Friday, 26 July 2019

GRIEF






The cursed one, Emperor of near misses
Darkened luck, goons of eclipses
Withered Rose, lushless parlances
Perennial underachiever, disappointment no longer amazes.

The written letters, lot was all missing
Crying cellulars, the most kept wailing
Pivot dates, an end to no waiting
Against willpower, hope slowly withering

All around him ashes and cloud
Ashes over his fire, the things he’s gone through
Cloud ruling his mindly eyes, days to live through
Just when he thought about the cloud

Meteorite struck him, knocked off his doubt
360 degrees, turning him inside out
Enliven hope, making love sprout
Parallel direction, new love route

A dashing Ibo lady, came for his hands
Making love grow on the heart that’s gone bald
Making his dry lips drip her own
Whispering into his ears, words commanding the hormone

As time passes, they sat on the wreckage of the meteorite
Concocting a future so bright
With a supernatural being, unequalled in might
As the reality dons on me, I went back to Grief.




 (C) 2018
@KING_KOKO

Wednesday, 17 July 2019

Na your Papa house?





We’ve all come to an agreement, that most of the sectors in Nigeria need some serious revamping. From education, to entertainment, to construction, no least house rent or tenancy law. Darn!! The stakeholders in this sector go about their activities displaying all the vices we were warned against:-tribalism, hatred for women, lack of trust in young ones, wanton greed, nepotism just to mention a few.

Starting from the agents, they are so greedy and heartless that they want gratifications from everyone, without even been of help to you yet. They don’t want to spend money at all to push their work. Ask for an apartment, they’ll reel the list in:- inspection money, airtime, data, even salary. No sympathy, they just want to eat your budgeted cash, no one bothers where you lay your head. When they get for you, after all your investments in them, you’ll still be required to pay 20% of your house rent, oluwa ooooo.  That’s extra 100k on a half a mil rent.

But you are still not done, landlords and caretakers love drawing blood. Demanding another 20% after the house rent. 10% as agreement and another 10% for caution(That’s extra 100k on a half a mil rent. Makes 700k package). While caution is still understandable, because it serves as a constant reminder and deterrence from misusing or being carefree with the amenities pre-installed in the apartment, what good does agreement do or what purpose does it serve? Like WTF?? Like, I have to pay the landlord, that I’ve agreed to take the house I came to pay its rent. Why did I come initially, was it to pay for the apartment and go sleep on the streets??

Then, the probing continues. Some people from a particular tribe are preferred over those from another. If you are Igbo, then it’ll take some wheat-like sieving. Some of them don’t even know the difference between Igbos and those from Middle-belt. If you sha aren’t Yoruba or Hausa, then you must be Igbo. That’s some narrow mindedness.

If you are a Christian or Muslim and the landlord doesn’t feel comfy with your religion, you’ll search farther and farther. If you are a young chap, they’ll say your money is not legit, hence they can’t give house to a yahoo boy. If you are a single man, they’ll worry why you are not married. If your work isn’t one with high salary or turn over, they’ll worry over how you’ll get subsequent payments.

If you are a single or unmarried woman, the hatred is even more. They feel you’ll be promiscuous. They feel you’ll be bringing men home week in, week out. They feel you’ll be rude and lousy when there are issues. They feel this, they feel that, they feel every emotion towards you except the positive ones. They don’t even think it twice. They want you to get married first, to prove you’re a responsible person so you won’t give them problem and so that they can relate with a perceived more understanding husband if there’s an issue. Isn’t this reasoning dumb?

What would we do to please these people?? Life happens to everyone and we all have to get a place to live regardless of our story. We can’t sleep outside, we can’t keep enduring ridicule just because of accommodation. There are good ones across the board though. S/o to them.

I feel the law has the biggest chance of redressing these injustices. Let the law take care of these issues, and let everyone have that access to the law in seeking justice. I know court appearances would increase, but I’d rather take my chances with the legal system than being the victim of this crop of stakeholders who are bunch of nitwits, retarded misogynists, privileged simpletons, fastidious tribalists and religious fanatics.

The sooner someone acts to quell this 'onslaught', the faster the melee ends.




@KING_KOKO
(C) 2019.




(c) 2018
@KING_KOKO

Monday, 15 July 2019

OATH









We humans are so complicated, in the light of the summations that lead us to making decisions. We become deceitful in our efforts to be true to all available pathways of life. Every now and then, if we have our way, we want to be part of everything. Hence, no truer way have we shown solidarity than by averring allegiance with OATH.

There are many parts of us which are divided in sworn oaths to family, religion, society, community, humanity, health and many more. So many oaths that we cannot even count. They make you swear and swear. Under the extreme weight of these oaths and allegiances, we end up compromising, for it is inevitable. So I ask, why the superfluity of sworn oaths when compromise is inevitable???

