PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

 Arise, O Compatriots Doctors are not in office to treat my spinal cord I would have rise to be a compatriot, True patriotic men are lying hopeless in grave, Others are hiding in hollow shallow cave, Waiting for the second coming of Messiah, No one can tell us how to rebuild our country like Nehemiah, Spineless man can't dig the ground to uproot the evil, We bath in distinguished corruption. Nigeria's call obey, To serve our fatherland Where shall they gathered the strength to serve? gods of greens are dying of cholera, no medic! No physician! I woke up to hear and watch from my television, View of lifeless bodies seems like vision, the sadden news of visioned bodies were sacrificed to land,  yet my 001 sat at his dining asking for more plate of "shinkafa" Who are the lifeless bodies? They are men that toiled and suffered in heavy rain and torturing sun, they ought to give me strength to serve my fatherland, But they were used as fertilizer to serve the hu...

Waterless well, Having many room, Many lockless door, Muddy mud filled the rooms! Fishes are dying, Oxygen betrayed them, No water to provide 'em air, Death is dancing on deary fishes. Waterless well, winter's message is here, Wilderness is becoming a reality, Shall we live thirsty or die now? Rain and dew visited Waterless well, Yet, nothing to prove. Fountain of water becomes desert. I told myself, let my life be not like  Waterless well, That gives futile hope to many. I told myself, I don't want to be the cause  Of others death, I want to be source of life. I just want to be  That Well that gives life, Hope, Happiness and health, Even to every thankless wretch. Above all, I want to show Forth the blessings that rain On me every blessed rainy day. And grateful being will tell me "Thanks For being there even in winter."     

Many years ago Kwara state is known for underdeveloped settlement, this made the glitering light at the end of the tunnel a seem dim and gloomy loom at the end. March 9, 2019, Gov. Abdulrahman Abdulrazaq emerged as governor of Kwara State at the 2019 governorship election and sworn in on May 29, 2019, his emergence is considered as the raising of new candent moon in Kwara state because the otoge administration has recorded many tremendous achievement, in the space of two years, a lot has happened to chart a uniquely new course for the frontline state despite the harsh economic realities. From health sector, basic education, human capital development, safety net for the poor, water, to general infrastructural development, Kwara has verifiably turned the page. What we see under the Governor is man calls ‘Ijoba mekunu’, a government with genuine attachment to and love for the vulnerable and the poor. In Educational sector, Abdulrahman Abdulrazaq administration has completed a 3,...

Deep down in my heart dwells a cupid, Reflecting emblem of true love, I cast spell on dames to make 'em stupid, And filtered my sorcerous words into 'em by osmosis. Unimaginably, my burnished words captured hearts Like calamitous birds in fowler's cage, I made them betrayed their soulmate And derailed from their love train. My prowess doubtless intoxicated 'em into family way, They travail to get meat on my table; And care for my wellbeing,  My bed becomes realm, they're rushing to get anointing from my holy temple. I'm amorist not a sadist, Hope I'm not a villainous lyricist? my love to 'em is unfathomable but they're masochist, They have drained the running oil from the temple, Who shall refilled my temple with sacred oil? In my secret room, tones of different dames Are heard when we start the game, With my haggard look, amor filled my orbit, Like a saliferous ocean, Souls of lovely dame are beaching at my Oceanside. How can mankind say...

  When I popped the smoke into the air, Broods hailed me as Sango Olukoso ayarana, Why? I'm a insanely smoker when depression comes to my darkroom, Bringing thought of suicide and crime, My Hemp Dogbane's garden is like a life saving savior, After rolling, then lighting  And I popped out the smoke to the world to absorbed.  I'm delighted giving out my marijuana to my viper's broods, Keeping the whole to myself, My home is full of deary cannabis plants, Ready to give me peace when anxiety comes like sudden visitor. I'm relieved after the smoke get to my neighbors house, And persuade them to sniff from life saving smoke. The red wispy flame demo my feelings, When it is fully red, the wizard in me is angry, All I want is to sucked the real taste of my darling weed. Though, advert said, "smoker are reliable to die young", Yeah! but I just want to send away the demons in old and young. Oya and Osun are halcyon when I eat their peppersoup with my wee...

Enemy of the sunlight, Sighting in the sunny day with sniffy nose, Her body is recharged in the daylight; She is the light of the sulky night. Hither comed a gift from Divinity, Born in land of Alkebulan, From head to toe, she is like light of the galaxy, All mouth said in agape "this is abnormality". Her hair is locked in golden gold, Her eyes are colourful blue, Her smile sends nervous down to organ of nefarious night. Albino is the paragon of beauty and upshot of seven days. Her skin light the gloomy cave, Her speeches are baked from pure mind, Her appearance project her intentions, Caring and loving lies in her deeds. Her life reflects the lifestyle of deary dove. Albinos are zestful even with critique from humankind, Let no man let 'em depressed, They are not leper nor beast, They are the best.

