I pray I make it back to my origin with my mental health
My guts Broken and shattered like the mirror
My eye balls have run dry making these tear drops
I have become a fugitive in my home and an outlaw in thine eyes
Stuck in this sand of time as I loose track of reality
Lost my hopes, begging for a penance at whatever cost

I have become watchful as suicide hovers above my thoughts.
For something I know totally nothing about I innocently carried the cross
Silent while my heart is sore and shredded into pieces
It seems being the good guy has become a taboo
Looking at where religion has placed me makes me question His supremacy
Lurking these emancipated streets has earned me the lone wolf
Searching for the fallen star so I can make a wish


Whatever love or happiness left in me has given way for hatred and anger
I rather die in solitude than surrounded by friends
Replaying the scene of how my breath will be taken away for the tenth time
I feel the adrenaline rushing upoj through my veins
Recognizing the glasses before I could see his eyes 
Dark, sunken and filled with hate but his heart even darker
Could it be today as I patiently await the cold hands of death


How graciously the sheep has fed with the wolves
That I know not who I have grown to become
He gave up hopes of survival as he knew it was time
And before he could move, the sound


I have lived different life times
Shed eight lives as I await the final
Hoping I never have to live a life of lies 
A thousand tales will lay peacefully beside me
I have cried in the rain and danced to the rhythm of the wind
I admire the stars above and have conversed with few on earth
Lost in my thoughts
Laughed and partied with my demons
While stuck in my forever hunting past
There must be a place of peace for me after here
A reward for this torture,
A life without a purpose
And if there isn't a better place after here
I want it to be fast without seeing my life flash pass

I walked the earth searching
For the impossible
I fought hard craving for what I probably might never see
At the point where both world meet I sat
Emancipated like the labourers of Solomon's mine
Lost in my beliefs with these de ja vu
The tenderness of my bleeding heart
Punctured and fading like the shooting star
Unlike the shooting star it fades without a purpose

I am Lost
Patiently waiting for the sunrise to guide me
For this time my life might fade with the sunset
A puppet without a purpose
And a soldier without a mission I have become
I silently listen as the crickets sings my Ode
But this time they seem so high above me
In what gathering shall I dine tonight
In what body will I be reborn

-Stephen Oshioma Imoyera

My past glories I would gladly become as I whistled with the pines
For I have seen men and I have beheld legends
keenly watched men play with boys and seen boys dine with death
Yet my misguided soul lays to tell these tales
Tales my very shadows takes refuge from
Whose and what failure I have grown to become ?
For I have dined with the great Dragon Lord Seth, the last there ever is
Whom I later introduced to Lady Beatrice daughter of Lord Thomas
I have also been filled with all the world held on Vitamin S.A
Oh what wisdom I acquired from the Lady Joanna
She, who would gladly rip the world apart to understand how it works
It was my very before Benzyl exploded the great Nitta Rays palace
I have told and lived tales to be told by all who read outside the box
But never could anyone manipulate my well read mind As to the greatest Queen ever lived, Queen Evelyn
Her smile I attribute not even to Aphrodite’s, tales would be told it conquered Zeus rage
With beauty the stars admired from the heavens
And yes to my expeditions I would relate to Vasco’s
As the currents of Okpohimi wrecked my aqua phobia
Lest I forget my voyages to the clouds with Khalifa the Great
How much of a honor it was working and walking with kings
Kings who conquered the world spreading their dominance across the earth
And Kings who fell apart but their tales would be told for generations to come or forgotten like yesterday
I have seen slaves turned free men in times of war
it was I amongst others who could tell of Luther’s dream
Yet Luther never got to hear how good Vandrose could sing
to the serfs I have conversed and shared moments
It is to this second I can’t ascertain the level of my defeat
And yes I was defeated, defeated by Sire Nesta’s words
Words that brought me to reality, to see my mother
With her sagged breasts and emotions so deep
Eyes filled with tears as she stared at me with shame
Now I wish Redeem could redeem my Ma's brightest moments
How much of a sheep a black man like me has become
How could I ever get to look into my father my king eyes in the afterlife
To the moments I shared with my king watching the stars now seem like an illusion unless he abides with them up there
Not even Imh Malv’s sonorous voice would render such moments
At this point I wish to set sail for Lady Michelle’s fantasy
Yet no ship on board to set sail such a voyage


Stephen Imoyera Oshioma

NOTE: All names in this writeup are real and very much alive

How majestic they looked in the night sky.
To the perfectly shaped blood moon I give a piece of my mind in silence and to the stars he admired before he joined them I'll admire too till it's my time. --- Simo


