So much for the nature of the crocodile
It comes out of water and stays there for a while
And just as you come by,
It looks at you and winks a Hi.
Life always starts like an empty file
You begin with zero and count to nine.
Filled with delicacies ,the food ,oh not to talk of the wine.
It sweetens , loosens and carries you away unto the islands in the sky.
Making you think, the women, cars, food ,wealth, are all mine
The moment of pure fulfillment as it only remains one thing
I have everything,
Until you realize that you’ve lost something,
Then you know you have nothing.
Life is not all about seed sowing
A time to do thoughts selection ,clearing and plowing,
The blend of all these become the success weapon
One which you shall grow to rely on.
Like the voice of my beloved
Melting down all feeling of being troubled
Her breath on mine certifies that my .life is doubled.
Like those in shinny suits in long convoys
Talking on screens with an angel’s voice
As they sip the earnings of those they lord over
Only to live their lives always looking over their shoulders
As though being hunted by the evils of the dark bunkers
Where men kill with the ideals of saving our nation.
A nation that dwells in the hands corrupt invasions.
My hustling has ended me in the porch of knowledge
There too taking only the strength of courage
Courage of standing long hours” Book-filled” sense
That which grants you passage over the fence.
Or beneath the fence, as doctrines may say.
Like the clerics in most pure garments of the day
But tainted with the filth of magic,
Oh sorry , modern day Christianity very tragic
Our poor souls hunt for a resting place
For I hear , salvation is a race.
My guess is , there is no place for losers.
But blessed are the givers.
And hopeful are the receivers.