Beginning of the world is full of thick darkness, Evil reigns among darkness with massive aggressiveness The supreme being created darkness' antithesis Hours separated darkness and brightness, Evil walks awkwardly in the night with uncurable blindness. Life is full of darkness and men are living in epitome of bitterness, In the world, few men walk with candle of courage and correctness, Growing in the wilderness of life, all path is crookedness Heat of hypocrite is hiting hard on the cowardice, Trustworthy men walks in the light of earnestness. Integrity is their watchword and they possessed mind of doubtless, Never will they befriend the darkness that lives callousness, Deceit lies in the belly of Arizona As it is in the day of Jonah, Ravaging like a umbrageous precipitate. knot of light and evil is attached to world's fate Who shall go up to hill to ignite the brightness? Or write the correctness over the wrongness? Readiness, Diligence Courage and Determination L...

Her name is Ruth, But no one knows the truth, About her roots because she wander around like useless fruit. Ruth has been a whore from teen, Even now she is a nightlife youth, because her office and file is between Her meaty thighs and she is uncouth. She jump around like the Samaritan woman, Wiggling her waist from one man to another man, Like happy dog, she satisfied men in the public light, In exchange of a dry bone. She has never moan For her worthless life, Even when men used her all night, Her delight is the worthless bone. She goes to church every sabbath day To beg Divinity for wealthy men. She paid her tithe and offering, Even come out for alter calls, But her plan is to invite Clergyman into nightlife. She is as beautiful as the darling nature But her deeds is liken to unclean creature, Her name is Ruth but her role model is Jezebel, She wants men to rebel, Against those who said she is immoral. She heard of virtuous woman, Whose clothes is made of courage and ide...

Her heart is pure and bold, Emblem of beauty and wisdom, Even the prophet has foretold, That she will build my seed's asylum. Her heart is full of love and kindness, Epitome of logical reasoning and understanding, All her deeds bring forth bountiful goodness, This made Amor jealous of our outstanding Love and progress. Her heart is liken to street never seen on earth, The road is tarred with glittering gold, I could view my image in her heart, I said to my breathing heart, "here is where I will dwell till I'm old." Oluwatosin scrutinized Olawale under her watchful eyes Least the eagles carried him from her. She prays like Hannah, for him to be great achiever; Not to be demonized. Days and Nights to come, She promise to stay forever Even if the fire is too hot, She said, "we will come shining like a pristine gold".     

    The day of death is better than the day of birth." Between these two days, there are days that write every minute of your actions, Speech and ideas, Whatever you do will surely count on the day of judgment but thanks to God, Judgment even takes place before death on earth, the best judge on earth is your conscience, Your conscience is your moral ethics or moral sense that govern(s) or rule(s) your thoughts and actions. Today is a challenge day to me and everyone close to me, 26-09-2021 has come and gone, but what is the impact of the day? I got to know who I am every blessed day of mine, what I have done wrong or right, sometimes, I act like a psychopath but You guys find me interesting and believe in me, I'm not an affluent person but with the comments harvested from the wishes, calls and other means of expression done today, shows that I have influenced some lives, Ifes Okiches said and I quoted " Being popular is different from being influential; in fact you can be...

  Beginning of my existence is not a mistake, I'm a god incarnated in human flesh, Working wonders like the Israelite's Messiah Here am I, a preacher of good tidings and happiness. Through dark and dusty way, I crawled to walking like tortoise. Heart and brain were filled with sapience words Strength is in measure with Samson I prophesy like the holy priest Aaron.      Cage life begins, I was clothed with prisoner's blues  Beaten like Messiah to recite alphabet in the burning cage. Bird born to sing is bonded in the burning cage. Pedagogs beat my hands like a rock,  Hoping hot tears to flow from the vision department. Thinking like the gods, Yet my shoulders never uprise my head, I was made from the precious sand, yet, I trampled not my feet hard on mother earth, least I killed the weak worm. When failure echoes loudly on my face, whispering death and shame into my heart, My spirit rise like a burning vengeance sword Ready to eliminate the sentence and write "never wi...

