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Shamalamadingdong You are my  Sugar doodidoodidoo You are my You, you, you You are my sunrise at dawn  You are the reason my morning breaks  The reason I rise is you You are my day You make my every waking moment  The smile I smile is you You are the sunset in my evening  You are the paradise in my heaven   The dream I dream is you Shamalamadingdong You are my  Sugar doodidoodidoo You are my Only, only you. This little poem is inspired by the song "Shama Lama Ding Dong" ~Otis Day And The Knights

The various notes of early birds Their different tones Makes the melodious music That slowly takes me out of my strange bed I, a stranger in this rocky town Alone and unknown I took a stance on one of the ancient rocks And then clandestinely Wake, one by one, the sleepy inhabitants With the click-click sound of my camera. Good morning Abeokuta. 

I could be here in front of you sir, but I am not here At my cubicle in the office but I am not here At home but I am not here On facebook but I am not there At the chess club but I am not there This is me I live here Unfurled here Spawned by the ejaculations of my pen Flaunted in black and white These words are my genes And the verses are my very DNA The lines, my cells This is me I live here I breathe here Somewhere between theses lines.

Weeping Fingers My eyes they bleed my fingers they weep tears Suffused, numbed with pain I cry in fear For me; the hopeless, the helpless, my peers The children who sleep forgoing dinner Who shall speak for us who will hear our woes Who will read when we write our blood stories We the shoeless live less and die in throes Of hunger and anger, O we need Moses Not Jonath, saviour we need not Labour As our wormed scalp run the streets rallying We chant the songs they teach, we endeavour Yet remember the darkness at home looming And the breakfasts to be sacrificed On a platter as the subsidy lysed.