Take a knight for example, a man of honor enlisted and ranked for the display of these endearing qualities - purity of heart, valor, honor, virtue, integrity and chastity. {S}He comes under oath to the land, the brotherhood, the innocent, the weak ,and most importantly the king. Before the knighthood oath, he owes his parents obedience, his family, his place of origin.

Under all these oaths, can he really play fair and keep everyone happy? What about when there are conflicting demands.?? Wont he forsake the oaths earlier taken? What if his father despises the king? What if the king massacres the innocent? What if the king wants him to behead his father?? What if the Gods want the king removed?? Or the brotherhood wants to revolt and usurp the king?? Moving forward requires breaking oaths to strengthen other oaths.

Then to what end are we humans always demanding oath for allegiances? If compromise is inevitable why the emphasis on allegiance?? Can’t we share fairly and tilt when the circumstances are extenuating?? Sometimes, I think about things like these when my own paths make my oaths challenging.

So before you label my decisions wrong and me an oath-breaker, ask yourself, can we really keep all these oaths???? Because no matter what you do, you’ll forsake one oath or another.




(c) 2019
@KING_KOKO

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Friday, 16 September 2016

SHE'S WAR ZONE!


















...it kept re-playing.
for years,even years we both worked hard
to make our friendship vaster than your daddy's vineyard
vaster,vaster than seven empires
after so many years,even years
our friendship became better than any of our pears,
many times,even times we were called brothers
though we came from different mothers
easily known afar off like the twin towers
until we met the small-little-brat-JACKASS,
she pounced on and sucked life out of our friendship
with communication gone,we faced our maiden hardship
now polarized,as distant as the star
don't know maybe she'd play the soothing guitar,
I knew she hasn't won
on this simple truth I've hung,
mr advocate
with ten of you she'd still be intestate
you were watching as fire came&destroyed everything
your friend orchestrated everything
she's from the devil
like every girl that is 'beautiful'.
He might not be in the class of Albert,Luther,Aristotle or Gamaliel, but never would he be run-over by that sucking little girl!

A heartfelt farewell.

A heartfelt farewell. 









They say life is In stages
One phase leads to the next
Each marked by varying ages
But some still transcend this context

If only life were free
And anything I want I could catch
I'd order an ocean of tea
Spending time with you all on a private yatch

If all the papers in the world were money
And I'm not so so broke
New buka becomes not so far for our regular moment of festivity
And I'd share with you a billion cans of coke

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting
Or being lied about,don't deal in lies
Or being hated don't give way to hating
And yet don't look too good nor talk too wise

If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat them both the same

We'll party
We'll exchange endearing words
We'll hold on to you for eternity
when it's time to leave us

We think you'd be around forever
Til goodbye came along
Though we won't always be together
At least we have this bond

we are glad to see you leave this citadel
It is not without tears and pain of a thousand deaths
We bid a heartfelt farewell
And hope to meet again as well

We may not remember,the times when we had few
But never never never ,may we forget the faces of you
We wishing you a future which shines so bright
For you have brought us untold delight.


Written by FADED.

SUICIDE_JOURNEY OF NO RETURN.(SEQUEL)

SUICIDE_JOURNEY OF NO RETURN (SEQUEL)








A glowing room
Filled with broken dreams,
Joy as we see
Nothing like it seems,

Two diamond rings on the altar
Either they go or I take the elixir,
Borderline is taking over
When would ultimateX be over?

In my tears, you could watch a castle
In my fears, you could paddle a boat
Rip my soul, tear my body apart,
Put an arrow into my heart feeling the wrath at last

The prayers couldn't resurrect,
So downtrodden, so downcast.
Each day, longing for the old me
Deep down decaying in the dust

Life a gift, me done
Out of my skin let it burn,
Sometimes I just want to go and never return
Far from it, want to run.

No one sees surface-beneath
Could be a knot of a rope a long walk into a transformer,
Even a sip of poison laced water,
Maybe carbon-dioxide choke

Now I know the time is nigh
Never would it be another day,
You don't get to choose how to die
Except you walk down this way,

What if nature did choose?
Mere mortals, how could we refuse?
A little respite I want from above
Oh God, I deserve more love.




"If you don't attach yourself to people and desires, never would your heart be broken “   Jackie Chan.


#CHIEFKOKO
#BOSP_INC


Friday, 9 September 2016

FOR THE GIRL I USED TO BE!






