12am

I wrote these between 11:30 yesterday and 12am today, Friday 25th September.


Came to save to day
Got saved anyway

I did it in my sleep
I practiced in the day
They call us lazy youth
Because we dey our dey
Godswill had a dream
He called me for a beat
I jequthiel’d on it
His cousin made it sweet

10th First
You heard first
It’s my thirst
To see you be the best
And wear wisdom like a crest



So you know I started
I’ll make you read a lot
Less than a thousand, a pound’s kin is Azikiwe not smiling.


Haptic with the flow
Thanks a lot to failure
Had to hurt to grow
Reading na im sure

…pass
Mass is ended at the 1st hour.
Funny that the second hour’s name is one o’clock
Masses have a lot of power
I’ve been training up to master what they call luck




Balance
Yet they say thia world e no balance
Is there balance?
Change? Is there a balance?
Lessons locked in idiosyncratic Naija parlance.


_till it’s 12_

Back to what I told him
I don’t have to say that I’m a Christian
It’s written in my ways and my gisting
You know how I got them
Listening
And watching
And all the while, it’s just my business I be minding.
I took the minds of kids and I armed them
When accused of pride, I don’t have a word to tell them.
I’ll be twenty minutes when I tell you I’ll be twenty-nine
I’ve lost a lot of ginja just trying to stay in line
Yes I am a rainbow
Yes I am sublime
Yes I like lime, cut and put it when I wine


It’s three minutes to 12
I keep missing Mile 12
Oh so much to delve
Into but I’ll shelve
All that like a belch

#nielquchi

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.