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T W I S T E D Not too long I'll be off From a job (I hold dear) so, My thoughts swirl_ like a mob And am clobbered Down at per with the mud. You can't take this A hanging loop appeals. Alas, further reason Is in all sense bleak and So, am dead_ suicide! Here, there is an unrest. Death, like an emotional cop Puts me in cuffs_ it's an arrest. That loud silence_ shriek it is, Feeds me fright Like the sight of a grimly battered corpse. And so, I die further in this Dirt, value stripped. I'm a coward who betrayed life. Caught shut in a short cut, With no choice but one thought... ...to go back Take another shot at life But this cake has since been eaten and So, I'm trapped in my mistake. Can I wish it away? Why can't I? Instinctively, I force a slap on my forehead That rams me back to reality. Pheew! There goes a long sigh! It's all been a trance! Or maybe not. Maybe this is another shot at life. I guess.

Nigeria was never named after River Niger. The Republic of Niger was. Our dear country was named Nigger Area and this later metamorphosed into Nigeria. Nigger as we all know is another derogatory word to mean slave. You get it now, right? Yes Nigger Area is Slave Area. So after the White man had his term of enslaving and exploiting us, they left us for our Politicians to continue. The Whites robbed us and are still robbing us. How? You say. Through our Politicians who take our resources there under Education/health tourism, money laundering, foreign investments, looting and many other guises. And Yes! Anyone who dares repatriate same no matter how small via the instrumentality of the new media is termed a Yahoo boy and must be locked up, says the law. Right? The story continues. _Jeremiah Kadiri

Before you join in to chorus #sexforgrade radarada, brouhaha... it'll interest you to know that 85% of these female students want and even request for Sexually Transmitted Degrees (STDs) Don't be a hypocrite! Say na she give you do (from her own volition), no mean say you be clean sheet. Say because them never catch you no mean say you free. Even you wey help person wey your colleague dey do nkor? Your hand and legs dey inside this matter. Truth is, everybody hand dey this matter_ From A to Z and everything in between. Just keep playing your game to 'hell' and keep your mouth shut or repent and still keep your mouth shut! Meanwhile, no animal, plant or thing was injured in the course of this publication. Any resemblance between this content and anything else (dead or alive) is a wowing miracle. _Jeremiah Kadiri         #jeyKAD       09_10_019

It's been a journey. A journey of about three decades with so much gains And even so, much shed. So many dark dirty corners Litter the bends, curves and turns Yet, I drew and still draws breath. Strengthened by a weakness The weakness of a fear that has made me strong. What's this fear? Hunger! Sounds too simple right? Yeah, you think so or maybe not_ but You see, these simple or difficult things are the extreme opposite for others. However, This is not to entertain you. Far from it. It's about some of y'all whose names I'd have written with a pencil Just so I could erase and replace easily when the need be. Alas! My mistake was to engrave y'all in places beyond my bottomless heart. Because I saw in you, tunes my heart Beats to For then, you were like key notes to my music. How now you blare the horns that drags attention to my rickety past for entertainment sake of onlookers, How you empty my bags, Rendering my cats homel

It's been six decades since independence From the forced rule of a white man To the repressive backwardness of our very own Hands, minds, doings, undoings. And Just like we used to do, I see kids adorned in Neatly packaged costumes swaying hands in Tandem with rhythmic marching steps. Their faces, filled with glee. Hearts, hap filled. All borne from a promise of a Better Nigeria where they (our kids) Will steer the wheels. Alas! A lie we too were told! But we dare not dare To tell the truth for as These lies have become our false truth,  I’d rather heave a deep sigh and  ponder. How the supposed truth of our kids has become our lies Is yet another lie whose truth Is not easily told and if we do, to what good? and this, Is not to say I’m hopeless but you'd agree that It's better to hope less Cuz e go better wey dem tell us that year Is no where!   _Jeremiah Kadiri      30/09/019

If I was you, I'd be me writing this to and for me. So please, Permit me to be you today my dear. FROM ME TO ME I love this self, Though I had no say in its making. Despite the pricks and tears, I'm glad for its Maker in its making. I'm told how beautiful this looks, But, don't I know better? Like knowledge, am called a treasured book. I'm a goal, they are getters! From my Dawning Dawn To my Sunny Sun, I've beamed radiance Even on undeserving scums. Pardon, my diction But Spare me a little 'me time' to Be a 'Proud Lass!' For It's my day from a far away day When I bobbed from mummy's onion. They say I cried So, On this day From this ray To its terminator, Allow me to upon my Downtimes be a tormentor! Hurrey! Let me torment Them with glee Let even death Agree That life looks good on me! For I am Ilekeruwa! Jeremiah Kadiri 28/07/019

My strength is in the fact that I know my weaknesses My weakness is in the fact that I’m strong Perhaps too strong. My heart, a fortress, forged from The broken pieces of my past And cemented by the tears of a mind that has fears. Pain? I feign  to  fear not. For even the strongest of my body parts Have bled blood. And so, to imagine what’s worse,   I dare not. This is my illness A strange normalcy of self-centeredness. Wrapped in numbing   numbness That is now branded with the term Self love. I’m on your screen, in luxury. My voice? so eloquent. My pictures on papery pages, My social appearances so frequent. But, You’ll never get to meet me Nor know my truth. For its all about what you see Not what it is. I am a Lie! _Jeremiah Kadiri       26/07/019