter wey dey worry my brain
Na dis love matter again,
d way d thing dey pain,
e be like dem baff me hot water rain,
na one edu wey jus dey carry me train,
i no jus no know how to explain,
in fact, she don carry my heart waka like aeroplane,
wen i hear her voice d happy no fit jus contain,
d sweetness pass sugar cane,
instead to lose her my make my market no gain
my small money make agbero obtain,
if ee'ke like make dem detain,
for her love i fit climb mountain,
shuo, warri river sef na fountain,
for where she dey, no long thing like plantain,
i fit waka from abule-egba to costain,
all for her to dey sustain. . . . . .

dis wan pass shoot bird,
d chic'alla don finish scatter my head,
wetin dey hol me now na jus needle and thread,
evryday na im my eye dey red,
for night na so so cry for bed,
sumtym e be like i jus dey dead,
walahi i don dey too frustrated,
shey becuz i be aje kpa'ko born and bred,
or i no get house or even simple shed,
abi na becuz i no fit buy butter and bread,
she dey call me nerd,
i don write luv letter "a" to zed,
so she go dey reminded,
how mush she dey needed,
abi make i run enter market square naked?

wetin i fit do make she blend,
make she jus look me small and send,
i no even mind to go join MEND,
if na to borrow people plenty wey go lend,
i no sey her toasters plenty and i no fine reash to contend,
d kain place she dey enter i no fit attend,
but nothing wey she do dey make me offend,
if any pesin try her i go gree'dai to defend,
make sure sey ti'ti lai'lai on no man she go depend,
d luv wey me get so no be jus pretend,
as day dey go d more my heart dey bend,
dis my sick na only she get the power to amend,
e don reash five years and na make we jus be friend,
how she no dey see sey my for luv her no go ever end!?