Sunday, November 1, 2009

Do u believe in this nation?

Do u believe in this nation?
Full of Desperate Political ambition
Constantly engaged in Result falsification
and data manipulation
Do u believe in this nation?
Where we the citizens lack protection.
And constantly face police brutality and extortion
Do u believe in this nation?
That has so great a population,
Yet lack positive cooperation.
Got money as a major attraction
And 419 as a recognized profession
Do u believe in this nation?
Always in a state of chaos and confusion,
And tilting towards self destruction.
Well,
I believe in this nation
Cos apart from being great in proportion,
We have people with positive perception,
Blessed with wits and good intuition
and always willing to deliver with excellent distinction.
I believe in this nation,
Though we face trials and tribulations,
Constant tribal and religious persecution,
We still striving to reach high dimensions
And making the best of every situations
I believe in this nation
Even though we yet to get the right combination
We still have people with good intentions
Putting in little positive contribution
By using our mental creative invention
I believe in this nation
Though yet to get the right success concoction
We still striving and moving to the right direction
So, do u believe in this nation?
Yes, I believe in this nation.

Naija got swagger

My name na Olulu
And I no be zulu
Am a true omo naija
That does not smoke ganja.
I no dey try play people for maga,
Yet I still got lot of swagger.
What’s there to be proud of in this nation?
After all we seems to be sinking into a state of depression
Things keep getting complicated,
And important people are the ones being implicated,
Maybe we should all do Andrew and check out,
Or beg Osama bin laden to knock us all out.
Well, We might not be making proper use of the oil money,
Since so very few are the ones enjoying the honey.
But then we have learnt to use our brains,
And things are not all going down the drain,
We now getting known for music and comedy,
Which is serving as our remedy.
Everyday new talents keeping popping up,
And our rep goes a notch up.
We don dey ginger our swagger,
And soon we go become the master.
Even though I no fit use naija do wife,
But I be naija4life.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Free Styling part 1

My name no be ikechukwu,

But am the son of a man, son of a God, son of a King.
I no b the koko master,
But I can tell u the koko.
That is if u no ask why me,
Else u must make d booty call

Na just one “P” I get , I no get P square,
And u know my P
so if u are ifunnaya, 
that u can do me,
And even wind am well,
Then I can b loving u everyday,
Thereby making u my tattoo girl.
Cos what I feel for u is true love.

I ain’t 2 short,
Neither do I have tu-face
Am a man with a black face,
But no look at my faze alone,
Cos it’s a hard life wey we dey live for naija,
So I turn to rugged man,
Every body come dey hail me as ruggedy baba,
thugh I no 9ice,
but everywhere I dey gongo aso.

All we need is one love,
Cos 4 instance,
If one sweet babe dey give me malaria,
Making me heart go kpo kpo di kpo kpo,
And my body dey go jigi jigi pam pam,
I go just dey kolomental.


With my little money
I still dey sip easy,
cos I have got plenty of styl-plus,
even though I ain’t six foot plus,
but imagine that,
everybody dey call me timaya,
I go just dey tell them say dem mama

Friday, March 6, 2009

Naija National Anthem - Da Remix

video

Life

Life is like jumping into the river for the first time in your life and learning how to swim at the same time with the river’s strong currents and waves tossing you here and there, and you can’t seem to keep your head above water.

Life is like driving a car for the first time in your life, not knowing how and when to change gear, when to accelerate, when to slow down, when to make a u-turn and not even knowing when to brake.

Life is like getting into the boxing ring for the first time in your life, against a bigger opponent (or worse still, opponents), and fighting for as long as you can last.

Life is like a river………………
Are you struggling against river’s current or you are helplessly been tossed here and there by the currents, barely managing to stay afloat aiming for the shore, worse still you are drowning.
Hey...Christ is the life guard, call on Him, and He will answer you, and save you from the strong currents of life’s river and its many river falls.

