FENCE OF FEATHERS

Ideas were itching in mind

One to another we table

Sincerity unites in truth

On to another we lean

But a lean on FEATHER

In a cloak of pillar

Count on us they chorused

We'll guide you through

You need change they chant

Put us in we'll Change

But a change to worse

In the beauty of charisma

Who guide but the blind

As prototype of his in anticipation

Walk before me

And be thou perfect

We did in a tunnel

We are lost

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My Journey to Bayelsa My journey to Bayelsa began on the day I printed my call-up letter, which serves as a pass to enter the main camp. Coincidentally, my travel coincided with a period of fuel scarcity in the country, particularly in Lagos, which led to a surge in transportation costs. However, I was fortunate to encounter favorable circumstances on my way to Bayelsa, my deployment state.

I know

Dark was the day and gloomy the night When lives of youths who for their right Raised their voices with unbridled passion Met their doom while on their civil mission They die helplessly on our street Unprepared, yet long eternity to meet. Oh that our white flag means peace Oh that our national identity remained unstained We would have walk and work with ease But for the massacre we are pained When will thou arise and shine And put on your purple and wine Let it not be later But rise now, Father of fathers To help the nation whom though loveth For I know, HE liveth. ✍🏽 David Olumide (Beloved)

HATTHORN

We look from gloom couldn't see afore worried we became Eccentric and despondency became our friend We couldn't see We unveiled and hat on We rejoiced and merry Alas! A thorn in hat Erosion of blood gully down We bath in our joy of agony We comfort another This is but for a while We dine with our trespasses We bade farewell to the night Hoping for a dawn of uncertainty We left as we came @Oladecious Ade

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