Self without esteem and how i got my groove back

I plant seeds of myself but confidence never grows
I've missed a lot of chances, like a thousand free throws
I unveil self without esteem and I hope it never shows
Cos I'm standing here and trying, like no one ever knows

A journey back in time has a past full of woes
Its hard to seize the present cos I'm running from my foes
In the midst of smiling faces, raised shoulders and legs on toes
My shadow in the spotlight takes me wherever it goes

One day I got tired of admiring them pros
Craving for the attention just to feature in their prose
I changed my self's perception and that was how I rose
Looked at me in the mirror and for once I liked my pose

Do The Write Thing. #BringBackOurGirls

They came that night like they always did BEFORE
This time for the girls and the uniforms they WORE
"Damn Western Education!", they shouted and SWORE
From ceiling to floor, they destroyed the place to its CORE

They came as a always with Shekau at the FORE
Abducted two hundred and thirty four, if not MORE
Then government acted like sleep through a SNORE
Amidst trauma and pain, salt was added to the SORE

So we reacted with all the anger we had in STORE
No parent should ever bury the children they BORE
We must recover all the pages of Chibok, Shekau TORE
We say #BringBackOurGirls, alive and safe to the SHORE.

Happy Easter

SOMEONE RAN MY RACE

I went down on one knee trying to tighten my BOOTLACE
Amidst growing cheers from the stadium's market-like-PLACE
Warming up in Lane 5, these athletes need to give me SPACE
Salvation is personal, keep to your track, don't INTERLACE!

In the blink of an eye, began the hot chase for the MACE
With focused gaze, Muscle-powered strides and strong PACE
Far from the finished line, I was close to my DISGRACE
But I broke records and set new ones cos someone ran my RACE

I heaved a sigh and made a sign of the cross across my FACE
So close, I would have been so lost without a TRACE
At work is redemption, boundless love and amazing GRACE
Through Jesus and his ever-waiting merciful EMBRACE

HE IS ALIVE

To die for the sins of mankind was what he CHOSE
Not far from where he was buried, some ladies came CLOSE
His tomb was open, Angel Gabriel struck a POSE
The soldiers on guard were in a state of COMATOSE

"You are here for the one who was crucified I SUPPOSE"
Looking at the empty grave, the women tried to JUXTAPOSE
A mystery far beyond poetry, drama and PROSE
Jesus died and was buried and on the third day he ROSE

PARADIGM SHIFT

I'm taking another look at the political CLIME
How it changes the orange of the masses into LIME
Then I spot a Commander-in-Chief covered in SLIME
I remember his "I had no shoe" speech was SUBLIME

Corruption has been spiced with Curry and THYME
Between acting and reacting, many people just MIME
I was writing on how Paradigm Shift is an ENZYME
When I found Inspiration in TIME for another RHYME

The Diary of a Lagosian

Its a brand new day and a time to start EXPLORING
Eyes on the prize, all else I'm simply IGNORING
At the end of the day, imagine the way I'd be SOARING
Imagine me, imagine the champagne I'll be POURING

Its a used up day, I've used up all the vibe I was STORING
It must have been the goalpost, how come I wasn't SCORING?
its a brand new day, my wife said last night I was SNORING
I told her if life was easy, existence would be BORING

From Splendor to Street Vendor

The palace of King Saul, magnificent with SPLENDOR
But when he becomes possessed so much for the bad ODOR
David plays his guitar chords from his CORRIDOR
His music drives evil spirits as far as ECUADOR

Saul was supposed to be a royal AMBASSADOR
He thought David was trying to outdo him OUTDOOR
He began to spend more time with the witch of ENDOR
His end was worse than that of a street VENDOR

An open letter to lifetime

•Dear Past,

I have seen and read the last letter you sent
It had your signature and the usual scent
You got me thinking, what was your intent?
Well, your tent is a place I'm no longer content

It hurts and I know you smile when I lament
About the things I've been through and the way it all went
Guess what, there is something I found out of recent
That the future is an event you cannot prevent

Its over between us,
Sincerely, the Present.

•Dear Present,

I can see you are trying to recover very fast
After a series of flashbacks that hit you with a blast
Half-caste, yet looking like a flag at half-mast
I dare you to move on, I'm sure it won't last.

I'll see you later,
Sincerely, your Past.

•Dear Past,

Its been days, weeks and months down the line
For years you stole my joy and took my shine
From the failed relationships that got to my spine
Walking away, I'm moving on and  doing just fine

Sincerely, I've moved on,
A present you can't define.

•Dear Present,

How about the bad habits that still come around?
So much for your shortcomings and how they abound
You keep talking about how you are homeward bound
And forget the resentment holding you to the ground

Sincerely yours,
The Past,lost but found

•Dear Past,

Maybe forgiveness is right where I fell
For sure, my redemption has stories to tell
And I'm better than who I used to be as well
As for the 'Future', that's a word you can never spell

Remain my Past,
The Present, bidding you farewell.

•Dear Past and Present,

I saw and read your open letters on dailymail
So I thought wise to send you an email
What do you get when you visit the past in jail?
Painful memories hanging from the wall on a nail

We have a past in need of bail to no avail
When the present decides against all odds to prevail
So get on board, steer the oars, set the sail
You've come too far to give up or afford to fail

Sincerely,
The Future. Your tomorrow in detail