Life is like driving……..
Are you out of control, or just speeding down life’s expressway not sure whether you are on the right lane or not. Maybe worse still, you don’t even know how to start the car.
Hey... call on God, He is the chief instructor, he will instruct you how to start this life’s car, how to maneuver round life’s expressway, potholes and pits, when to change gear, when to accelerate, when to slow down, and even when to brake.

Life is like the boxing ring…………….
Are you battered and bruised, or just dancing round the ring waiting and hoping the bell will ring thus ending the fight, or you feel you can go the distance all alone because you feel your raw power and determination will see you through. Maybe worse still, you are down and out, knocked out cold, hearing the referee count but can’t seems to muster the courage and strength to stand up.
Hey… call on Jesus, He is the chief coach, He will help you out. He will teach you how to box, how to weave, when to dodge, when to block, when to hit out and when to run. And if you are down and out, He will grant you the courage and strength to get up and fight. And you don’t have to depend on your raw power and determination alone, for he will be there to help you, encourage you, and strengthen you. But first you have to have faith in Him.

No matter your situation, be it in life’s river, life’s highway, or life’s boxing ring, wherever you may be and no matter how bad your case seems. Hey… “He who is in me is greater than he who is in the world”.
Just call on Christ Jesus, and believe in Him, hope in Him, depend on Him, and surely, all will be well with you. Amen

Broken Hearted

I had used to think love wasn’t real,
But you proved me wrong,
I had thought I could never fall in love,
But I fell in love with you.
I thought you loved me,
But you left me and broke my heart.
Cos when I fell in love,
I thought it was forever,
But I was wrong;
It was just a passing fantasy which left me with a broken heart.

My Passion

Writing for me is a passion
I do it with no lamentation.
Am no common writer,
Neither am I a pretender.
I have got class,
And am here to last
If you give me the chance,
I would kiss words and make them dance.
Though I might not always write right,
Or even write tight,
But don’t be in fright,
Or take to flight.
Just use your foresight,
And picture me in the spotlight.

Writing is like kissing,
You have to close your eyes to enjoy the feeling,
Else you would miss the sweet sensation,
That comes with the emotion.
Writing is a talent,
From which you shouldn’t relent.
You should use it to express your mind,
You never know when it will become a goldmine.
Don’t force it,
Just try to feel it,
Then let it flow,
And soon your trumpet will blow.
Though for now I write for free,
But soon I will charge a fee.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

IF

If we could have all what we wanted?
We would not appreciate what we have already.
If we could love just one person,
We would fail to appreciate the true meaning of love.
If we are satisfied with what we have,
We would never achieve our dreams.
If we try to always be in control,
We would most times end up playing the fool.

If we fail to dream,
We fail to get fun out of life.
If we fail to feel,
We fail to be human.
If we fail to love,
We fail to be loved back in return.
If we fail to be human,
We might as well be a living dead.

My Kind of Lady

I need a lady that will match my actions
With the necessary reaction
To ignite my passion
Without any limitation
Or hesitations
But with plenty of imagination
Taking me to another dimension
And giving me her total cooperation
With enough vibrations
And gyrations
When am giving her the injections
Through my insertions
So as to grant me that satisfaction
That is devoid of lamentations
But that will get me into celebration
With plenty of jubilation
I need a lady with the emotion of affection
And not of infatuation
But with the emotion
That will give me the inspiration
For all occasions
A lady with conversation
To fuel my determination
A lady with the right fusion of perfection
To give me the perfect relaxation from emotional frustrations
A lady with no complication
But with the mental composition
That gets my appreciation
And gives me sweet sensation
In short,
A lady with the right motivation
Wicked intention
And solid reputation
For an all night action

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Make Them

We make them everyday,
some without thinking,
some with our full concentration.
Everyday we make a minimum of ten,
maximum of inifinity.
From tiny, everyday stuff,
to the big, once off stuff.
At times we tend to put off the most important ones
while we face the ones that should be put off.
The way and manner we make them
dictates how they affect our lives.
We can't but make them,
and make them we must.
Think it through if we must
but never, ever fail to make them.
What do we make , you ask?
Well, decisions of course.
From waking up,
to standing up,
from eating,
to reading,
from friendship,
to relationship,
from job,
to accommodation,
from sex,
to marriage,
we must all make the decisions.
So think,
pray,
and make them,
before they make u.

