Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Niaja for life

Take me to the deepest seas
Leave me there

Take me to the mountains
Let me get lost

Take me to the forbidden jungle
Let me struggle with the wild beasts

But only a favor I ask of thee,
A map, a piece of cloth
Painted green white green
Naija for life

By: Egoh Salem
Copyright© 2009


Soon all the hide and seek will cease
Then we’ll love and relate with ease
Then we’ll never have to hide to kiss
And I’ll never have your lips to miss.

I quite understand your fears for now
Not to worry, those will soon all bow
So soon that you’ll in awe wonder how
I’ll make it happen. That’s a vow.

Now we might have great obstacles
All those will soon be bound in shackles
‘Cos at the working of love’s miracle
We’ll have no more problems to tackle.

Then we’ll ride away as on love’s horse
And no one would dare try to stop us
We’ll break through all barriers and doors
‘Cos we would have won all our wars.

By: Gbenga Olowosile

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Forcing the Pace …

It’s dawn without a switch
Never jealous of, but vexed at the rich.
In the mirror, I see my face
with anguish causing it to deface
Keeping the pace is no news
Let’s face it, situations-
sure can stand the pace
always up with a lark to show my pace, yet-
it's unhinging relic creates funeral panic.

The pace of life and change is very fast and fierce
while steady pace lays the poor.

Call it the end time
war and riots,
with a sister in between, Terra
resulting in the release of delta forces.
Gale forces merging into hurricanes
Amateur teenage girls turning mothers,
bearing like birds, mostly premature.
What more can I say
but for you to fill out the space....
Dull my lines
But let it be dawned on you.
It's crystal clear,
Forcing the pace is our trademark.

by Thompson Oyonmi
copyright(c) 2009

Sunday, February 8, 2009

The Black mind

The white man took away our sculptures,
and not our talent
They took away the wares
and not the market

The white man stole our fathers
and not our sons
They took the sky,
but not the sun

They took the fire
yet it still burns
They even took our demons,
and scared our deaths with guns
Our fathers were exchanged for rhy
Now the black race can no longer die

Here i stand with my sackcloths
Even if i am stripped naked,
My black skin remains
It is not the skin
It is the mind

By;Egoh Salem

The Epitaph

I vividly remember
It was on the twenty fifth of October
On a bright Saturday morning
When the sun had just started shinning

Two friends came to Lekki beach
How I wish………………………
They played soccer and swam on the sea shore
They had fun and begged for more
Soon the waves came and took one away
His friend confused with nothing to say

His friend tried to rescue
Only if he had a clue…………………..
His friend went after
But they both drowned thereafter
They only came to have fun
But they will never see the sun

He only wanted to help his friend
But today they met their end
On Sunday morning the sea brought back one body
Everybody crying, friends and family
His body was laid to the ground
By the shore on the white sand
Now their souls rest in peace
We’ll always feel them like the breeze

By;Egoh Salem
copyright (C)2009

Thursday, February 5, 2009


He gives me direction
He gives me protection
I have nothing to fear
Because He’s always near

He’s my strong defense
And a rock of offense
He fights my every battle
And I never ever get rattled

He’s the God of the universe
Created the moon and stars
The sun and the seas
The mountains and trees

He’s the God of all creation
Present in every location
The King of Kings
To him, every angel sings

For me, He sent his Son
Now I have a new dawn
He’s forgiven my trespasses
And healed all my diseases

My times are in His hands
His wish is my command
I want to always do his will
And for his wish I need zeal

Lord I am no one without you
You Lord are just and true
Help me do what you desire
And rekindle in me the holy fire

POEMS- Gbenga Olowosile



I wanna be like Shakespeare
Who wrote without shame or fear
That great knight
Who wrote Twelfth Night
A model to his generation
And a gift to creation
I could live in England
And lead the royal band
I could even meet a Juliet
Before the sun would set

I wanna be like Nas
Spit lyrics reaching to the stars
Grab just one mic
And say whatever I like
Or get myself a gun
And call myself God’s son
Win multiple Grammy awards
As I speak eternal words
Become a rapper’s rapper
And a true show stopper

I wanna be like Leonardo Da Vinci
And paint with get dexterity
Masterpieces like the Monalisa
And the Last Supper
I wanna sit with Madonna on the rock
And have some good talk
I could have my works in the Louvre
Masterpieces that last forever
Live eternally in every heart
Through my priceless works of art

I wanna be like Bill Gates
Be richer than all my mates
Be the computer genius
And make more billions
Come up with novel ideas
And conquer all my fears
Be a household name in my state
And rub shoulders with the great
Have a supportive wife
And live the very good life

I wanna be like Arsene Wenger
Arsenal’s glorious times harbinger
Grab the English Premiership
And get a ‘hall of fame’ membership
Inspire players to play harder
And form a whole new cadre
Constantly thrash Manchester
And make Alex Fergusson stutter
Try out some new method
And get another unbeaten record

I wanna be like Cristiano Ronaldo
Live in soccer’s El Dorado
Wear the jersey number seven
Play better than everyone living
Win the English Premier League
And the European Champions League
Become the soccer hot cake
That every club wants to take
Make a great name
In the world’s greatest game

I wanna be me
There’s a real me I see
I see a new being evolving
A giant developing
I see in me a unique pacesetter
And a true go-getter
I see me getting everything I want
Without ever having to hunt
I believe in the new me I see
And that’s why I’m gonna be me

POEMS- Gbenga Olowosile

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

A dead man in Oshodi

I saw a dead man In Oshodi
He was lying on the street dead
Yet nobody cared
His body was decaying
His eyes were budging
Yet nobody cared

The lawyers passed by
The soldiers walked by
The policemen passed by
The traders strolled by
Yet nobody cared

The politicians passed by with sirens
The clergy men passed by too
The kids were too scared to look
The ladies wanted to puke

saw a dead man In Oshodi
Worms were dinning all over his body
The dead man was help less
Yet everybody cared less
His corpse was stinking
The maggots were dancing
The flies were rejoicing

The professors passed by too
It was there I saw it too
He was dead Yet nobody cared

By night the vultures came
And the dead man became their game
Still nobody cared
I saw a dead man I oshodi
Yet nobody cared

By Egoh Salem

The African dream

As the African soil once again become fertile
They shall all return home
’ Cos African streets will be flowered with petals
Yes; from Asia, from America, London and Rome

All shall prepare their bag gages and sail down to the mother land
Africa shall stand up like a full grown man
Civilization will return to were it started
Too long we fought; now we are scattered

Too long we abandoned this place
Too long, too long; now our tribe is a disgrace
Too long we dwelled in foreign city
Our land is green and our maidens pretty

From east to west, from north to south
Believe the African dream; throw away your doubt
Too long we hid at the white man’s mercy
The moon is bright; the mood is frenzy

Remember how sweet we sound the African rhythm
The young don’t even remember the sweet melody
But from chars we rise to classic
Africa is our matrix

By;Egoh Salem