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This is where it all began Where the first song was sung This is where the first bird flew And the first flower grew Like a spring, man's mouth opened And the first language was spoken - Sometimes, I am tempted to think it was mine But lets save that for another time - This is where Adam beheld the beauty and brilliant of Eve And everything she came with. And was instantly lost in a trance. This is where everything was spoken into existence Where everything was beautiful in the true sense of the word The same words from which  they were spun Imagine a garden Where everything is fine and perfect And nothing forgotten; Trees to feed from - Except the forbidden - Waterfalls, a heaven made shower with a still blue sky and birds hovering Everything made and placed correctly The nursery of humanity And everything there has ever been Africa Seasons came and went Eroding our pride and decency in the event Now she peeps in the mirror And flinch from the terror of

Her lands are green both on the surface and within, Down her valleys, even up her mountains and hills. Need I mention her virility? She is just fifty or fifty something But she already is mother to many So many that  we get lost in the counting But like a mother-hen, she is all sheltering Treating all her children with equality. She had sons in whom she prides Those who stood with her in strive, Those that nursed her to her first stride, The stride that brought her sovereign rights. Those that gave voice to her plight. She has many to feed Both her young and grown up kids She has raised many but non is weaned So that even in her old age she labours still Nigeria, my mother, I love you and I always will. http://a.allpoetry.com/poem/9967515-Nigeria-by-Mr._Tok

The hour came for power to exchange hands The exchange brought with it change Good or not is not for me to say (WIP)

   Why should I recite a poem? When poems do not make the point Why should I sing a lullaby? When you cannot make gold of columbite Please pardon these stream of senseless sentences    Why should I wear the baby a bib? When there is no food, not a bit Why should I plant and not water rose? And yet anticipate it grows Trust me prayers pay side by side practice    Why should I tell tales of times untold? When time –the teller- never told Why should I curse, condemn and crucify the crown? When the crown is another’s clown Please forgive me for my rhymes are full of follies    Haven’t these ills been told by many? Yet those a-thrones do not give a penny? Havent these been written in poetry plays? Played on the crown who laughs and pays Ah, the human heart is hardened    Will we ever change this attitude? And put an end to this servitude Would that not put an end to this penurious life? And make men once again well-wife Once was life, now it is just strife    I wis

National treasury, the room Government, the broom Its citizenry the mop.

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This is the edited link http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2013/11/northern-nigeria/verini- text

Yesterday is gone Another day is come If you had the chance to do the same things you did yesterday What will you do differently?

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Pale blue sky Endlessly tumbling clouds Sleepy and drowsy sun Waking young moon Hush, hush distant frogs’ croaks Swishy-swoshy, rustle of breeze blowing dry grasses. Every lives’ moment is a movie. Plush green fields Sweet melody of birds chirping The crunching sound of beach’s white sand underneath our feet Rush, rush sound of the sea Whistles of patrolling sea gulls The turd, turd thumping of a heart. Every lives’ moment is a beautiful song Red haired dollies The backyard trees and swings The childhood crush The race to meet a tired returning mother. The humble lamp-lit dinners The late night story tales. Every lives’ memory is a classic painting As a clock counts lives’ time She drips memories, pictures and songs This beauty untold Infinite melodies unsung That only a keen positive heart sees and hears

Let's make every second count Putting fears and our tears out Tick tack, tick tack, tick tack The clock keeps racing away But hearts traipsing their way Through all these kaos While still loving piously Walking hand in hand with fingers interlocked While our heads this wild dream forge Come away, come away There is nothing more to say But to drink from the deep bowls of love And watch the courting white doves Goo goo gooing To the pleasure of its lady With all the care and skill there is. Here I stand totally blind But you keep me in the right Your love is my assurance that all will be fine Love me a Lil more Cos that's the only thing that is still sure.