How time flies that he has lost track of it's existence and the reality he dwells, he had calculated every step, every move, every possible way to make it through so he could get a hold of himself, a night so cold yet he had sweats dripping all over, even the stars could not preside over such an occasion, a bloody night that would put smiles and laughter to his mouth and all those who participated in the feast till it's their last breath.
If he could turn this water into wine he will without hesitation knowing fully well that he is just one out of a million that would but he is no God so he lives each day like the lost soul he is. He is living the life of his father or any other man in this world not knowing who but feels they're all walking through a serie of straight lines just at different intervals. He walks with the living yet lives like the dead, forgotten like the wind that just blew past, what is his penance ? He would always ask, what offering shall he burn to redeem himself ? Hoping and begging his creator to send his future blessings to his present so he'd be able to see the future. Admiring the brightest stars each night gives him hope he could get to shine bright as them some day, so another child would wish to shine bright like him when he's gone just like he did another but reality remains silent, He knows he has to break free, emancipating himself from this mental slavery that feasts on his thoughts.

His thoughts has always been his haven until it was overthrown, overthrown by these same thoughts. He has lived and he's still leaving, dancing to the sounds, breathing this air and fading with every tik tock.
He finds himself battling endlessly to see the next hour as he is uncertain of his victory, not knowing what the next minute, next hour, next decade holds for him, what maggot will come feast on his flesh as he sleeps endlessly beneath the earth. If only he is certain of a better life after death then he would willingly loose this battle but like we all he is not certain of an afterlife, he is not certain if he would roam this earth after death or live in the city of Gold. Each day presenting a whole new episode as though he is trying to know more than he can take and be wise to just himself without living by the rules of a simple man.


The manner in which these events unfolds
And the tone at which he hears his name from beneath his feet makes him uncertain of his next sunrise. Q¹Lost in his shelter, living an old life at an early age. The smile on their faces as they passed by made him feel like a god on earth, could it be the Christmas scent that filled the air that placed such beautiful smiles on their faces ? well it did not matter much to him as he was in his fullest, happy as the sun. The urge, the zeal, passion that drives him is one you'll understand only if you are him, the first amongst others made him a god in their eyes, so he strives for the best at whatever cost it may be.


Stephen Imoyera Oshioma

Sitting shirtless in the dark has always been a traditional rite for him but not this night. The cold wasn’t so cold like every other night but this night it was capable of freezing every spine in his body. He has been there for about an hour lost in natures beauty when nightmare on elm street brushed through his photographic memory. It’s just a fiction just as the nun he tried gathering some hope, just then he heard 'NOT THIS NIGHT'. With all his adrenaline could gather he leapt to flee, only to see himself in an open space, now the cold increased but this time the moon was nowhere to be found and his African adrenaline cried for help only to see his very self laughing so hard. With a thousand questions rushing down his mind no answer seem to ride along, he had fell not asleep he pondered and a cold voice replied 'Oh yes you did lad and now you're mine'. Frederick Sire, his nervous system concurred. 'I want to take you on a journey on how death feels like for I will love to make you my puppet but I don’t need your consent or do I ? he had asked rhetorically, with mouth so wide exposing those razor like set of teeth he laughed hard. Mike ran as fast and far as his legs could take him bringing him to the very spot he had started again, Frederick laughed wide and asked mockingly “are you done running” at this very point Mike felt his heart trying to escape through his mouth for his adrenaline had deserted him already. Now I will kill you slowly, if only he knew Mike had died a thousand times within for fear had kill every cell in his body, what betrayal death will feel for fear had taken his meal already. A sweet voice echoed through Mikes ears as he raised his head to see his girlfriend asking “what is it babe?” he quickly grabbed her for a deep hug for she had rescued him from Federick just when he felt calm and decided to tell her what had happened he saw it was Vladak who had offered such warm hug.

How majestic they looked in the night sky
To the perfectly shaped blood moon I give a piece of my mind in silence and to the stars dad admired before he joined them I'll admire too till it's my time.

How time flies that he has lost track of it's existence and the reality he dwells
Laughing in pains whenever he remembers his childhood is something he still isn't used to
The crickets has given up on him and offers no melody of hope to soothe his ears
If he could turn this water into wine he would without hesitation but he is no God so he lives each day like the lost soul he is
Alive yet he lives like the dead, forgotten like the wind that just blew past
Hoping and begging his creator to send his future blessings to his present so he'd be able to see the future
Admiring the stars each night gives him hope he could get to shine bright as them some day but reality says otherwise
His thoughts has always been his haven until it was overthrown by suicidal thoughts
He finds himself battling endlessly to see the next hour as he is uncertain of his victory
If only he is certain of a better life after death then he would willingly loose this battle
The way each day unveils
Manner at which these events unfolds
And the tone at which he hears his name from beneath his feet makes him uncertain of his next sunrise.

I watched this wall crumble on my feet with the smile of victory radiating on my lips though I wasn’t present at Jericho, now I watch my life crumbling before my existence.