Being Positive

The world is tough,
The paths therein are rough
Everyday, everywhere people struggle and strive,
All done in order to survive
Needs and wants are unlimited,
But the means to getting them are limited.
Some people sat the world is like a rat race,
While most will tell you that it’s a hard place.
Success and money don’t come easy,
So also the luxuries to make life cosy.
All this makes me wonder how to acquire,
All the things I desire.
Thus I go to God in prayer,
For Him to send a helper.
For I might not have much to offer,
But then I didn’t come into this world to suffer.
I just have to endure
And very soon I will enjoy.
For I believe I will get to the top,
And that surely I would not be a flop.
All I just need is to ask,
And God will help me in all my tasks.
For my God is a God blessing,
That is full of mercy.
I even believe that all that concerns me has been perfected,
All that is needed is for it to be manifested.
Thus I pray to God to grant me patience,
But he should hurry,
So I wouldn’t get worried.
Now all I need do is to say thank u God!
What else? You may ask.
Nothing, just keep thanking God.

Trust and Respect

Trust and respect;
2 things that once lost
They are hard to get again.

Trust and respect;
2 things you must earn
You don’t demand it,
and you can’t buy it.

Trust and respect;
2 things that makes a relationship safe,
Lose them,
you might as well end the relationship.

Express Yourself

Its always good to have a medium of expression,
allowing u to make an impression.

You don't need to try so hard,
because we are all one of a kind.

Just keep it short and simple,
causing a ripple.

Keep them wanting more,
cos too much will make them sore.

You never know who is reading it,
and might probably be needing it.

It's a talent that is a joy to express,
keeps me from life's duress.

For me i can do it for free,
but i don't mind being paid a fee.

Intellectual or Sexual

My senses u tease,
Your body i wish to please,

I can't resist the temptation,
Cos u have got running wild my imaginations.

U keep things like an invitation to treat,
but u are like a juicy fruit that i love to sink my teeth,

I love it when a lady like u do the inviting,
makes the offer enticing,

But how can we get intimate?
without physically gettin into it?

Cos,
i love your body to explore,
taking things nice and slow on the floor.
You on top,
or me doing all the work,
just as much as there is no flop.

But what if we keep things strictly intellectual?
and we don't get sexual?

Ok, then lead me not into temptation,
for i know temptation's destination.

But then,
how can i pass up on a lady that has a lot to offer?
when your world if i might still conquer.

Thus, bring it on me lady,
i will try to keep things tidy.

Hmmm,
when temperatures starts rising,
and we can't sort out our feelings.

Blame me not,
if i eventually get u twisted in a nut.

For when we get in too deep,
i might just let it rip.

Love

I believe in love,
because it's not against the law.
For as we get old,
things tend to get cold,
so we shouldn't put our feelings on hold,
just let it flow.
Loving is easy,
makes your head kind of like fuzzy.
But depends on your intentions,
for u to make the right connection.
Just do try too hard,
and true love u will find.

ME

My name is Olulu,
and i ain't from the tribe of the Zulus.
I love being naughty,
but i ain't haughty.
Am quite handy,
without necessarily being randy.
But lead me not to temptation,
because i know temptation's destination.
I can be your friend forever like "CHOKI",
just don't treat me like a donkey.
Glad to meet people of like minds,
keeps me free from life's land mines.
Who am i?
Well, am da black brother,
that is has the power,
to take u to the 9th wonder.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Poet? Writer? Well, whatever,. . . . .I just love writing

