Even If I Cry

My land is my home
no matter our pain
Home home
My land is my hope
even as I pain
Hope hope
They asked me before
and I said no
They'll ask me again
and I'll say no...
To hate

My land makes me laugh
Let them tease
My land keeps my lot
Let them tempt
They have taken before
I know
They will gather again
I'm sure
But leave me alone
I am the stump
of the conquered race
I will sprout again
Spring spring
Gloat on as yore
Tease tease
I am the gourd
of the ancient wine
I sour not
I vintage on...
Even as I cry

My land be love
Love love
My home be all
Sweet home
These tears will water
the fields of freedom
Let me cry
This pain will rain
to gain again
Let me ache
My land is my home
Pray home
For I hold you no harm
or hate

My heart be store and song
as I bear for meals anew
All renewed
The tune is hard to dance
but I'll take you along
All renewed
The beat is meant for kings
but I'll ask you to dance
All for new
My land be my day
Come dance
My home is my pay
Come stay...
In peace

My land be my world
Yes yes...the world
My space be my say
Oh yes...my way
Come aboard, my friend
Mind not my cry
Come and know my way
Mind not the pain
For my land, this land
be mine, me, and more!

All those who have ever fought deprivations, apartheid, ethnic intolerance, religious bigotry, racism, gender imbalance or caste stigma will know where this drum is sounding from!

Buy, then, the Mandela Doctrine: Together, sans Bitterness.

It never fails.

My Swirl for You

There is a link I lost
you now provide
There is a way to lust
you now deride
There is a hate I had
you now sedate
There was this fear around
you knocked aground
Welcome

I am the thanks afar
you now deserve
I am the gong aboard
no one would beat
I am that case
you heard and solved
I am the willing hand
none could engage
Thank you

There is the fear in me
I wish to share...
hidden secrets
I've held for years
There is a day I dread
someday ahead
and wonder if you'll
fight my frights
Welcome

It's the day of a thousand hearts
Heads as sea
Necks adorned
Lights aglow
For at "9 past 9" Due Day
the master-gong will sound
All true-blood will make the round
and the drunken-crowd
will mock the odd
Who be the odd? The barren
of means or mind...
Now, you've saved me both
Thank you

Will you be there
I was lost before
Will you be true
I was mocked before
Will you be swell
I deserve the glee
Will you be all
I must dance for you
Welcome

1993. There was this soul that thought it was all gone, all lost, over. Then the chance to meet and start something. Then the click, and it clicked! Bliss...

Because things are good, the observer records things - as means of lessons and records. The year was 2003. And it still keeps.

Hmm...Poets!

Gain from Bygones

Poor as it comes, the past be past
Tough count
Low as it gets, a past be past
Hard bite
But the business this long
be a trigger both ways:
Pull...or it be pulled!

Build the past
with ya present
Don't fret
Blast the past
from ya moment
Don't doubt
Flush the past
from ya memory
Don't count
Seal the past
with ya present:
All done!

Hot as we lose, past be past
Long song
Cold as we freeze, past is past
Hard grit
And the window this short
be a platform both ways:
Mount...or be mount!

What role for me, dear builder
I'm tasking to heed
What day in me, dear blaster
I'm hurrying to cast
What time is it, dear flusher
I'm tarrying to cheer
Which cut you take, dear sealer
I merry to mould

Dark as we were, the past is past
Crude crawl
Damped as we got, all past be past
Creep crawl
The go this go is the anchor of life:
Hook...or be sunk!

Do you wonder if I'll bother
Do you ponder why I bother
Well, stay calm, honey:
We live a now from whence we came
We have a now by how we build
So, damn your past if you will
It changest not
Shine your now as best you can
It buildest all
And the past will rest...
in perfect sleep:
To give you rest
and perfect peace

Poor as it comes, pray
Hot as we lose, pray
Dark as we are, pray
Then cast ya bridge, dear builder
and join me... in Mission Control:
To a past redeemed...To da past no more!

What do you think: All them "come-back kids" we hear about, see around...they didn't drop from Mars, you know? They did it all here, right here on Planet Earth. Yes.

Get hold of yourself...and just get on with it, folks! Get the past out of the way, it's fouling things and blocking you!! Yes.

Who the blast am I to say? Past or blast, tag me...Town Crier! Yes.

One To Last

Body to body
spirit by spirit
we won't be different
tonight
Alas, we ought be bonded
at last

Story of story
music to lyrics
I have a message
for you
At last, we will be bonded
alas

Dawn was the messenger of bliss
But I queried - not knowing
slow searching!
Noon was the driver of bliss
But I questioned its very route
still searching!
How a simple eve on nature's route
can act to heal...
How a merry tip from distant lips
can heal a heart...
How, dear apple, your sweetly lines
can chant and rhyme...
Love be the setting, alas
Love is the ending, at last!

Body to spirit
spirit and body
we won't be different
tonight
For, as one, we will be bonded
at last
And, by love, we will be different
no more!

Let no one kid you, the power of love is love. Now, for this to last you will have to journey to the place called LoveLand. And bite the bullet.

If you doubt or ask, pray, you are not alone. It's in the pie!

Some Know, Some Row

Season of trials
season of trails
Reasons for pain
reasons for gain
You may go
You may behold

Some know, some row
I may win
I may wink
Some know...
and some row

Unions are unions
Pinions be pinions
If you pick the onions
you know your onions
If you lack opinion
you have no onion

Some know, some row
You may go
You may behold
No matter
I may win
I may wink
No matter
Some will row...
and some just know

Of all things bold
or told
some know, some row
Of all things high
and nigh
some just row...
and some will know

This is a verse which tells and sells to self. You can't choose (okay, shouldn't choose) for others. So, you sing to them...in verses, just in case!

Yeah, sounds, not fury.

Power Shows Them

Dear Power
Thank you...
For we now know

But for you
they would have tricked us
used us
and dumped us, again

But for you
they would have ganged up
sold all
and mocked us, again

Dearest Power
Thank you...
For we now know

When we fought for freedom
they joined the dictators
When we sought democracy
they joined the usurpers
We forgave
they forgot
We voted
they plotted
We danced for nation
they pranced for pocket

Now is time for change
they forget their oath
Now is time to render
they forget their pledge
Thank you Power
for piercing their ranks
for showing their soul
and sheathing our sword

Oh, thank you Power
They would have used us, again
conned us again
Yes...
They would have killed, maimed
and fooled us, again
But Power, dear Power
You've shown them to us, anew
Yes...
Since you tackled them at noon
exposing their post and posing
they can't fool us at night, again
Yes...
Come election, next Elections
their chickens will come home
to roost

Pay Day is round the corner for elected officials who do not perform. And why not? Never take voters for a ride, nor your nation for granted. No.

Now it happens everywhere: politicians failing the electorate. So, this is not a third world sin. It is universal, and is becoming surprisingly globalised.

2007 will follow 2006 in punishing the guilty. No question.

For Nigeria, my country, we are entering our Era of Renaissance from this year. Let all who love this land work for that. Thank you for your positive part.