I used to be that girl..
That girl who believed with all her heart that love was just right there waiting
That everyone was good
That pain, indescribable pain, didn't exist
I used to believe with every fibre of my being
That love was everywhere
If only I'll stop to take it
I believed in the perfect
That bad things didn't come and go
That life doesn't hold more pain than joy
That love was everlasting
And we all had a piece of it

Until...
One rainy day
I saw the truth
The painful
Heartrending
Heartbreaking truth
That love didn't always exist
That fire didn't always burn
Love wasn't perfect
And cute
And sweet
And always without pain
Sometimes love hurts too
Sometimes the people you love
Will hurt you
Break your heart into a tiny little pieces
Pieces that could never be whole again
That innocent
Big hearted
Fun loving
Trusting
Believing girl
Was gone
Gone....

I used to be that girl...
Who wore her heart out on her sleeve
Who decided to stop looking
For love in people
But who chose to find love
In the pages of a book
Pages of novels written
Both old and new
I found that forever
In the written word
So I chose to block out the pain that way
To find happy ever after
In fairy tales
And to believe that
Just around the corner
Mine will come to take me out
Of the pain I sometimes feel
I saw myself in everyone of those characters
I became them...

Until...
One day,
I couldn't
I couldn't see myself there again
I couldn't find my joy there again
That forever love

Saturday, 27 August 2016

SOME DAYS




SOME DAYS............





Some days are better than others
Some days you won't be able to get up
Some days the weight of life will press you down
Some days you won't be able to stop the tears
Some days life will seem unlivable

Some days heaven will fall
Some days no one will be there
Some days comfort will elude you

SONG OF A DANCER





THE SONG OF A DANCER.



It was a sound I danced to all semester,the first in a row of two. All day long,at night when I was sleeping on my grave-like bed. In the ministry, while hanging with my friends,in front of my computer and sometimes even inside the kingdom hall.
 

I was ever restless,ever active. I swung my head like a small child refusing to give cookies out. It made my hands go back and forth like those of Leonardo Da vinci in the process of drawing one of the greatest work of art-Mona lisa.

Thursday, 14 April 2016

OBAFEMI AWOLOWO UNIVERSITY

LAND OF HERITAGE




You hold our story,
In your very large hands,
Like treasure in a chest,
Valuable is our story,
So are your hands that held it.
Your voice speaks culture, shouts tradition,
And reveals indigenous peculiarities,
From your deep roots have grown time tested branches.

Like a mother with a large heart,
You extended your warm hand,
To all that trace their steps to you,
Giving generously to them,
The gifts that mother nature,
Has so endowed you with.

With your land mass, you support thousands of body mass,
As you hold up their feet, with your ground.
Trees grow, and fruits are harvested,

Saturday, 6 February 2016

Effect of first try.

Once again,The sun would shine
Albeit the exact variation,
Once again,The moment would be mine
Albeit the same direction.

Forever,I hold my peace
With my life I'd hold my own,
No need for a repeat
For my heart is made of stone!


#CHIEFKOKO
#BOSP_INC

Sunday, 31 January 2016

MISSING ME? (NUGA 2014)

Will she miss me? I asked myself. That's a strong yes! Why won't she?
The girl comes to the market across the dusty road in this war torn town to transact business deals everyday.
What could have caught her attention so much? Since the first day she looked up and saw me on my floor,she had been gwaking at me. Could it be my freshness,being an aristocratic guy,or the fact that she saw me in a house that no one had stayed for a while?
Whatever her reason, she has to find another way of satisfying that need,because that's exactly what I'm doing myself,leaving here to find an alternative way to live without my problems- hunger,living in isolation,security worries,dust and pressures from school. I know my destination "the city of unfallen kings".





#CHIEFKOKO
#BOSP_INC

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Amazing People (NUGA 2014)


As I looked down on the ever bubbling city-market below my floor,I saw old automobiles,dilapidated buildings,dirty kiosks,tattered roofs,dust-producing-factory called road,beaming smiles on peoples faces and beyond their bodies I could guess that their minds were free of all my problems-the eviction,security worries,the problem of loneliness,hunger,lack of trust and an ever present hope of been accepted by the ones I cared about the most.
Maybe they live for each day? How will I know, when I've sunk into the possibility of never surviving this terrible period!

#SELVABOYE
#BOSP_INC

Friday, 22 January 2016

Forever gone


In the dense darkness
You brought shimmering light
At my point weakest
You infused me with might

The one to carry one
Of a thousand legions though in number I am one
A progressive condition
For without you I'd be forever gone.