Happy birthday in Advance to Nigeria I hailed from a mighty land, Where rabbit roars and chases lion to den. I hailed from a redolent and peacefull Greenland, Where milk and honey flows like great river Our trees are full of shady greens and fruits. But why am I wailing in shred? Long before I was born, Our virtue and prestige become a football, Which our alpha parents passed to serpent, He dribbled them like a skillful player And shot it into his kingdom. The evolution of white heads come like gods on earth Yorubas said " Orunmila has visited us" Igbos said" Chukwu has incarnated as blonde" Hausa said" Maguzanci has resuscitated" Our foresires saw them and ran among leaves like monkeys And worship at their filthy foot like donkeys. Our respect are robbed like gold, We served at foot like a filthy dogs, "whites are masters, black are slaves" they said. The mowed down men that stand against their order, Terror were spread to break the spirit of ou...

Politics🤮 have you ever notice a word POLITICS? The word that sounds craving for human happiness but shows negatively 🙂😔 Politics: the activities associated with the governance of a country or area, especially the debate between parties having power, which implies the actions of humanity, Did you notice that there is no specific name tag to it ? For political systems to be representative, all parts of society must be included. When young people are disenfranchised or disengaged from political processes, a significant portion of the population has little or no voice or influence in decisions that affect group members’ lives. A key consequence is the undermining of political systems’ representativeness. To make a difference in the longer term, it is essential that young people are engaged in formal political processes and have a say in formulating today’s and tomorrow’s politics. Inclusive political participation is not only a fundamental political and democratic right but also is cr...

  Eyes were bathed in salty water Our hope is buried in weak tower We hide ourselves in viper's cave  Running away from mamba clothed in worm's garment. We vociferated for people's government Where the childden of beggers will dine with purple's children Where our hands will unite in oneness Neither our ethnics or religions will draw us backward. Our petitions is jotted on hard pamphlet But their actions echoic force on us Our hands worked from desert to mouth No savings, no achievements We can't feel our request. Is this democratic or demoncratic? Souls of men are burned like roasted corn Women are less respected in the society Children were turn to Christmas chicken While abduction becomes legal business And human life has low value compared to herd's life. Is this my country or hell? Boom! the sound of bomb Our heart is terrified, war is coming to our land Battalion meant to guide us are slaughtering us Their weapons works perfectly on us more than terroris...

My pillow is soaked in better tears, Your letter brought period to our affairs, Like bullet, your words pierced my heart, is this why fate brought us together? I looked so lean and pale, Even the air flied me to places, I got no love compare to yours, is this why fate brought us together? I woke up in the morning, Waiting to read your therapeutic message, In the crepuscle, my phone beep not, is this why fate brought us together? My friends mocked my faithfulness in you, I found no reason for their mockery but a clue, "They are jealous and green-eyed of our love in Tokyo" But I keep asking my heart, is this why fate brought us together? Tho, I eyed many senorita, I still offer my prayers to Demeter To keep us forever, But is this why fate brought us together? Like a junoesque Idol, I'm looking forward to dancing on our bridal, Where I can tell everyone our intonation Through broad and narrow route, How we walked sidle, but is this why fate brought us together? I couldn...

  Oh Lord, I have walked  through valley of deceit  and broken heart, Waiting for the rib you took  When you caused a deep sleep To fall on me. Oh Lord, Give me a junoesque woman, I PROMISE to value her, because you  took my PRECIOUS and valuable rib, Let her be charming and calm When thorns grow in our affairs.  I don't want my heart and  life naked, let her be sartor, Let her have complete  Working instrument. Let her measure and gather  the pieces of my broken heart And sow a wowing and caring heart. Give her sense of nursing, Let her nurse my bleeding heart, Apply sense of judge in her, To be logical and understanding in rigid situation. Give me caring mother, Let godly nations engendered from her Let her treat me with love Not law and hoodoo, let her children say " thank you dad,  For giving us a great mother" Oh Lord, beauty is vain, hoodoo is false, I want a virtuous woman clothed with strength and dignity, Let her tongue be fille...

Oluwayemisi arewa obinrin mi, Okin lo rewa laarin awon eye ni mo magbo, But your beauty inspired me and my bleeding pen, I'm ready to burn the candle and use my quill To apprise your love and stunner. Whenever my mind calls your name, My heart paused to reached your image, Memories of your loving touches, reminds me of our seventh heaven escapade. Whenever my heart shattered and tarred like a rag,  Your sangfroid words mend my broken heart like a seamster. What shall I compare your beauty with? I'm not William Shakespeare to compare you to a summer's day Nor Solomon to write you with abysmal wisdom But Your paleness is the light to dark night And helpmeet to the burning sun. Your face is smoothly shaped and colored like Asian gold, Like a drunkard, your love enthrall my heart  And toxicate my encephalon, Your smile drives frantic like a roared lion. Without you, the day cries saltless water, Without you, men would have fallen into unfathomable pit, Without your smile, fea...

