Thursday, April 30, 2015

Day 30: Kensinsi

"Kensinsi" (pronounced /ken sin see/) in Ibibio/Efik (a Nigerian dialect)
translates "forever."
By the way, that's not yours truly in the image above. It's Dad and Mom
who my brothers and I fondly call "Sir & Mma." 1st of July marks 20 years
of Sir's passing. I thought I'd start off celebrating his life early this year.

You are a never-ending story,
You bought my respect thru the dreams you made real.

I dedicate my life to illustrate the lil things
You set in motion which turned a simple life extraordinary.

You are my hero, my shero; you taught me to believe
So I can stare failure between the eyes and still find reprieve

And it's always been that way with you
And me as a kid running around without a clue;
You are the reason I always managed to pull thru.
It will take kensinsi to show I appreciate you.

That's why I owe you,
Ain't nobody gon' take the place reserved for you, kensinsi;
In my heart I raised two thrones and crowned you King and Queen.
It's all about you can't you see?
With me and you it's kensinsi.

I love you kensinsi nsinsi. (Forever and ever)


Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Day 29: Soul Brother

Beware, Soul Brother
Cause we only got each other.

The day ain't over without the shedding of a bit of blood.
What is is not.
So I struggle ceaselessly
While competition unceasingly
Cast my trophies at the feet of controversy.
Do you see why my brother
Reasons enough you shouldn't sweat the bother
Trying so hard to command respect
When no one expects
To see you succeed
But die the death of a scorched seed
In the very bosom of fertility?

Beware, Soul Brother,
Cause we only got each other.

So I illustrate life in a parable.
Living words on breathing marble.
The essence of truth is defected
And trust relationship's relegated.
If the future got eyes
I pray it can visualize
The past so that it arrive
With a perfect plan
For the race of man.
The goal of our mission
Was to rewrite the story of destruction.
Why can't we get our act together?

Beware, Soul Brother,
Cause we only got each other.


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Day 28: If

If I die
The next moment in this timeline
Could anyone judge aright
If I failed?

If I closed my eyes
And crossed this realm a 1,000 miles
Across the threshold of paradise
Would I find a special place?

Set apart
For a hero of the heart?,
Brimming over with state of the art
Peculiar mistakes?

If, by chance, believing
In one's dream's could be traded for true living
Since I had no guide to point me
To the right way.


Monday, April 27, 2015

Day 27: Blind Obstinacy

Give me eternity
On a platter of mortality
And let me fantasize on reality
Thru a vision of infinity.
I stand as one,
Among a nation of millions;
One voice Thundering above a deluge of noise.
I am the messiah
Of my salvation, my kingdom's sire
Seduced by a blind obstinacy,
I go swinging on a ledge of audacity.


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Day 26: I Shall Not Be Moved

I stand on the pinions of a solitary fantasy
Daring threat from an incendiary bomb.
The air reeks of cloying hypocrisy
Intimidating the soul of my song.
Scavengers showing the tongue
Waiting for me to drop dead.
Situation breathing down my neck
My hope, the anchor for my goals,
And I'm not even close,
Shreds apart cord by cord
In the moment of discord.
Now I walk thru a valley
Where death is a living shadow.
Have you ever witnessed a dark rainbow?
But however my mission is misunderstood,
I shall not be moved.


Saturday, April 25, 2015

Day 25: Trumpet of Prophecy

The glory of ashes
Is substantiated in ethnic clashes.
Quicker than a rose,
Poisoned minds perish from deceit overdose.
Ambiguity is relished
Certified ignorance shadily brandished.
The fickle pensioners of Morpheus train
Construct railway tracks in my heart.
The worst anarchy is loosed upon my brain
Like a simulation of the pains of childbirth.
But my recitals are for poignancy;
The trumpet of prophecy.


