Dreams Poem by Jimoh Ibrahim

Whoever is monitoring when the crab sleeps
would be long at the river bank
why all your needless pursuit
you keep tracking my success
yet you failed

standing firm
with determination and comfort
with vision and mission
that leads to my ambition
vision without mission
is an allusion

two hundred flies cannot
way lay the broom
I use my hands to beat my chest
just to marry my dreams
believing in myself
knowing that
a squirrel that would climb the plantain stem
would have sharp pay nails
never give up on your dreams
except they are just NIGHTMARES