Paid and Named

Couple of failures,
You would think my mistakes married.
Little girl, New nameplate ‘Miss Carried’.
You can draw conclusions, from the way her eye lashes,
That she so hot she gave the streets heat rashes;
Na her work oh, the boys will tell stories.
Bunga-what?! She dey plot to build storeys
When she pass you, blame it on JAMB lesson
No be railway, she ha lost her home training
There was no bad gang, she was good alone.
Even the church people had said their own.
Father getting farther, wharris all dizz?
Poisonous music and movies became her mind’s meat.

But…

Bread of Life,
baked in the oven of a virgin
That good news, now we’re broadcasting
Peace came, and cut her the whole loaf.
IfeJesu, carved out the whole truth.

Yeah, she Nielly ran but Chinonso
Godswill is that the girl glow
That the air tell news of the truth you see
Ama cut CaP till an Alex slander me

Father Father, Nnannam oh
You reaped what I sow
I don’t have to bicycle.

Wait, Wait…

I don’t have to buy sickle.
No matter what hospital.
I will look em in eye shout ‘Horse spittle’
And they dull so they’ll miss it too
Enwekwam UbaAmara, ills are a small issue.

…Ills are a small issue.

In other news, back to Miss Carried.
Those her bad habits, they have seen harpic
Kids don’t come, now they calling her barren.
But her eyes on the Lord and the years passing.

…and the years passing.

Thirteen years, her belleh swelling.
All her friends say, ‘Bae, you are just adding.’
Already we know the story
Its Hannah and its my Auntie
The prayers we’ve forgotten
Are ripe for manifesting
I know that he’ll always hear me
Signed: Jesu Christi.
Through The  Niel.

Baby Freestyle

Born cute and litu
Got more milk than viju
Life is priti simpu
Yeah my mummy shouldn’t catch you

Don’t care about birthdays
Don’t care what the news says
My hands are not for work nay
I just get me more stares
Got a toothless smile brighter than star flares.

I don’t need to walk mehn, these legs are for fancy.
My parents are awesome, you can see that through me.

And if you’re asking yourself what I am,
Think of me as a crying man.

Oh yes what I do is a full time job.
My armpits see more hands than Arab mobs.
Keep your wages I got royalty.
My employers are called parents, I’m paid to ‘be’

Pastor freestyle

These first lines should tell you I’m a pastor.
Eating up Word, its his flesh, am a raptor.

Dropped two lines, dibs on the new year..
Tell those other stars, we’re eternal, all year…

Lord knows I couldn’t care less about the devil’s antics;
Bro, I’m a CEDAR, plus I brought my Aunties.
Two words from a demon and we raiding Hell’s anthills.

Ah, Deh says I’m a show off
I’m typing my thumb off
Writing Cuz I had studied
Everybody nose my lyrics are cold, I blow it.

My team is the best, gotta keep getting better
WiFi is school, outside I buy data
Now I’m in nsukka so the lyrics reign, pure water.
Type faster!!

All the waking poets in the house make your mind up
Already we know the foundation of the Lord’s strong
No dey praise me, send the glory up
These lyrics are rivers where I sing the Lord’s song

I no longer weep when I remember Zion
Life is like a jungle, my father is The Lion

Somebody stop Niel
He is typing to kill
Laziness found stabbed
People of God, Dab!
The Lord is still my Shepherd but I want you all to stand up.
If you think you lacking weapons get your mind up

One verse for Hanna,
Better than Montana,
This one is eternal,
But she writes like a wrecking ball.
Tell it all, on a mount or on whatsapp
These poets are saved. Is only truth we give up.

Dem talk sey we go tick ‘talk’
Hang around like we wall clock
But no home we live Word
Yeah brother we still work.

True talk.

I had told them last year
“We taking over, We taking over”
No be joke, but the laughing is allowed
When we not on the ground, we are busy telling the crowd;
“The Spirit is my six pack, that’s how am endowed.”
Reverberating my mentors, that is how I am sound.

Everyday Jesus speaks truth

John 7:18
John 9:4
John 8:31-32

In my experience I have come to accept that the most primal need of every artist is that of communication. No matter the definition or style when art is misunderstood the pain hits hard on the artist in ways psychologists can only write about. Hence when we do art we try our best to portray what only our eyes see and try to bring into reality so that without explanation our art speaks for us and you now see what we saw. So yes beyond all the razzmatazz we all including the best of us are just trying to say something…

Now there lies my issue: if you are going to say something, let it be worth hearing or in the words of my friend Glofame ”keep shut and I’d have noticed you for your silence”.