I wanted to be rich and famous,
With a name that is not anonymous,
To enjoy the best things in life,
Married to a beautiful wife.
Driving the best wonders on wheels,
and guaranteed of my daily meals.
So i looked up the list of professions,
But my mind was caught up in confusion,
Asking people for recommendation,
only help increased my heart's commotion.
i decided to think things through on my own,
so that the decision would be my own.
I thought long and hard on what to do,
But none of the professions I saw was cool.
My mind yearned for something as natural as nature,
That would relate to any culture.
I tried my hand at singing,
But of notes and lyrics I had no inkling
I tried to draw,
But it seems I had hands made of claws.
I tried to be a politician,
But it was not honest enough as the profession of a technician.
I tried my hand at boxing,
But I ended up with so much beating.
I tried dancing,
But I felt like a chicken flapping
I tried to be a teacher,
But got rejected by my own daughter.
I tried my hand at cooking,
but i seems to always cook what i was burning
Then I tried writing,
And I enjoyed it like kissing.
So I weighed my options,
With a view of solving my heart’s commotion.
I gave serious thought to be becoming a poet,
It made me feel like a flirt.
Could I really become famous by writing poems?
Is that not like getting high on petrol fumes?
What could I write about?
I asked people around.
I wrote about money,
But my lines were simply corny.
I wrote about love,
But I was still on love’s learning curve
I wrote about how to eat honey,
Well, at least my lines were pretty funny.
So I decided to just flow naturally,
Not letting my lines be done too carefully,
I stayed to enjoy myself,
This I must confess.
Thus writing became my passion,
though not yet my profession

Friday, January 30, 2009

Krazy side of reality

In response to the recent development in the Niger Delta region of Nigeria, I hereby apply for the unadvertised position of a KIDNAPPER in your highly infamous organization of Militia Force.
Listed below are my abilities and qualifications;
Ø Extremely violent behavior
Ø Ability to brandish weapons like guns and machetes
Ø Ability to identify children of foreign nationality less than 3 years of age seated in a jeep.
Ø Ability to break car windows with gun butts

Experience gathered include but are not limited to the following:
Ø Born and grew up under the bridge in Lagos.
Ø Trainee Agbero AKA Area Boy for one year at Mile 2, Lagos.
Ø Customer service executive of Agbero Iyana Ipaja Lagos, 2 years.
Ø Personal assistant to Executive Director of Agbero Lagos and West 2 years

Professional Membership/ Affiliations:
Ø Member, Agbero Association, Lagos Chapter.
Ø Special Member, of the Ibadan thugs during the recent past election period

Referees:
Ø Executive Director of Agbero, Lagos and west
Ø Tokyo, NURTW Chairman, Ibadan
Ø Godfather of Ibadan Thugs, Pa Adedibu.

Thank you, in anticipation of a favorable response.

Yours in Violence,
Moshood AKA Mortuary

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Positive Talk

Life is delicate,
In all what you do always try to regulate,
Always stay positive,
Even if to every situation you are sensitive,
Never be negative,
Instead try being imaginative and creative,.
Take time to meditate,
And to a certain extent try to tolerate.
Cos nobody is perfect.
For what people do to you be appreciative,
In unfavourable circumstances don’t be apprehensive.
In all what you do , put your whole might,
When things go wrong, don’t take to flight,
Believe in yourself that everything would be alright,
Cos at the end of every tunnel there is always light
So don’t take to fright,
You might end a pitiable sight,
Making people aware of your plight.
Always go to where you are celebrated,
And not where you are tolerated.
Try to stay appreciated,
So that you wouldn’t be neglected.
Don’t ever be a pest,
Especially when put to test,
Try to emerge the best
From amongst the rest.
And most importantly,
Trust and believe in God,
And not in dogs,
Or in logs,
Which will only your progress clog.
Cos God is the real deal,
That would constantly give you the real meal.

