First born-SMDzukogi

O lord

Set free our souls

From this flock

Of political scourge

Damned sons of the Twin Rivers

That claim holy blasphemies

Even from the puny man

Who mans our home

And his puppeteer

Who steer him

Into dangerous stunts

That distraught the ambience

Of our home

O sword

Slay

Slay them all

The beasts that refuse divinity

Mother earth

Has blessed us

Song

Chronicles of ill-starred home

Their egos

Spun with dark magic

And we are lost

In this blasphemous folly

That threatens our existence

But we are the first born

Of a bright dawn

THE DREAM-Jalaludeen Ibrahim

Burning embers
Turning tides
Winds of change
As unrest sweeps through the land
We won’t back down now

Our words won’t falter
We will speak our mind
This dream will not be abandoned
We won’t let the storm die
Injustice we will defy

Feel the calm
Feel our bodies sway
In every breath, feel more alive
In commencing celebrations
Keeping inner storms raging

See the restlessness in those eyes
And in those hearts abound
Wind of change is blowing
As moment of truth beckons.
It is time to go…

We are engulfed by shadows
Our defiance rises!

Kisses From the Nile- By Olawale Jimoh

Allow our two lips
embrace in fiery romance
as our tongues do flips
and our teeth do the tap dance.

Let molten saliva
transform into liquid passion
flowing from the river
Nile into this erotic action.

Let the whispering silence
of the pharaoh's tomb
drown our senses
and purge our womb.

And purify our love
like dense air in midsummer
let us soar,high as the dove
into the rays of the golden sun shower.

Kareemah,take me into thy warm embrace
shield me from the biting fangs of December cold
let me relish your grace
for i cherish your presence more than i would gold.

If i rail across the Niger
and find myself in the waters of the Nile
will you swim me through the danger
of tides that stretches into millions of miles.

If i fly with the eagle
from the hills of obudu
unto the pyramid,will u paddle
down from that height with me,will you?

Do i live in your heart
or on your blackberry
do we simply fall apart
when facebook sails away like a ferry.

What Have You Done-SMDzukogi

In what tone

Shall I speak

This alien story

Of my artless soul

Dwelling this

Demonic sphere

Where a thousand vampires

Guzzle my virginity

Why must you snatch

A soul that belongs to me

You fed me

Grim bread

The prize for

My juvenile spirit

But I didn’t request it

Too young

To eat from your

Garden of reckless urge

Genocide

I groan a hideous voice

Words, shy

To speak of

Sweet dreams turned

Into festival of nightmares

Extract from the forthcoming collection, Canvass.