Now I know you have things to say you believe are worth hearing but hold your horses. First, lets classify your message. If something is essentially correct you have just stated a fact but if something is universally and absolutely correct at all times it is then considered the TRUTH. Now since only one can boast of such wisdom, I make bold to say that the truth is what God says it is.
This is why we cannot afford to focus our attention on ourselves for only through Him can we deliver the truth about every issue of life. Whether we recognise it or not, whether we accept it or not we have a responsibility to feed the world with the truth through our art forms. We are today our generation’s Christs hence we have to make the truth heard in all the corners of the earth because everyday Jesus speaks truth

#EVERYDAYJESUS is The One

Because #EVERYDAYJESUS is The One … Two or more ideas drop like fruits from the tree of Life four our five fingers to wrap around. He who six the Lord of Seven Spirits, and eight the bread of life and will find he doesn’t need nine lives or ten commandments…

I think the problem is people think I show myself,
But even books praise God sitting on a shelf.
Its not difficult to make a cult of words that follow.
Am sure someone understands. Raise your thumb if u follow.

The Word rings true like the font is an android.
We type, write rungs up the ladder of the Word

Its grace.

It greys death, till he’s old and ghost-faced.
And yes we’re all dead, call my bible ghost-faced!
I am hid in Christ, healthy, (no hide and sick)
Laughing at the devil, he’s the joke of the weak.

Threw my…block of burdens at God, God is my director.
He sighed, ‘Caught,’ once and made me a blockbuster.

Beginning of time, there’s only him B.C.
World’s greatest man, the next bests freely copy.
I am no me without him.
Time is vanity, (’cause he’s busy chasing A.D.)

Free!!

I was, he who the son set free,
In a Prison of freedom until he redefined me.
This is just practice, for us the new bees.
Its you in the Word, bibles are selfies!!

SUPERB_ Definitions

Just for laughs

*SUPERB_ Definitions*

                                                               *_Wonderfully described definitions……._*

*CIGARETTE:*
A pinch of tobacco
rolled in paper
with fire at one end
and a fool at the other!

*MARRIAGE:*
It’s an agreement
wherein
a man loses his bachelor degree
and a woman gains her master

*LECTURE:*
An art of transmitting Information
from the notes of the lecturer
to the notes of students
without passing through the minds
of either

*CONFERENCE:*
The confusion of one man
multiplied by the
number present

*COMPROMISE:*
The art of dividing
a cake in such a way that
everybody believes
he got the biggest piece

*TEARS:*
The hydraulic force by which
masculine will power is
defeated by feminine water-power!

*DICTIONARY:*
A place where divorce comes
before marriage

*CONFERENCE ROOM:*
A place where everybody talks,
nobody listens
and everybody disagrees later on

*CLASSIC:*
A book
which people praise,
but never read

*SMILE:*
A curve
that can set
a lot of things straight!

*OFFICE:*
A place
where you can relax
after your strenuous
home life

*ETC:*
A sign
to make others believe
that you know
more than
you actually do

*COMMITTEE:*
Individuals
who can do
nothing individually
and sit to decide
that nothing can be done
together

*EXPERIENCE:*
The name
men give
to their
Mistakes

*ATOM BOMB:*
An invention
to bring an end
to all
inventions

*DIPLOMAT:*
A person
who tells you
to go to hell
in such a way
that you actually look forward
to the trip

*OPPORTUNIST:*
A person
who starts taking bath
if he
accidentally falls
into a river

*MISER:*
A person
who lives poor
so that
he can die RICH!

*FATHER:*
A banker
provided by
nature

*CRIMINAL:*
A guy
no different
from the other,
unless he gets caught

*BOSS:*
Someone
who is early
when you are late
and late
when you are early

*POLITICIAN:*
One who
shakes your hand
before elections
and your Confidence
Later

*DOCTOR:*
A person
who kills
your ills
by pills,
and kills you
by his bills!

*#copied*

To her trip

My phone grudgingly reveals the memories that can sooth my cravings of white gold; I take aim. A sigh escapes my chest as thoughts, followed shafts and tales by green fog, race from my thumb to your eyes… Despite my masterful semantic archery, I still miss you.