God’s Own

We human beings are God’s most wonderful creation,
Whom He loves with plenty of passion.
He desires our undivided attention,
So as to give us his divine direction,
That we may get the correct interpretation,
Of his ministrations.
But we have to give him our total devotion,
Which is our heart being filled with God’s own emotion,
That has no contamination,
From the world’s corruption.
He will surely give us his salvation,
After due considerations,
Of the sincerity of our actions.
Then this life’s frustrations
And the world’s lamentations
Will not lead us into temptation
Which is the pathway to eternal damnation.
His free gift of salvation
Was paid for by his crucifixion
Thereby granting us justification from fear of rejection and condemnation,
Victory over the enemies’ oppression and suppression,
And liberation from all forms of detention.
Thus he would unlimit our limitation,
Remove restrictions on our promotion,
Grant us progress in our education,
Success in our intentions
And elevation in our professions.
We will achieve our ambitions,
Attain our aspirations.
Our life would witness the sweet sensation of his glorious manifestation
Resulting in our heartfelt jubilation and victorious shout of celebrations.
Thus, in this life till eternity,
We will always get God’s own total satisfaction,
For we will be God’s own perfect creation.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Show your Love

Hi God, you know I have always being in love with you. Though it’s being like three months since I listened to you last, but I’ve been very busy. And it’s always like it’s me doing the talking at any time we get to communicate, but you understand now, I have so many things that need your urgent attention.
Yeah, I know, it’s even like when I need something that’s when I call on you.
Your book? You mean the one you want me to read always. Em…..well, I read it, but i………I kind of like don’t have time now, but I still glanced at it like 2 or 3 weeks ago.
I really try to always do what you say I should do, but it just seems I do what you say I shouldn’t do more.
Your place? Well………..i always have it in mind to come, but you know, that’s the only day of the week I have to myself; you know I have to do my laundry and some other stuffs, and get prepared for the working week.
Ok, ok, God, I admit it; you’ve got me, am guilty. I know, I don’t wait and listen to hear from you, I just pray, and ask and ask and ask. And worse still, I only pray when I need your help. Am sorry about your book, my bible, it has been gathering dust somewhere.
I know Lord that I have not been doing your will, I always do the wrong things, and coming to church has not featured in my schedule for a long time.
I admit it Lord, am sorry, I know you love me, and I love you too Lord. But help me to show the love Lord and not just say it. Let my desires be towards you always Lord. Thank you Lord.
Em…..Lord, hope you haven’t forgotten the money I asked you o!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The Car

I love cars,
I love to drive them,
To be in control,
Make them jump when I press the controls,
Make them honk and horn for joy,
Service them as often as I can,
And walk away when the joy of driving the car is over.
Thus I have driven many a cars,
And well, crashed a few too.

Saw a car I really would love to drive,
The windscreen is one of a special kind,
With nice and attractive headlights,
A glistening and well tuned body structure,
Solid and well oiled engine,
And with a lovely, attractive and well rounded trunk to match.
It is simply a masterpiece.
I have a lovely dark car of my own,
A true masterpiece too,
And I love my car.
But I still wanted this car too.
I knew I couldn’t drive it for as long as I would like,
But I still wanted to drive it.

I made my intentions known,
The car didn’t mind,
Cos there seems to be a void I could fill.
But was told the car had a driver,
And that I could tag along if that didn’t bother me
So I hopped into the passenger seat
Waiting, watching and biding my time.

After a long while of not getting a chance to be at the steering wheels,
I suddenly found myself at the back seat,
The back seat was full, over crowded and very uncomfortable
I stayed there for a while,
Hoping I could still make it into the driver’s seat, even if for a limited time.
But I had always lived my life according to simple rules
And one which states, “Enjoy it, don’t endure it, or else… walk away.”

I was enjoying the ride no more,
I was enduring it,
Many a request I made was turned down,
And since I was not in control, I couldn’t afford to complain too much
So I still tried to enjoy it.
The back seat kept getting fuller, more crowded and more uncomfortable,
But the back seat was never a place meant for me,
I just had to get out
So I jumped out of the window,
No good byes, no reasons, no nothing.
I landed on my behind.
But I was happy I got out.

