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That our children may not think of us rootless We shall say now, Before this cold breeze freeze our ink And the dumb death seize our mouth, Before we won't be able to eat again or breath again, We shall tell now; How we killed our father. Our identity, the feeling agent Intact; neither faded by sun contact, Constant; nor changed by the dark of night But if today, yesterday's black turns devil on whites' screens, Or paints villain in their novels; It's at the emergence of grudge, That our low lullaby becomes an insult. If we were ever handicapped, not culturally And our tradition could not be frightened by any custom, Not on any challenging or norm less road Charged was our respecting speedometer, But if at dawn a cock crows tomorrow And a naive native son deny father a humble prostrate, Knot the blames on the neck of last stroke. On that shameful market,  by the street Before our pride was being priced for naked, And my sister's navel da...

Where am I coming from? This breeze, to where is it driving me? Is this the entrance of heaven? Or the exit of the earth? But for real, I died last night. This junction I am, two things I seek The said river Jordan, And the prophesied mountains That I may swim in or climb my next life, My usual home,  a casual resident, now. Why is there much noise? Why are people crying? Like am of importance? Like they truly care? Like they will really miss me? Last night, I embarked Unkept,  unloved,  uncared, Last night, I blown my final breath To the winking death's nose pit, That I may hook with someone, at least. Like a leper, I was thoroughly avoided My sour mouth denied ached belly, To take the cure, no one would console The non transmitted illness called But all angles showed me no carer. Why is there much noise? Why are people crying? Like am of importance? Like they truly care? Like they will really miss me? Now I stand with them Pointin...

Solemnly, the race started in dark With gists, with talk and walked  to smiles, Like the nailing of that saving ark Our friendship quickly run miles. She's a bird of my feather Times with her- a homely one, In space we flock together Without her- a lonely run. Now love I shown but err was seen This rightful wrong, who shall amend? “Just let me be"- all she sings This loving journey , is this how it'll end? Our departure, my mind it tortures This friendship ought to be nurtured. #PsalmsInk © Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

If it's impossible to know where your tooth was first shown I tell you won't know which grave your body shall be thrown, Each time you want to ease your mind in sleep Whisper to the Lord your soul to keep, In case you die before you wake That your soul may be committed for Lord to take, In every of your steps, day of death you must keep in mind The reason am writing this- to my unborn child. Occurrences occurred, matters arose, some issues I've seen But a less me couldn't help, may God forgive me because inability is a sin, Be always ready to help, be strong in every ramifications World is a war front, courage is the only  ammunition, Every moment is ever ripped to start good Grab opportunities, never be a dumb goof, Start thinking differently since you descend from mum's heaven, Seek advice from your elders, but life is but deceit- be careful! To your own mis/furtune you're the architect Sadness is a choice, but you can decide happiness, ...

Aiyé p'égba lóòtó, dúníyàn ní kòrò mogbà, Sùgbón, aiyé ń dùn ní ìlú òdúndún Níbi wón gbé ń pé jo je'su àmódún, Ewà ń be n'ilè èwà láti rí, fún eni tí ó wáa, Kòkúmó, omo òdò àgbà; Ìbá wùnmí, k'ádìjo tó àádùn wó n'ílè adùn Ò bá máìlo, ò bá dúró j'aiyé. Bàbá sáré sáré, ó s'apá títí, eyín k'orógbó Ìyá bùrìnbùrìn, gbogbo irun orí d'efun, Ègbón be'gún l'ówè ebo lo s'íta òrun Àbúrò ń fi ojú pon'mi ekún láti òdò ìrònú, Kòkúmó, omo òdò àgbà; Ìfé eiyelé, ìfé òtító l'afi fé o, Ò bá máìlo, ò bá dúró sanjó. Omi èémí yìí l'apon nítorí re Bóyá wa jé fí bójú, bóyá a jé wè ó mó sáká, Ebo l'afi ránsé s'ájùlé òrun nítorí re Bóyá a jé fín, bóyá a jé d'éta òrun gúregúre, Kòkúmó, omo òdò àgbà; Nítorí 're a làkàkà, 'torí 're, as'aápón, Ò bá máìlo, ò bá jé á l'énu opé. Egbé ń jan'sè món'lè bí eni ìjàlo gbé n'íyàwó Ogbà ń jan'ra món'lè bí eni ará òrun lù, Ilè l’osùnsí yìí...

Water burned to ashes, so I packed to cook a tale, Pinch my sleeping skin when it's done down to dawn For this silence Jah, I have his-tory to dish, Before my eyes; The thick and thins worshipped, flesh in his shrine. From the noon-worlds' playlist, a forgotten finger jockeyed Imbibed legs dangled to foothold steps in a bit to beat the beastly beats, Holiness has dispersed in the absence of the spirit Before my eyes; A whore claimed usher, accessing hoodlums to the pulpit. I traded my wondering mouth, so wide To cover a lackadaisical event, so wild, I wish I could talk, but I say, I could not talk Before my eyes; “Give me some more bottles", became their hallelujah. At a corner in the city, I saw a church on fire Like the early spirit, I saw naked smoke, hovering in the air, His comforter felt not at home, who shall tell the sender Lord? Before my eyes; An holy sanctuary turned a beer garden- a sinful gathering. #PsalmsInk #Before_My_Eyes #Chur...

I doubted if she was my mother Little me alone grounded on walker, And despite me crying loud and louder “Don't worry, someday you shall conquer" The all time killing answer she had to offer, For once, can't she just obey her baby order? Meaning for this, I couldn't find Just named it negligence in mind, For if you ask her the reason behind “A discipline for the mind of little child", This, a one and only point to be outlined Times she has said this, who can remind? Glad, when I was riper she called Explained disciplines she had taught; That, not all I search would be caught Not all glittery things should be bought, All shown up enemies could not be fought Above, I should mind my speech when I talk. Without mesmerising the raw fact These I heard and followed the path, And now I feel happiness in my heart Though I've thought it as a wicked act, But now, as I am thinking about my past Truth be told, I'm graciously smiling at last....