This owa Naija

This is owa Naija

See as them the look us

We look mad or we dey mad?

How come we get plenty but dey like this ?

Even the one thin we been get don the waka: PEACE

See as everyone dey fear and the run with plenty IDP camp

E go better Na our song

yeah our song

We no go give up for us

So today ma, we go dance

We are Nigeria and we go push our kokomoto for beta tomorrow  

Them dey chop our money

Yes, with pen and paper

Them dey fuel fight sef but wetin we know !

Na our Nigeria ,We die here e go beta

We dey together do beta

If we no celebrate, wetin we gain

But see Oga at the top, we want beta life for our country

Naija carry better, make una jus work make e reach everyone

Make we chop, we children go school

Make we get beta road and hospital wen person sick

Na too mush we ask?

We don the old oh

Jungle don suppose mature pass like this

Make we buid for we children

Make we ma make

Them no dey collect N20 again oh, them don old too now na N50 and above

Them the beat people like cow come even lock them sef

But we get power? Even the ones wey our thumb carry come we get ?

Even those ones with salary wey get potbelly

We fit question them

Kai ! We don suffer

Our matter plenty

We be strong people with plenty gifts

We go push but kai make the 4 years come go

We 60 years show, make e beta for every naija person

As e the hot !!!

Nigeria @59

Sontyo Jimin

30.9.2019

Ashamed

Ashamed of Today?

On the sand of time

My mind hovered, for their names are bare

Aper Aku, Adasu,  Tarka, Tofi, Ianna, Awuna,A.A Ikyese, Golozo, Mama Kunu, Sam kpako

Perhaps where I live to live today

And I hope for times when our history of Gemade, Akume , Ayu, Saror, Hagher, Suswam, and  Ortom is recounted

Today may be today

Meshed in rising internet of things

Yet they so live and live

From cassettes to  CDs have Golozo , Tondo Kombur and co lived

With words like a just sharpened sword today and tomorrow they live again

So I kept Vigil at JS Tarka play pitch

So we yearned for children’s and independence day

I could perch their thoughts of old ways and the monument they left

Building to a new world ‘globalization’ and thinking deeply of us

But years and an antiquity I can’t see them growing to yearn

Wrecked like war thronged terrains so are the LGEA even in the rescue of SUBEB

So once waxing of yesterday have thronged today

Dreamed and nursed to live in CCG,Tofi and KCC

Have raised millions to a new world worse thronged by yesterday?

Let’s pause and shame

Even for those deep lines of hate and torture by mere Tiv lineage?

Shitile , sankera,  Tongov , kusuv, shorov , jenmbagh to Jechira ……

Are these ones not blood?

Yet they have no shield of peace but pain by sword, guns, destruction and death

Like wide fire now, welcome us to vacant homes

I look and look at Sankera, ravaging in gallows

For example

The history repeats, wrapped and served like “atemtyough”?

If only guns fallowed, would the names we name be living?

What if we hold the arrows? And refuel to serve the world the best Tiv meal?

I am pained and ashamed of today

Nevertheless, I join the queue to stand up

For a revolution of time

Altogether, let us start again

Than remain slaves to stomach infrastructure

If Benue were a Book

Benue

If I were to author a book titled
Benue
My thoughts will shatter
like glass bow to stones

If Benue were a book
I will write over 1976 pages
With such pain and struggle
To place the food basket where you were to be

I will spill the unwritten toils and feat
That feed the nation in every paragraph
North South East and West
Even to the wars that held the Midline

If I were to read the book, Benue
I will keep the lessons at 42
The pains and soul of the head
That has led you to ruins in every chapter

I will cry again at your untapped river-Benue

I will read loud the pages
That recount the agony
Of cries from farm lands to resting places and camps
for these lessons may recreate tomorrow

If we see them in today

May be I will wish Aku had stayed longer

For his memory lingers in every pleasing eulogy

For I wish I would borrow the ideas you lay there 6 inches below

For they have not taken your baseline to today

In every phrase or clause your few tongues would show deep cuts

If Benue were a book
If I were to author you
I will write a story of shreds from rising glory
And erase the pages with tragedy

I will stay on the banks of river Benue

And let all my tears wash your pains away with the water

...............
Thoughts from Poetry and Passion

Shattered but Pushing

Split Emotions

I basked the tendons of passions
I questioned my emotions
And split the shots
That held the fury

My emotions were swept
But I held my passion to ransom
And Staked the fondness
of my nerve

The words ran
in their mood of passion
But couldn't hold them
like a flood of tears

I gashed
I gasped
I sighed
Freedom emotions!

Randoms Passion

Salad for Drugs

Drugs and Mango

Let me savour the Julie,  Peter or Hindi 

The 'fragrance'they emit is pleasant even for my tummy 

Not gum or saokaway 

How do these make me strong and high? 

Again and again

My passion is not for the wraps 

Or bottles of codeine 

For the 'aroma ' of Dausha or broken 

Can win her hand to her chest

The smoke is thick 

But know we could wash it down 

For Washington or sweet Ibadan 

Are priceless gifts

Bring them on the table

Tramadol,  Igbo, dung and the wraps of kind

Are not the high savor of the Benue valley

Try Julie Hindi Dausha and or the tangerine 

For they make you smooth and tall among all

#Early morning poetry 

9.5.2018

Benue State Nigeria is the food basket of the Nation. 

Its a poem about thoughts of its building nature , variety of fruits and why drugs are a no option for youth . July, Dausha, Hindi, are different varieties of Mango 

Guns are now Home

Guns are now Home

We heared the name

In distant past and places

We acted with sticks 

And laughed and bond to grow

We watched the ACTOR

Deal with evil,The BOSS

For the pain to subdue

And bring homes PEACE and SAFETY

Guns were for hunters

They roamed the forests 

For game made nice pocho

And the streets of war zones

The world changed 

The guns came home

Now roam our streets

And our story is changed 

Guns have besieged us with PAIN

Even our sleep is in fear

And ALL homes and streets are not free

For the bullets of the gun have no friend

Benue will Riseagain 9.5.2019

Jimin