For a while my absence didn’t seem to be felt,
I also missed the warmth of the car,
I came to terms with the fact that,
I was probably being tolerated and not celebrated after all,
Then I noticed the brake lights were on,
And the reverse lights came on,
The car crept back,
Hesitant, but still crept back,
Didn’t ask why I got out,
And I didn’t bother to offer any explanation.


Now I stroll along the road with the car beside,
Would I get into the car again?
Well, maybe, or maybe not,
Or u know, on the condition that I get the driving seat,
But that would be selfish
Cos I can’t drive the car forever,
U know, I have a car of my own.
So now I walk,
Even though, I still would love to drive the car.

Friday, January 9, 2009

LOGIC VS. EMOTION

I see her……………..
My head tells me, “She’s fine”.
My heart tells me, “Go for her”.
I want her…………..
My head tells me, “You can get her if you want to”.
My heart tells me, “It’s she or nobody else for you”.
I sense her………….
My head tells me, “She’s too fine for her own (or even anybody’s) good”.
My heart tells me, “Only the finest is good enough for you”.
I think about her………….
My head tells me, “She is like a magnet that attracts all sorts; guys, competition, rivalry, fights……………”.
My heart tells me, “This is once in a lifetime opportunity to get what you rightfully deserve; a beauty of a lady as your woman.
I draw her……….
My head tells me, “Don’t be a fool, walk away while you still can”.
My heart tells me, “Carry go, no shaking”.
I call out to her, “……excuse me……”.
My head tells me, “This can only end in a disaster”.
My heart tells me, “It can only get better”.
She looks my way……………….
My head tells me, “Tell her it’s all a mistake and pass on by”.
My heart tells me, “Move in, engage and lock on”.
She smiles at me……………
My head loses contact with my tongue.
My heart triples its normal rate.
She moves closer………………
I said, “Hi”.
“Hello”, she replied.
“How are you doing?” I asked.
“Am fine”, she said.
“So….., what’s up with you?”
“Nothing much, just chilling”.
“So.., , what you doing tonight?”
“Well, it depends on you”, she said, looking at me coyly.
“Well, lets go someplace, you know, take a bite, and drink, get to rub minds together,” I stated and added, “then maybe I’ll take you to know my place”.
“No problem”, she said and added, “But it will cost you”.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering what she meant by that statement.
“N1, 000 for a round, N1, 500 for two rounds, and N5, 000 for *T.D.B”, she replied smiling.
I move back startled, turned and walked away quickly.
“No it can’t be,” I muttered to myself.
“Yes it is,” my head said.
My heart said nothing.
“She can’t possibly be a …………”, I started to say, but couldn’t bring myself to say the word.
“Well, she is”, my head said and added, “She is a prostitute”.
My head asked my heart, “So what do you have to say now?”
My heart replied, “Love is blind”.


*T.D.B – Till day break

Love logically, and not emotionally, use your head and not your heart.
The brain has more staying power than the dick, the brain is always hard.

PLAY SAFE

I saw a girl in ekpoma,
Seated in a dark corner,
Chewing a nut called kola,
And sipping a bottle of coca cola.
As a true player,
An highly skilled woman hunter,
And a very successful toaster.
I stepped up to the sister,
In order to make her my lover.
Naturally am not a liar,
But I be sweet talker,
So I told the sister
My name na Michael Power
And that I be obasanjo’s uncle’s aunt’s step brother.
Sharp, sharp she draws me closer,
Telling me her name na Tina,
But that I can also call her Edna,
That she needs a black brother
That has the power
To make her feel better.
Since the weather was getting colder
So I took her to my quarters
So we could get a little bit warmer
I used my finger to check the sister’s under
But I discover
That my ten fingers
Enter the sister for under
Anyway I brought out my hammer
And ram enter the sister for under
I first started to go tender
Then I went faster
Na so she say brother you can do better
I then started to hammer harder
Na so she shout brother you are greater
And as I go deeper
Na so she scream brother
You are the real lover
That has the power
To take me to the ninth wonder.
Anyway, nine months later,
I was a father,
Cos I didn’t use the rubber.