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RIVERBOY by #gbeduPoet No matter how far I travel, I never forget I'm a River Boy, Whose hands knows the soft spots Of the fishing nets and the paddle of the canoe. The endlessness of the River Is my epistle of my Rivers of Possibilities To achieve greatly everywhere I go As I spin my skills and seeds with an air of excellence. I am a local breed with global flavour, My flag, I hoist in greenish pride always. Download Ungbemgbe: http://store.cdbaby.com/cd/2wyth6 #2WYTH #gbeduPoet #wakawakapoet #ph2eko #gbeduPoetry #gbeduPoetry2DWorld #ekein2wythlenses #@ekein2wythlenses #riverboy #poetry #2WYTHGlobal #2WYTHBallIt

HORIZONTAL TIES by #gbeduPoet It amazes me like grace How peeps you rolled with in school days Now dilute your bro-love for them When you welcome them with wide embrace, They just dodge your hug with a Job Leprosy approach When deep down in the room of logistics, They are not your match in any field. I wonder why many wear googles and goggles of self-deceit Looking for vertical ties when our horizontal ties Are suffering from Knotisis. You can't afford to get it twisted, You don't have the required skeleton. The high table people you chase for vertical ties Built their staircases to the top with the power of horizontal ties, Lubricating bro-love and sis-love Despite the brash rustiness that comes with ties. Before you count 2, be 1 with your numbers, Else, 3 will divide you in a mess. Download Ungbemgbe:  http://store. cdbaby.com/cd/2wyth6 #2WYTH #2WYTHGlobal #2WYTHBallIt #gbeduPoet #Ungbemgbe #youths #relationships #u

DEAR FUTURE by #gbeduPoet It's no coincidence that nature planted me In the land of the rivers. My love for Rivers, Islands and Seaside is uncommon, This is no marine spirit something, it's just love of nature and bliss. Sitting at the balcony of a Seaside Hotel, Romanced by the soft hands of the ocean breeze Is enough massage for the year. Dear Future, Do not erase the communion of words We had at the altar of my dreams. Preserve it with all your life And let's live life to the fullest, Let's document our heaven here on earth, So that when we walk through the Gate of Heaven, We won't be a coconut in an ocean. Dear Future, Remember Etibigblogbo, Remember Ugrihan, Remember those native places We painted in the masterplan. http://store.cdbaby.com/cd/2wyth6 #2WYTH #gbeduPoet #Ungbemgbe #gbeduPoetry #gbeduPoetry2DWorld #wakawakapoet #ph2eko #abrahamsjourneywith2wyth #DearFuture

MY AFRICAN HAIR IS ... My hair is a Bluffalo, A beautiful fallow of green grasses Pigmented in black, cemented on my skull, so ebony. Every strand of my hair is the pieces That tells the African story under the tree That looks Afro Haired against the Shining Moon In a bleak black dark sky that gives Stars The freedom to shine in luxury. Every strand of my hair is the pieces That tells the African story In an undiluted, unscripted, unedited  Narrative that fleshes out in flesh and blood What it is, to be an African. My African hair is a testament of my epistle, The epistle of Quest through Civilization, Civilization through Skillful Artisan, Skillful Artisans through Slavery, Slavery through Self-Discovery, Self-Discovery through Self-Esteem, Self-Esteem through Innovations; Charting the course of our narrative, Telling ourselves our truth  Like when an African man molds eba with his palm, softly, And dips it into a multi-cult

PRISON TO INFLUENCE by #gbeduPoet Coming from the backstage of Depression And performing in well-litted global stages, Giving joy to the world with Ungbemgbe, The product of my months of Depression. I've come to understand why God Decided to start His creative process From the beginning where the earth Was without form and void. When I was in University of Uyo, A certain lecturer, now Prof. Joe Ushie, Was my friend, my mentor and coach. He used to say that he wants to go to prison, Because the weight of being an HOD Is denying him the solitude of being a writer, That grave ambience that evokes, invokes The creator in you to create Beyond just the Biblical 6 Days. The mind of a creative, works best While in prison because, it's confinement Has a way of fine-tuning his writing, Pruning the impurities of its edges And crafting and birthing gold Out of his creative process. I won't be wrong if I say  The the Nigerian Pri