With blood shot eyes he managed to see his life taking a stroll without him hoping it doesn’t get too far off that it’ll wonder
The way It’ keeps going through his head and the current at which they came I’d compare with the Atlantic, could it be today ?
Struggling with the darkness isn’t something he is used to but how he remains a constant failure is what continues to baffle him
Ashamed of his existence made him ready to see his dad again and laugh so hard to Solomon’s jokes, missing reality always gives him a rethink but how long it’ll last is something he knows not.
Have you ever been so close to death that you can’t tell what reality you’re in. Like King David he was a king and unlike Him he was a Lone Ranger sinking in this sand of time
It is clear he will soon be forgotten cause he never lived life like the Wright Brothers or even Ford.
It still drives him crazy each time reality dawns on him knowing he has become a demon like those his mother warned about, how art thy mighty fallen.
Hearing his name when no one calls drives him mad even more, could it be his last or possibly a distant relation to Samuel
Driven towards an end he doesn’t know makes him uncertain of his next breath.

Stephen Oshioma Imoyera

Lost Soul

Am surprised at my failures cause I worked so hard to avoid em all
Crawling through this sand of despair hoping for a redemption has become my hobby
I'm lost in my thought as flashes of my past dances round my memories
How I have survived this far still remains unanswered
I have searched a million times hoping to find the time so I could turn its hands
yet each time this mirage makes a fool of me
I can seee the clouds now lurking over me in despair making my future so dark to see

I'm not certain of my future cause I know I won't live to see it walk pass
Living a life am not proud of is something I never imagined while growing
Like the cactus my problems gets stronger
Oh how laughter hath left thine mouth
These days the sun shines yet it feels like its raining
The writing on the wall seem to have faded away
Or has sorrow eventually clouded my emotions?
What year is it?
I have killed a thousand times without a drop of blood in my arms
I've seen the future of tomorrow and it's doom but never have I seen past these clouds hovering my present
Who am I and what is my purpose

The moments I cherish most are those spent with my thoughts
For thats where I live the life am proud of
But these days my thoughts have become dark and am scared
Scared if there will be a tomorrow for this soul
cause my soles have become weary frøm searching the earth for redemption
I have lost hope and I have no clue as to finding it
Each breath is uncertain if there will be another after it
When will I eventually fade away like the shooting star
Will I Rest in Peace as I rest peacefully.

Stephen Imoyera Oshiomah

The darkness has become thicker
With echoes that spells doom
I can feel it caressing me slowly
Covering the last ray it stood Majestic
I bet Dad never saw it this way
I have become a smiling puppet
How so have I offended God, born with original sin into torture
The time is here and the rivers have left their banks
The Sun and Moon mastered not this occasion for the clouds refused us hope
I feel the earth tremble as the wind runs to safety
I hear the currents rushing down
Just like our heroes I hear the war cry
Unlike our fathers I let my voice be heard
I'll walk to the ends of the earth to atone for motherland if I knew the way
I'd render sacrifices if I only I knew who's at the receiving end
Governed by monsters make question my humanity
I have lived ages and still haven't seen any change
What fate awaits posterity?

Stephen Oshiomah Imoyera

Have you heard of the legend of the Black Pearl ?

I could feel shivers from the cardinals as they feasted on my flesh
Lost in my thoughts for that’s where my peace abides
Clueless of reality and my imagination I bore the mark of the lone wolf
My knuckles have become weak
And Like the olumo rock my heart has become

Who am I ?
What have I become ?
For I now stand a stranger in my thoughts and a shadow in my existence
What shall be my penance for redemption
For my sins have come rushing down like the currents of the Atlantic
How art thy mighty fallen I would say if only I could speak
A fear so great has rendered me speechless and made me the shadow of myself
For a terror so great I’d choose a thousand date with vladak for a thousand lifetime
The moon and stars seemed to have disappeared from the cold night
With my heart in my hands and my feet too weak to keep me standing
‘Till this second am uncertain if am amongst the living or about to see Solomon again
I tried and am still trying to run but my legs are still stuck in the past
For the Black Pearl was never a legend for it has laid siege on my haven.