It started with congratulations! Echoing here and there from well-wishers The nightmare becomes reality, I'm ready to go through the shallow cave To end the story of impossible. Here is the account of my escapade in isle of dashed goal. Land full of wild and unclean animals, Crawling and walking animals, Land of war and death. Land full of unfulfilled dreams to the weak, And harvest of dreams to the strong. I started the adventure with a fragile heart, Thinking of my defeat from a greater train of learning, Where youngsters are dreaming to go, I was dropped from the struggle of the train at rejected station. Shallow cave's bus picked and landed me in dashed goal institution My goal seems emaciating like loaf My heart dropped like a paused breath. Words of marbles rained from both wise and fool Enlighten me to be cautious of the thorns in the cave. Some men said to my ear, "You're a mediocre guy! after all you learned" I nursed pain rained from my friends to focus ...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANNI ABDUL LA HI Sometimes, I wondered why he not bored with enormous assignment given to him, I wonder why he smiles and never complained of the mission miles, If I ever said I haven't stole from you, it's a lie because I stole some characters from you. With him and others, our success wouldn't have been evergreen, Abdul, always ready to work with anyone under any circumstances, I onced told Riphlex that "this guy is amazing" Today, I'm not celebrating your birthday alone but your achievements between the time phase we worked together. Today, I want the world to know that you are not just a caring guy but awesome personality. Today, I don't mind blowing the trumpet on the hill for the world to know and know that I have a personality that is awe-inspiring. Today, I wish you all your heart desires,             Men shall Honour you,            Your life will forever influenced many positively..     Yeah! your appearance brings smile and relie...

Blinking like I'm winking my last wink Feeling like I'm breathing my last breath Talking like I'm saying my last speech Walking like I'm taking my last steps. Breathing under horrendous shady of fever, My torrid body metamorphosed crisp water. Hitherto, I'm looking at my wealth that I have kept Thinking of my plights that were made at night Death's amah has turned me to a griever. I wondered those stories that would be tell, When underworld I now dwell, I wondered those stories that would be sell, After my lurid farewell. Looking at my mirror at dark Amah giving me mephistophelean remark. Lying on bed like wood My spirit commune with the sainthood. Penning like I'm writing my Will, I'm penning now, my hands are quivering, The candlelight, light up night's quill. As I'm writing, my mind is belaboring Like a ghost breathing in netherworld.     

In the inner room, Where words are groom, Take up the broom, And gather your woods. Repaint your darkroom, To a exhume the old sunroom. Bring out your tools from your stockroom, To loom the gloomy room. The light of blossom path lives in your womb, Light the candle to cast away the doom! Light your darken words to wake deads in tombs! Water the dried flowers to bloom Like dried bones in Prophet Ezekiel's book. Choke the fool with the fragrance of your perfume Bring the deads into the livingroom Judge the vicious in perfumed courtroom And let your words be found in heavens of atheneum.     

Smile runs across the miles of my lips, I'm still acting faithful like Job, When dagger has been used to stab my heart Blood gushed from my heart; tears from eyes. Hot tears roll down from the eyes of my pierced heart Like Water gushed out from a beaten rock The prophecy of my hypocritical amigos Has come to passed; Here am I writing the prophecy. Long before now, I'm warned Long before now, I'm managed Long before now, I'm parrot Isn't it a prophecy? I'm a lair Cheater Philanderer And ungrateful soul Yet I'm your clay, mold me. Darling, you are the best part of me  when my family saw me smiling at my phone. You are worst part of me when they saw me  Crying and singing gloomy song  Like a cage bird. Those phoney prophets are mocking our ambivalence Showing their sardonic crappy teeth at us They said "Lover birds are now rat and cat” But our heart are not like that. I sat melancholy in the church, Crying to God like the publican With humble h...

Down on my Kneel Ready to settle my bill And to get a new deal. I'm a brood of viper, I have sent souls to you, Through my skills as a sniper While many I have subdued. Like the tax collector, I bow my heart before you, my creator. I'm a severe sinner And a villainous trickster. I was born in a city of "NO LOVE", Everyone is enemy of peace That's why my neighbors care not for the decease Hatred has sent souls above. That's is the story of my crooked life, I deserved to fall on edge of knife, To transcend to afterlife, And asked you why you sent me to wildlife? Lord, my candle vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is cursed and it dried like grass in wilderness Fill me with your living water and soaked my bones in the fountains. Dear Creator, I live amidst hatred and anxiety, Morning bread and drinks are eaten with sobriety My night's meal is mixed with ashes and poison. Send your peace like rain and your manner fall for...