Friday, April 24, 2015

Day 24: Unholy Communion

Rules get deleted
Unholy communion initiated.
But let my due feet never fail
And conscience a coat of mail
To shield me from feeling diseases
When the influence of virtue decreases.
The arms of pain are outstretched
A whirling vortex of affliction to repress.
The stench of decay
Erodes the reason to dismay.
Childhood imaginations
Suffer escalated contortions
And the consequences of lies
Slides a log over your eyes.


Thursday, April 23, 2015

Day 23: Fickle Pensioners

My soul spins a spiteful oracle
Of a giant who sleeps
In the season of his miracle.
Of delight bottle-necked in
The confines of a fairy tale;
Of prophecy
Stillborn before it broke surface;
Of a heavy weight of hours,
Of due process and tons of bluffers
Which having been must ever be.
Of oil, of gas, of natural bliss
Which spitefully rob us of a national glory;
Of a beginning held victim
By the very end it predicts.
Of promises melting in the heat like clouds of rain;
Of fickle pensioners of Morpheus train.


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Day 22: Blinding Testament

Totally out of place
In this man-invented Hades,
A soulja's focus
Crosses the line to the radically bogus.
How do I escape my spot in vanity
From hypocrites preaching continuity?
I feel I'm out of my element
And the perils by my side is blinding testament.


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Day 21: Heavensent

The afflictions
That range and pose
Threat to a persecuted mind,
In its vanity promises repose.
But I won't let it ruffle my mind
Cause my soul will retaliate in kind.
I will lay pursuit of the seed
Of my dream until I bind.
Even if valiance ceases
I will wait patiently for my season.
For I refuse to compromise an heavensent
Breath of inspiration with a tainted consent.


Monday, April 20, 2015

Day 20: Hell’s Own Respite

Wilder than a storm,
As gruesome as a cross,
Stealing the moment of pause,
The stench of habeas corpus.
Inhale the death,
Marching thru the anarchic gullet.
A mixture, a potion,
A disease, beads of destruction,
Arriving on the ills of the night;
Hell's own respite.


Sunday, April 19, 2015

Day 19: Pasted to Eternity

Details of me are pasted to eternity
I am a stranger to fear,
A well-blended anomaly.
My beginning is further than here;
I am the pitch of night.
What I will be trumps despair.
In the quest to discover
The depths of a gifted individual,
When it seems impossible to uncover
His deep but hidden essences.
It makes a whole lot of sense
To construct peculiar verses
To have a ledge with which to reach,
To thrust, to mount up, to bridge
Until the unattainable is breached.


Saturday, April 18, 2015

Day 18: Dunbar

Here's to a story
That was never completely told
Until mine was told;
Here's to legend that could have been forgotten
But for the fact that I was begotten;
Here's to bread loaf
That was nothing but stone
Until it set a tone;
Here's to a life yet unfulfilled,
But when it conceived my being;
Here's to you
For everything you ever meant to this youth.


Friday, April 17, 2015

Day 17: The Wind

I feel the gush of the wind
Beneath, lifting me off my feet
And my water runs deep.
Mystery rapes my reason
And my unconsciousness got fertilized
Birthing a stampede of unspoken seductions.
It shades and dapples my mind
With a wide spectrum of exotic imagination.

Then I walk in a door
Ineradicable, to witness ineptitude roar
My status is displaced
On a diagram of men
And so are my ways.
But no one will take this from me
Even if their minds were warped and drilled
Like the depths of a valley.

Not if their arrogance
Is the peak of a mountain.
The panther within pounces on zephyr
And underneath are the wings of desire.


Thursday, April 16, 2015


For the 200+ kidnapped Chibok girls.
And it's my birthday, today!

I ain't in a grave. I don't die.
And I know that what I know about myself eats you up inside.
It's simple logic yet, you can't visualize why I multiply
Beyond the grave. My balls is thicker than my waistline
And the last article of me you erase is this light of mine.

I ain't in the grave. I don't die.
Cause I know there's a spot in this universe only I can fill.
Purpose by design feeds my yenning for home.
My faith is so firm the fear of death don't frighten me.
And can't no incendiary bomb penetrate the walls of my hope.

