life

On this day under the hot sun listening to the cool background old school afrobeat made me felt like I was in the 90's. Starring at the breezy afternoon all I could imagine was the thoughts flashing through the busy mind of this hopeless faces around me. They seem happy but sad, strong but weak, okay but hungry. Smokes in the air and the burden some vibrating generators at the garage couldnt let me discern the way forward for my great country. 'Green White Green' they say is the color of my fathers' land but all I could see was 'Red! Red!! Red!!'. What is the hope for these ones around me that call themselves workers, working all day and night yet their income is nothing to write home about. The hawkers, taxi divers, marketers of different sort of goods, mechanics, carpenters, abokis, mallams,  barbers, welders, the farmers,  salesmen and sales women I salute. They keep our country running on an economical scale suitable and affordable for the mass. They sacrifi

ImAgInAtIoN... It took me far beyond the reach of my world then I could realise that there is a world beyond surprisely and suddenly it all started like a spark soon enough my mind became a burning bush just like a war easy to start difficult to end what a wonder in my mind that I couldnt get hold of little by little it took me steps beyond my evolution that human physical calculation couldnt discern sweet and bitter all got mixed up but the sweet always pre-occupies what a dream world we could actually exist in it almost seem like a sign from heaven that there is a better world beyond this world A world that I could make real A world full of riches, goodies, sweeties... A world not far from me Smiles... a lovely world But in absolute conclusion It was all in my IMAGINATION