FREE SOWORE NOW (FSN) #gbeduPoet Dear Elders of our land, It has come to my notice  From the lips of history How you have been pounding  The flesh of your youths To elongate your tenure in office And make your sperm thick. Why do you continually suppress our voice And make noise to the world that we're lazy youths? You continually point daggers to our throats Whenever we sin abit, upon say you sef na bloody sinner, You dey punish us like condemned criminal When una own condemn pass egg wey don spoil. The student of Babcock whose pun video greeted the internet by chance Was expelled from the 4 Walls of Babcock, Whereas there are corrupt lecturers in that same school Whose sins have been revealed yet swept under the rug. The Aluu 4 were lynched to death because they are youths, There are Elders in our land whose sins are more evil than Satan; Yet, they are still free born walking free on our land. It is evident in Nigeria that Lady

PROFESSOR OF LAMENTATIONS by #gbeduPoet Do you want to know the problems of Nigeria, Without wasting your data to consult Ifa Google? Then, jump into a Danfo or his cousin, Molue. You'll hear from the real journalist of life, The commentary that flows from the fountain pen of pain, No Photoshop, no f-word edited: Real issues reeling out from damp feelings. In case you don't know them, They are the Professor of Lamentations, They're are so wise yet broke like a church rat, They speak with a burst of energy and enthusiasm As if they can change a thing. They are the catalyst that excite other passengers To memorise their sad episode of being Nigerian. They speak about the big-big things the government hasn't done; Yet, they can't fix little things done by the government. "Do not Urinate Here!"  For what, I must piss! They're a reservoir, an encyclopaedia of Nigerian problems, They recite it like A for Abuja, B

DEAR FIGHTER, DEAR ANTHONY JOSHUA by #gbeduPoet Life is a lone journey: You come alone, you go alone. Life is an instrument called Accordion: The coming and the going, The expansion and the compression Leaves you with a sound, The sound is what defines  The epistle of your journey on earth. Life is a lone journey: Life's decision is a yanch, You either take the left yanch Or you take the right yanch; Some just rest in between the yanch, The path that leads to no-where. Disclaimer: No one is useless in life! It takes nothing to be a mediocre, Just be lazy and don't give a fuck about nothing, Just live life without dreams and direction: A floating canoe on a river. But the day you decide to be a Fighter, Be ready to fight with both heaven and hell, Heaven will give you hell, Hell will give you heaven; Be ready to fight with Angels and Demons, Angels will be so demonic, Demons will be so angelic. Because your journ

IYA WÈRÉ by #gbeduPoet I love Yoruba people, The way they carry themselves In their Buba and Babanriga; The way they shake their bumbum East to West calling your Peter to come-on When they dance to their signature tunes That sounds to others as noisy ringing tones. They're culturally colourful and spirikoko. My mum told me, "Evi ka eja, edier ka eja" Meaning, let the good and the bad coexist together Because even God is a blend of the two. You'll agree with me that the excellency of the Yorubas Compliments their ugly part: They're kings and queens of excitement emoji, "Ah!" Opening their mouth like Abaji with twisted emotions, They pick quarrell from everything the same way They pick beans "ewa" from the chaff, They're blessed with an ultra sharp tongue That can curse you to leave you skin bloodbath, While growing up l think their parents spat saliva into their mouth To anoint them with a cruel cursing tongue: If Yo

MAD OH! by 2'WYTH #gbeduPoet It's no coincidence that the toothpick phrase, "Mad oh!" Was midwife somewhere in Yaba Left of Lagos: The land of Wérèism, where we all are proudly mad; We're inmates of Yaba Left, No wonder, we're the right men for the job, Come rain, come Harmattan in any industry, That's because we party like crayfish and hustle like lions. Do you know why the Twitter Jack Wanna relocate to Africa in 2020? We're that Jack never dulls, Because our brain is an amphibian, We play at work and work and play With our bills hanging round our necks, That money must be made, No wonder, we see challenges as ewa, We wak it with bread to champion solutions for our tummy, No complaining to Mr. Hilfiger that things are hard. Bro, for crying out loud, Buhari lives in Aso Paradise, He won't feel your hell, so heaven your hell now! Our madness here is an unlimited WiFi, We cultivate and utilise it w