God gives Fragrance to the rose
I hear the roar of engine, sitting thinking.
Dead grasses scattered on black earth,
All night long the rain poured, sitting still ,wondering.
This place silenced a thousand clap of thunder.
In my head thorns grow and àgbanjes are seen running.
The Kaduna soldier went to war and lost his heart ,
Dreadful sights leaves men naked and hungry.
The crow never perch on the moringa drum stick branches.
The small’uns trick and fake feelings for attention. Freaks.
Big’uns never row with a bamboo trunk only with timba.
Love heals like the souls remedy afflicted with anger.
Hate is a poison , not dreadful to the object. Evil to haters.
It spreads to our friends and enemies and allies and foes .
Hate blemish our path black and saddens our heart ,
Love heals like the fragrance in which the lemon groves sleep.
To lift one high is an achievement, to put down is a lost.
Evil pays only in dark dividends , evil is the wand of hate.
I get lost half way trying to contemplate in my head,
I was faced by hate verses love along the voyage of never ending.
The water inside the coconut is sustained by who?
Some will say God others will say science knows .
I will only say what my mother says , it is God who sweeps the sky.
The mountain in my way is very large, obstacles and isle .
If I pass through, really God whitens the palm wine,
My boulevard is set with pavements surrounded by tall trees.
Cool and chilling till I get to the mountain feet, oh big monster.
Finally I saw both the front and the back , God really gives fragrance to the rose.