#CHIEFKOKO
#BOSP_INC


Thursday, 3 December 2015

WELCOME 2014/2015








Taking a momentary look, a sustained look at them Something rushing through my soul, troubling my sight These rare set of new students They are like untainted light, shining so bright
I will look at them but with my shades on I will tell tales of their accomplishments definitely with passion Fresh, reminiscent of juice from a king’s winery, our own freshers Eyes beaming they are like blooming petals.
They are precious stones waiting to be refined Their essence ready to be defined Beneath their beautiful are valor and strength With their fingers of fury they proved to be the best
They've made a walk of competition stood out from the crowd Heroes to the friends and families they have made proud Get the trumpet, sound it out loud It’s an epic triumph, they’ve held us spellbound
As we welcome your comely feet into our midst We take your lovely hands and lead you to a feast A feast filled with great rejoicing and laughter While we tell tales of our 'journey' that leaves you wiser
The things we've seen the things we've experienced Takes Jah's assistance to survive far beyond common sense Tread softly learn from our footsteps Ask for help from us for everyone cares
We've got an accommodating bosom for you to lean on Our ears would always be attentive whenever you call on We rejoice with you for today is your day As our care for you spreads all over you like the sun's ray
It is a new dawn, beginning of an era So to our lives and this great citadel of learning we welcome you, our amazing brothers and sisters.


ANONYMOUS WRITER.

Monday, 30 November 2015

Voice of Hope






A voice is crying out
Beyond walls and barriers,sounding loud
Deep in our hearts,motivating us
Giving us a re-think of our course
To a country so enmeshed in problems
Ruled by government deeply entrenched in corruption
When it seems we can no longer cope
Listen to the voice of hope
Calling out into every nook and cranny
Beyond social stratification,beyond ethnicity
Right into the ears of everyone living
Listen to the voice of hope
A journey so long
Challenges so strong
We can weather the storm
If only,we Listen to the voice of hope
They said we are sick
Our free fall at its peak
'Nigeria is gone' so they speak
These sayings would not matter with voice of hope

Though In the marshy waters of mediocrity is our education
Security for a while hanging on probation
We'll survive as a nation
as long as we,listen to the voice of hope

Poverty rules throughout the country
Pressing us down with its iron fist
Yard by yard making life hard,inch by inch not even cinch
Our 'messiah' is our voice of hope

Looking through the window pane
salvation would definitely come our way
sunshine beyond the rain
light at the end of the tunnel

but for how long will our bodies be pummeled?
we'll live to see the day
If only we give credence to the voice of hope.





#CHIEFKOKO
#BOSP_INC

Sunday, 29 November 2015

SELFIE WITH A STRANGER!

SELFIE WITH A STRANGER


All my life I have waited for this A Stir at a camera,at its lens Whether of a phone or another device With an unusual facial expression
Neither am I mr world Nor am I a demi-god Being a living human I deserve a one in a lifetime selfie
Definitely not an absurd expression of romantic hope For am not in search of a lover I will take prided strides in the adulation When men scorn I'd smile back in deception
Not with a man like me

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

DEMOCRACY DAY




A new administration, 
beginning of another long night, expectations,skyscraper high, equally for disappointment the time could be nigh.
A general so ruthless like a maned young lion, so determined, with searing passion.
They said we are sick BUHARI is the panacea, our Free fall at its peak the general would catch us,they opined.

Thursday, 3 September 2015

7th DAY OF LOVE(CULLED FROM 30 DAYS OF LOVE)










Having a coke with you is better than visiting the most expensive restaurant in the world on a stomach rumbling afternoon,


Probably because of your disposition,height,smile,speech-whole being,


Among all things I’ll do it because of your beauty,


You are strikingly beautiful that every-time I look at you the porches have no faces,

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

OCTOBER 28, 2012



Went to U.I for a programme, but I found out that I was re-programmed from who I used to be before I entered the hall where the event took place. I left as a different person. Food, drinks, the program parts? None of the aforementioned reasons caused the programming. A damsel did!!!!!!!!!! Had to start scribbling immediately for my own self gratification, and those hasty and untidy smallish letters led to this poem you are about to read.
























October 28, 2012 

Great sailors compact ships wonderful ocean and a cool day 11:57 am October 28, 2012,

A milestone in their lives as honors is being conferred on them as new captains,

Here to fore wanted to stay with them 'til the end,

People basking in the euphoria of the new achievement,

Captains off into delirium as to what awaits them,

In the flurry of these I took my eyes off them neither did I know that my mind would follow

In the luminosity of the day I saw a symbol of beauty personified,

Immediately I became no longer enamored with the idea of spending my whole day with them,

My usual non-committal response that I could mutter were perspicacious remarks,

Don’t blame me but the conspicuous girl with an idyllic existence,

My body was getting cold like a sick Rabbit trapped in snow,

I could feel a fluttering pulse in my veins and heart,

It affected my mind as the many atmospheres of deep water affect the body of the diver.