Stephen Oshiomah Imoyera

I watch my life fading away as my suicidal thoughts becomes audible
A stranger beneath the stars I sat weary of my existence
How grave is my crime that failure always turns out to be my inevitable end
Am scared
I can’t take it no more
I can hear my head pounding as the ocean rushes down
What a failure have grown to become
Ashamed of my existence I dare not stare at the mirror
Will it all go away when I die ?
Will this pain be gone ?
I’d rather be dead than face these hurts for I’ve ran out of hope
Guess am just His toy that’s why He never answered like Alangbua
In my darkest hours I stand a lone wolf
I just want to be gone from here as I try making it down the stairs
Every step has changed from the time I last walked
It seems a lot harder and not sure I can make it down
I’d love some sun flowers planted on my grave
Would have loved some portraits but can’t stand mama looking at me in the eyes
I miss her already and everyone else
I’d love to wear something different as I rest but I’d go for suit with a bow tie
For I want to look smart as I cross
It hurts knowing I might die now
Must I jump ? Can’t I just go in my sleep ?
Am gonna miss mama and dad’s face drives me mad
If only I didn’t have to do this
Well I’d love some sweet words from the Lady Michelle on my gravestone
With (Pendragon) neatly inscribed
I know people will say I like flashy things and yes I do cause I ought to have lived a great life
I wasn’t lazy
God knows
I worked real hard
I did
So he dares not blame me for doing this
Am going to miss this life
I really wish I’d get to see my family again in my next life.

I tend to ask, listen and ponder on life whenever am lost in the clouds
What binds me with my siblings and connects me with the garri seller down the street
What makes me different from the beggars at Holy Cross gate
What is life I asked as I passed another lifeless body on the street of despair
Should I feel bad for his condition or be nonchalant cos we not related ?
How do I rate hypocrisy ? Why do I rain curses on my brother for his mistakes and in my time same actions I take
In my sojourns what makes me feel am not connected to the boy selling gala
Or the police man who tries to find a fault so your driver could wet the earth
Amidst my thought am uncertain of what the next minutes holds for me

Stephen Oshiomah Imoyera
Lazy youth with a PEN

I watched the night breeze as it danced to the crickets rhythm
With the full moon there to master such an occasion
And as the cold night pierced through my skin I lay confused
For my thoughts had set sail to the mysterious island
For uncertainty has taken over the hearts of every youth
For the fear of a genocide lurks our desecrated streets
When will my breath be taken
What will be my last words before I go into oblivion
What will be written on my gravestone when am gone
Or will my body litter the streets for days ?
What would be said about Lazy Youth with a Pen
Will there be a couple tears to wash my memories from their hearts
Who will be there to bid me good bye as I begin my voyage
Who will author the Ode while lay unconscious

Stephen Oshioma Imoyera
Lazy youth with a PEN

How do I love thee, let me count some ways
I love thee like the Christmas morning and beauty it brings
For its scents 365 days I make a stone throw
And the joy it brings tells of that whenever I beseech thy beauty
I love thee beyond sanity
I can’t help but smile when I look at you and how defenseless I am with you so close
The walls seems to have crumbled from my body and soul
I love thee like the moon loves the night that
I rush through the morning to get to the night for my dreams takes me to you
For even the vices of covid couldn’t hold my love captive
I love thee like sun flower for its unending beauty tickles my existence
I love thee like a politician loves power
For when I hold you I feel I own the world so i never let go
Amidst a thousand reasons why I love thee I can’t help but say
I JUST LOVE LOVING THEE

Stephen Oshiomah Imoyera
(Lazy youth with a pen)

As the night breeze dances to the crickets rhythm
With the full moon there to master such an occasion
With the cold night piercing through my skin I lay confused
For my thoughts had set me sail to the mysterious island
For uncertainty has taken over the hearts of every youth
For the fear of a genocide lurks our desecrated streets
When will my breath be taken
What will be my last words before I go into oblivion
What will be written on my gravestone when am gone
Or will my body litter the streets for days ?
What would be said about Lazy Youth with a Pen
Will there be a couple tears to wash my memories for their hearts
Who will be there to bid me good bye as I begin my voyage
Who will author the Ode while lay unconscious

By Stephen Imoyera Oshiomah
(Lazy youth with a Pen)

I keenly watched Kunle as he laughed so hard on the phone with his mom
it's been weeks we had last spoken to our families yet it seemed like ages
the night was filled with celebrations as we had completed our training
we've been friends from the womb cause our mother's were best of friends
it has always been our dream to serve and fight for our mother land
i love you mom was the last thing he said before ending the call
we couldn't get any sleep that night for our expectations were ahead
and the next morning uncertain of our fate we marched to uncertainty
without proper ammunition and training for the task we marched foolishly
for Burutai had instructed that morning our final training be at the forest
tales we heard made us certain we would dine with our heroes past
but who are we to question the paradoxical chain of command
take cover echoed as we were ambushed, i saw Obi fall beside me
with fear so strong we had to fight for our lives now about to be taken
am hit, Stephen am hit as i turned and saw Kunle on the ground
he cried in pains shouting mummy i failed you
for we had promised our families we would come home
promise me you tell my mom i love her and she should never forget the soldier i was
as he took his last breath drops of tears rolled down my cheek
i never got to tell his mom nor saw mine for we dined together that night
will motherland ever remember the soldiers we were we asked as we dined


By Stephen Oshioma Imoyera