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so deep and nice

It is emotional RIP to her

***A Friend indeed***


You ought to cloth my loneliness and bury my aparty


You should have seen beyond my feign smile and unravel my hidden sadness


You should have discovered that I was dying and am not full of live.



You only gave me reasons for not coming to my house when all I needed was a reason to hang on to this life


You said moments spent with me are the best of your life while the moments I was passing through were the worst of my life.



You are a friend that impress but didn't know that I was depressed


You gave me attention when what I needed most was affection


You know me but you never understand me


You see me but you didn't see through me


You talk to me but you never talk about me



Now you are here to sympathize while you should have emphasized


If only a corpse can talk at it funeral, I would tell you that;

You are a friend in deed but not a friend in need!




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***Again and Again***


After so many pains and nothing to show as gain


I decided to give love a chance again


I found a beautiful girl and fell for her again


The fire that quenched begins to burn again


And the passion that died, comes alive again


The chemistry was high and the equation was balance again


Until it happened as it use to happen again



She stop reciprocating to my love and told me not to ever call her again


All my efforts to appease her, end in vain


She only insist not to see me again



I am back to square one again


Where I promise to never love again


Because love is full of pain with nothing to offer as gain


Now I will never break my promise again

Till my dry bones shall rise again!


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OlufemiWhit:
Lovely Story bro......Sad buh lovely still

thanks for your comment sir

***The Last Goodbye***

The ill fated day had a cool morning, the sun was reluctantly rising which made the sky to look cloudy as if it was going to rain. The buzzing of the city had begun in full gear with unending noises coming from the cars' horns, petty hawkers, vendors and pedestrians.
The motorpark was crowdy as usual and littered with sachets of pure water, burnt cigarettes and some emptied alcohol plastics of various brands and sizes.
The 18 passenger bus has been fully loaded with her sitting in the front seat by the door, she was putting on her body fitted sky blue gown, the one she wore on the first day we met eachother on campus and since then we have formed a strong bond of friendship which later metamorphosis to a relationship, She was not only my girlfriend but was also my bestfriend and my only friend on campus.
I was standing by the bus door, resting my chest on it with my hands gripping hers and our eyes gazing earnestly on eachothers' faces, it was only our mouths that were too weak to utter words, the reality of missing each other had set in since it has become obvious that the bus would soon take off.
My mind started reminiscing on the good time we had spent together and how she came into my life and transformed me from a lonely directionless and affectation guy to a cheerful, focus and affectionate one in just a Semester. A fierce voice accompanied with a strong alcohol odour interjected my thought,
"may we dey go" it was the driver of the bus, he was set and ready for the 7hours journey.
I hesitantly let go of her hand, told her to please return back immediately the school resumed for the second semester and I passionately bid her farewell.
"I will miss u and I pray this won't be the last goodbye" She replied with a smile all over her face which lasted on her face till the bus zoomed off.

Her prayer was answered, it was not the last goodbye but I am here at the cemetery holding a vase of flowers and to say the last goodbye to her and other passengers who also lost their lives in the autocrash.
Goodbye to you my love.

Dedicated to all accidents victims.


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***The_Herdsmen***
With tears I took my pen
To write about these enemies of men
Who value cattle lives than that of men.

Just to turn a farm to their den;
They can take a life or upto ten
By slaughtering people like hen
Leaving the farmers with nothing to earn.

The farmers have continue to yearn
But government act as herdsmen brethren
They treat the matter with no stern.

They are taking the farmers balcony
To give to herdsmen as colony
The farmers are griefs and in agony
This is far more worse than felony.
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Dear Dreams shatter,


It's odd that am writing you an open letter but I need to let the world know my matter and this is the right time or it may be late, later.

My encounter with you is something bitter you discard my dreams and claimed you would offer something better but you left me in the gutter.

I wanted to be a carpenter but you said the job will
make me poorer,

I could have being a soldier but you said I would die protecting the looter,

I opted to be a police officer but you said I would never be a good shooter,

I wanted to be a driver but you claim I look like a bad road user or probably die by colluding with a trailer,

I wanted to be a reader but you said readers have stopped being leaders.

I wanted to be a teacher you counter and said teachers are mere laborers,

I decided to be a banker but you said they are motherfucker,

I would have being a lawyer but you said they are all liar then I consider being a trader,
you refute and said "what if I don't have buyer".

You killed my dreams with your blunt dagger you almost turn me to a beggar.


Am now a versifier, I could have being something better maybe probably a writer.


Mr Dreams shatter, you were my adviser that I can't forget to remember and never again shall we be together after being asunder.




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***RAPIST***

He is callous and so selfish.
During the days, he acts dovish.
Let the nights come, he becomes foolish.
When he has smoke and his eyes turn reddish.
He turns to monster, looking devilish.
So many girls that we all cherish, he has altered them blemish.
And their dignities he made to varnish. He did all this without being punish.
When charged to court he always flourish.
Because he is rich and a bit fetish.
Chance for justice may seem diminish.

Rapist is meant to demolish all the girls we nourish.
He is full of evil and fiendish.
Yet his atrocities are far from finish.
The society is doom to perish.
Unless rape is made to vanquish!

***Poverty***

(A case study of Mr Naughty)

When Poverty brings him to captivity.

It first derank his seniority.

It then makes him close to
liability.

And gives birth to his inferiority.

Living hand to mouth becomes his priority.

Hunger is now his dignity.

It render him worthless in his society.



When Naughty heard that a rich man lives in his community.

He starts roaming around the man vicinity.

May be he could find a job as the man security.

He would work with all fidelity.



He knocked the man's gate with curiosity.

Not did he know that the rich man has relocated to the City.

Mr Naughty life is a pity.

Poverty is such a calamity!




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***Slip Away***
In her eyes, I can see a ray.
I keep loving her day by day
The love is beyond what i can put at bay.
If I had confess my feelings to her she might not say nay.
But to tell her, seems difficult than I can say.

I wished there could be a way.
But now its late, she has slide away.
She is now engaged with a fay.
Their introduction is on it way.
I feel jealous and at flay.
When the sun rose, I should have make an hay.




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*****TRUTH****
It is as rare as gold.
Always hard to be told.
If hidden it will unfold.
And can never be sold.
It doesn't become old.
Though it may sound cold.
But virtues it shall hold.
And honors it shall uphold.
No matter how lies may be load, it is the 'Truth' duty to offload.
What a pious road for the bold!
It can be hurter than a blow But it makes you reap what you Sow!


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***1st of October***
It is a day to remember.
It marks a new era.
When Hausa, Yoruba and Igbo came together.
They gave birth to an Africa super power.
Other Africa nations see her as a father. But a decade later, she becomes bewilder.
Her leaders start failing to deliver.
And the citizens get bicker.
The international communities now see her as joker.
Once a country of hope but now waver. Anyway we still have to celebrate her.
A country that can still be better by far.


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***A Place Called Tomorrow***

The road to it, is very narrow.
It abodes either happiness or sorrow.
It is built from the result of our hustle or fallow,
Abi the type of friends we follow.
It may be bright like that of Adam Barrow.
Or even exalted than an hallow.
But can also be dark like a shadow.
Plan for it or else it will be harrow.
That's my two kobo that everybody can borrow.
Yes! there shall be a tomorrow and it will be bright or sallow.


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