John Collins Areyayefa

The helment that makes you heavenly
holding on to your cheeks
Dazzles in your lips
filled in the awe of love.
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He who is me.
I was a million an agape,
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Those beautiful memories at Atele
Lay faintly in my head
Atele
Which has host our forefathers
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My m’ma, you who birth me
By the morning sunrise
Evening thy sister
Does raise me by sunset
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Independence is a time to tell of our maturity
Time to appreciate our heroes past
What we‘ve learnt
From the whips and claims
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Fisher at the shore
From this birth
Men has grown but feed is rare
Thousands a choice and
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Those weeds at my country side
Has coined our nutrient
The rodent that chew our sagging cob
And the pest in the field
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My door
I’d long searched for you
As do all my kind
In distance of circles, we tread
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The morning dew came and told
Wait until I pass.
Such a comfortable concede
The offer he’d beg for
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Procreation
What hard work!
To sow a good seed
Plough the ground
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Mother’s shop host many drunk
A fresh morning ends in the tempting call of the evening wine
And many a guest called
Father was a great tapper
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Time torques in seconds,
amounting seasons.
Monday to Sunday, I count
January to December, I wait
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Place of resting has sorrow found in my heart
Has not moments of laughter fled me?
This poor vulnerable heart
Your pain has come out as water
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Death!
A loving and tender guest
Giving rest to restless souls
Why call you cruel for an applaud-able kiss
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Little words can make a mighty man cry.
There exist truth in every lie
As lie in every truth.
Father told me
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Reign! Reign! ! Reign! ! !
Let evil reign tell the good
Abacha, no Herbert tale tell and the lesson lost?
Names are but good will
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I spread my able wings
Come hurrying from North to South
Tossing up little preys
So keen the vision
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