WAR CRY (In Honour Of OLAITAN OYERINDE)
WAR CRY
(Olaitan Oyerinde, the Personal Secretary to Governor Adams Oshiomole of Edo State, was murdered by unknown gunmen in Benin on May 4 and he was laid to rest on Thursday, May 10, in Ede, Osun State, amid tears and ...
#FuelSubsidyScam They drain our trillions and expect us to be calm – by @4Qhen
#fuelsubsidyscam poetry
THE FINAL WHISTLE; A TRIBUTE TO RASHIDI YEKINI
THE FINAL WHISTLE; A TRIBUTE TO RASHIDI YEKINI
The Iroko has fallen, but not without a trace,
Let other trees in salute their branches raise,
As the forest birds loudly sing his praise,
Telling the tale of his rise from grass to grace,
And of ...
EVIL ISLAND by @fishergbenga
EVIL ISLAND
Mayday! Mayday! It shouted, screaming out it guts, trembling like ??an eruption scenario,
Swerving for balance despite the looming crash, waiting like ??a disaster about to happen,
All these streaming thoughts at the devil's frequency is really ??a crazy driving, losing ...
MY PRECIOUS GATES – THE IBORIGATE SAGA #SuperBloggers by @gbengaosowe
My Precious Gates- The Iborigate Saga
It does not matter if our citizens have no food
Nor does it matter that there is no healthcare
About lack of quality education, I do not care
I have my most treasured possession-golden gates
Should the people get ...
MY TREASURED PRICELESS JEWELRY
MY TREASURED PRICELESS JEWELRY
Never have I seen such beauty.
Until your sparkling face passed my eyes.
The man in white took his time on you.
Progressively processing procedures.
Sun suddenly shows sadness.
He terms you as a rival.
Your beauty can shine the whole world.
Devil drops ...
THE MUSINGS OF A DESPERATE NAIJABOI
.....from the musings of a desperate NaijaBoi......
On the first day of creation
there was a great declaration
the sun rays gave the confirmation.
A breathe into the clay was the human formation.
And all races are traceable to the diverse generations.
After the amalgamation
in the ...
WHO SHALL NARRATE OUR CHRONICLES?
WHO SHALL NARRATE OUR CHRONICLES?
Who shall narrate our chronicles?
Of the times we lived in huts and caves
Wrapped in leaves as the elements battered our delicate skins
Fashioned tools and weapons with stones and sticks
Conquered beasts and terrains with our bare hands
Created ...
SOMEHOW, ONE DAY #SuperBloggers by @zebbook
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