I ain't in that grave. I don't die.
Everyday I rise above the drama you keep bringing;
Every pain I overcome boosts me up to brave the bleeding;
Every sunrise witnessed is good reason to keep breathing;
Every sunset I survive invites me to keep believing.

I ain't in no grave. I don't die.
Tell Mama, the grave cannot hold down your daughter's life,
Tell Papa, I still believe that one day, ama touch the sky,
Tell Nigeria, this lil’ light still got one more shine,
Tell the world, it's my metamorphosis, ama bust out a sweet butterfly.

But above all, tell everybody: Don't give up the fight;
I multiply beyond the grave. I don't die.


Day 16: Simply to Stand

It's my birthday!

Turn the page
Construct a channel for rage,
It's the season to multiply.
Toss out the resolution,
Because you have arrived.
Ride on the breath of inspiration
As it forges creativity,
Bringing it from the rear
To the hub of continuity.
As the fortunes of fear
Fray at the edges
And its association with the mind ebbs.

Close the book!
Come, course up like a vertical brook
The season of the scavenger
Has indeed come and passed
Much like an eclipse of the lunar.
And its moment of pause will last.

And history beckons still.
Stand vertical like an obelisk;
Like a monumental genome penetrating
Simply to stand against all risk.
Set your heart on the plan.
But above all, just stand.


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Day 15: In Another Place

I see a place
In my mind's eye.
A geographical vase
That mortal weakness cannot belie;
A confident state of mind
Multiplied by undeserved human suffering.
A kingdom where childhood creed blossoms,
Whose very seeds are scattered by the wind of reason
And prolificacy’s hands are tied to the wheel of production.
In this place,
Destiny is faithful
And the colors of individual creativity are beautiful.


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Day 14: Self-Discovery

Potent as history
And the unfolding is legendary.
Definitions may vary
But coordinates ain't contradictory.

Stable as tradition
Delicate like nuclear fission,
Powerful like radioactive material
Revered like a piece of the extra-terrestrial.

Called into like ministry,
Born into like destiny,
Gossiped like news,
Coveted like renewed youth.

Timeless like lost treasure,
Luscious like stolen pleasures,
Veritable as reality,
Original as creativity.

Fresh as frozen fish,
The indubitable is unleashed.
As the morning breaks,
All hail self-discovery's day!


Monday, April 13, 2015

Day 13: Tragedies

Broken by a complex;
My anarchy
Is a personal story,
A beginning that dies
In a child's eyes.
A gruesome picture of society;
A much professed segregating.
Ambition creaks under the strain,
Couldn't handle the blame.
Cause after all I been thru,
I awake to see my achievement fall thru.
And here comes the overlord
Declaring it all my fault.
All so blind you can't see
Your vices destroying a young nation's dream.


Sunday, April 12, 2015

Day 12: Wither

I'll wither
And die if I must
Rather than be a stranger
Who's practically lost.
The inner mystery
Thrusts me like a dart.
And the poignant details will author history
But not until I start.
But I could not begin
On another's dream
Or be the stem of a fickle wish.
Truth is I seek to pursue
A goal that won't confuse
The vitals within
And to assume something useful
Which initiates the buildup to a beautiful
Conquering of destinies too.


Saturday, April 11, 2015

Day 11: Questions

So many questions
Left unanswered
Chews away at my life source
Like lung cancer.
Vultures of the times
Scavenging on the carcass of an institution,
A promise deceased in its prime
Deceived by the stillness of confusion.

Too many answers
All boycotting the question
Like lethal potion
Sipped into a word of consolation;
The promise of rain
On a field drowned by flood.
An introduction of pain
In the spilling of a bit of blood.


Friday, April 10, 2015

Day 10: Against the Grain

Caution to the wind,
Let rage sing
And the dancers be the feet of destiny.
Hearts are opened
Like gaping wound crying out for healing.
From the fields of sleep, courage awaken!
Let loose the dogs of war;
Sniff out purpose hidden
Like fossils of a dinosaur.
It's the season of harvest,
And a victim of pain
Goes against the grain.