“Them Popo Men”

Decadent and indigent , indignantly defying the green-white serenity and equity, an aberration of high scale on the highway more prominent and convinient than the Broadway success stories …

They  defiantly blare their shrill and ear deafening siren, desecrating  the peaceful ambience of our land, a gross miss conduct of magnanimous scale, a show of endermic and entrenched incompetence , totally cancerous flaunting cantankerously their unfounded defense of our green-white laws!

 It’s a malady without cure, a madness without respite indeed a curse without remedy! How they invade our lively Hood and evade the judgement against mis behaviour… Killing unjustly, looting and bullying the masses, aware or unaware, we lead a degenerate system of “security” while we assail without restrain an explosive calamity in the most obvious pursuit though latent to simpletons or our coward leaders !

We call only for sincere Patriots to emerge and fix the odds, take the black vests, wear the camoflage and wield the guns! It’s is an appeal for an agressive restoration of sanity to a clearly insane society!

Give the people a voice, a name and identity not anonymity! When the nation knows her own, counts her kind and keeps her word, then only can micreants leave the streets, then only can vain minds meet thier end…

Hope is frail, too swiftly adrift like a little boat in a raging sea… But change is nigh most surely as the dawn of a new day!

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Sending Angels…

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I heard you last night, while you rolled from side to side on that narrow looking bed,

Yes i listened, i heard you sobs, thought i heard you call my name in the depth of your disquieted soul,

I saw your tears soil the sheets, when your vocals failed on the lyrics of my worship,

I did see through you heart clear as crystal glass…i did and i’m coming right through for you 

I know it”s feels like a long narrow tortuous road, i know the hurts and pains you’d have to bear, 

I know its a heavy load to carry, a really heavy burden to bear on this strait road…

feels like a high way to hell but i heard…

i’m sending angels to guide you home…

I’m sending you angels to keep you warm…

I’m sending Angels

NiTa dIaRiEs

​somewhere in Paris a maiden gave in to her vile emotions….


I wish sanity was not a stranger tonight…

I wish choices died in our case …

I wish there was no other with either of us

I wish the winds that we feel  would stay and linger but without hurts 

I wish we had no reason to be reasonable

I wish we were Noble enough to make decrees and careless of consequences 

I wish we weren’t locked up in the boxes of commitments 

I wish this was just as easy as munching a box of chocolate

I wish the sensation of red-wine was not temporal 

I was your bed was here 

I wish your breasts were not so robust and full

I wish you were not so clean and young 

I wish I had a reason not to wish 

I wish you were stuck with me …

By Kiko…

The next time…


You walk pass a lame fella, limping and most probably without limbs to eat even if a meal of smoked lamb was offered him, reach out with a fifty and give a cheerful smile, leaving him to ponder, beyond the coin you dropped in his calabash, about why you love him though he hitherto deemed himself unworthy…

Or You hear a crying child and you see a starving human or beast, give your widows mite, most cheerfully and gratefully once again…

That very next time you do a dance on you feet, clutch your pillows or steering wheels  with able arms and hands, say a word of gratitude to the creator, let him know you do feel no better than those who can not…

The next time you see the sunrise and feel warmth of the wind in such a fierce gusto rustling dry autumn leaves, bless Him from your heart and make a pledge to guide the blind and care for the leprose…

The next time you read my piece bless the maker because He most certainly did avail me the previledge to share a though!

Do you remember?


I remember your sores, wretched arms and feet…

I remember your marred visage, your putrid smell and savage look…

I remember your scarred backs from stripes and whips…

I remember your screeching shrill and cacophonous wails…

I remember how you simply took my shame and guilt 

I remember how it all went down, for me and for them

I remember the harrowing sorrowful pains

Because I remember I surrender all to you again…

You get the glory, you take the honour

You get it all!

I remember how you bought me  peace…

I remember all you did again…I surrender! 

The journey


Was a tunnel , a dark road

no hues no lights 

Crooked, tortous

labyrinthine, devious and hopeless!

Crossroads, sideroads, bad exits!

This traveller rigmaroled until he found her…

He read her, learned her

He used her, showed her

He made her, he loved her

His voyage became hers and hers his…

His journey…


…Dedicated to pink