Every drop of ink, Is like tears of broken heart. Every art on book, Is like blood from a broken heart. I'm doleful when youngsters Said, "pen dropped for a while" And I'm not an immobile But have you seen a living without breathing? I breathe through my pen! I feed through my pen! I voiced out my pain through my pen! Dropping my pen is dropping my breath My life depends on pen Ending two years in shallow cave is working of pen. Have you seen a warrior without a weapon? Surely enemies will devoured his flesh! But you! ignorance will devoured your brain. You escaped the shallow cave To other part of the world, Where all kinds of frantic dwells How can you fight without weapon? Like warrior, I slashed barbarity Their bloods clean the unclean Yea! my sword will never blunt. Till grave's call My pen shall dance to the tune of justice neither will there be rest nor peace for my pen. Even if men can choose afterworld, I will write in underworld, But I'm ...

When we held the sweating blades of war, crying for vengeance! vengeance!! crying for freedom from yolk of burden Crying for blood to quench the thirsty of dying land. In cloudy war of freedom from slavery, salacious men want to sabotage our tactics, Revealing our plans to enemies. Marching foots of cogs sound like thunder, Breaking the cloud with a lightning blades. Like a hungry lion,the grievance blades slashed heart of foes. Blood spilled like a peaceful stream. And souls of men lie across the suckling land The blades sing no mercy! no mercy! Long before I go for war, we had been in a war against innocuous men, Can we call it a victory? We waged war against the innocuous mortals,  yet, Freedom becomes a dream to us.

Do you remember the story of Israelites? Their forty years journey to Canaan land; Land full of milk and honey. Do you remember the rod that parted red sea? The rod that beat the rock for flowing of crystal water. This is the account of my journey to Canaan,  Through my beautiful damsel, Whose beautiful is the light of my night. Strength-less am I but I'm her knight. She is the acolyte to my burning heart And the driver of my kids to earth, Through her veins, flows tender and longanimity, Her voice never overshadowed mine. My journey to Canaan was different from children of Israel's journey, I spent forty days on my journey, To get to the land flowing of milk and honey My rod is ever standing after the journey. When I reached her Egyptian's gate, Where thirty-two white soldiers stand, To guide her precious word-sword, I eliminated them with my two swords, Breaking her strength with my weaknesses. When I Conquered the guards, I went to the mountain of milk, No im...

When I returned from my dreamworld, I knew the vision is confession of people in underworld, Who are being entertained by torrid fire  Sounds of regret turn them to agonized choir, They sing in great distress, even without amplifier. I found out the age of this world is reversed, in the beginning, God created peace and holiness, But where are they? In the grave of Adam and eve. Oh! viper generation are we Our lifestyle is full of poison  Vandalism is remedy for our transformation Tragic event is our best information Even our best way is way to virulent hade. Devil's priest is now our Messiah, Young men become lovers of darkness, Nudity has no sign of disgrace, Young women walks around like a new born baby. "Ha!" Devil shouted. When young men said, "it is devil's handwork", He was astonished to hear that from sons of men, "I am not as cruel as sons of men" He said. Pervert generation, True love lives in grave,  They thread the way of infatuation Sex...

I went to the beach with Hannah, The girl who loves money and banana, I had to leave her and find my way to Ghana, There I met her friend called Christiana. I spent a night with Christiana and went for my darling Veronica My lustful lover that loves my exotic car Often times she writes to me erotica But who am I to say nay to sex in antarctica. My member drove me to raunchy Grace As strong as horse, she won the bed race Against my dear friend who mend his failure in grave, She met her waterloo because I'm brave. Wow! this is the girl I met during Easter, Her cherished name is queen Esther, When I met her, she thought I was a jester, Not knowing that I'm a joker and a player. Like a stupid bee, she fell into the trap of my sweet smelling flower. This girl captured my heart And destroyed my utopian rhyme She turned my love into a crime What has happened to my Lionheart? I despaired to her because she turned me to a grime.

He sat alone under the cool shadow Thinking of his atrocious act and plans His friends has ignored him like a Leper, His ordeal move no legs, he cut his cake alone. When he dipped his hand into the share, He has no documentation for his defrayal, He spend like the prodigal son in the exotic His extravagant has landed him in land of high blood pressure. He repent not like the prodigal son, His shoulders raised above his head And his pride dominate his brain, His heart is full of thorny thought Which turn in him to a leper. Who shall preach the way to him? Who shall guide him away from the way to martyrdom? When he turned constituency allowance To his convenience allowance.