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