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

Sink

Memories

Of Jamborees

Enemies of victories

Disturbances 

Of consequences

Why do i see all these
The smell of all that sin still lingers

And yet all that is in the past

I see the blood

Falling to the sink

Soon there will be

No trace of this
Oh Lord, only your eyes can say these things

Rinse off my soul 

Heal me of the guilt I bear

All I’ve seen

Gave me all these scars

I would heal

If I was not a monster

So pray for me, before you idolize me

I may not be all that I seem
The smell of all that sin still lingers

And yet all that is in the past
I see the blood

Falling to the sink

Soon there will be

No trace of this
Oh Lord, only your eyes can say these things

Rinse off my soul 

Heal me of the guilt I bear

Blurred Comings

*Blurred Comings*
Where are the lines I etched in the sands of time- and the rules that I wrote on the walls of my heart?
My gut has got the last of me, and guts have spilled as I retreat. I lost the battles I won to Three for her birthday. And yet regret is tea I have no bread for.
There will be scars, there will be ruins, there will be seas leaking from my love’s cauldron. Who still uses cauldron sef?
This, however, is not remotely the end. Throw me back into the fight; until I lose the eyes that refer to me, and the nose that mean I have knowledge…until I lose the ears that each have a calendar and fingers with which to make a point, there will be no white flags, I have died them all ‘read’. There will be no hands up, I do that only to God. I will pendulum until the watches of my night tick off the son in me.
Then I, dressed in mistakes, sitting at the place called ‘Long Last’, crowned with the weight of a thousand worlds, because heavy is the head that wears my crown; will rise in the east and the west. The North will shout at the effervescent glare I emit, and I will smile…
…because I am victorious, like Tori…
…and I wont be alone. We wont end, from these skirmishes, or the blades that Wesley snipes at our necks. We are ‘The Vampires’ and we drank the blood of God. We wont end from these hiccups, or the hungers ice screams are children of. We wont end from Babylon, and the minions she sends to degrade us. 
This is not our graveyard, this is not our Alamo, this is not our Nagasaki, nor is this the noose to our Okonkwo.
We will colonize the ‘Here’ they thought would end us, and when we win we’ll endorse the mottos whose journeys end thus.
Tell them in your class, we are done taking over. We are Vikings to these islands and our spears are the dreams they tried to wake us up from. We look down at their roofs. They should fear us, but they dont know…
Well, we will remind them, we are tomorrow. We are the future and we have passed these presents in the name of…
…In the Name of…
…the name of…
Life.
We…wont..end. We are eternal, like they forgot we are, like they forgot they are.
So call Tomorrow, wake up those dreams, tell them we wont end here, tell them were coming.

They say time will tell…we say, ‘Jesus has told.’
Already we know.

#SPILLOVERSATURDAY