MIGRAINE (1).

Wearing my thought's cloak
Not jubilating over it
Never thought the love would shine for a short recess
It fade away so quickly
There's no remedy to the love saga
I can only watch nature takes its cause.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

DISSEMBLE IS OVER.

We were swallowed up by pride
Because an eye is for an eye
Blood is for blood
I hide myself in dissemble
It eat me up

The bigger show happened
My birthday was noticed
Call of good wishes came in
I didn't do so during her time

I wore shame's flesh
The silence of seven hundred and twenty hours
Has been broken
Still, pride swallowed me
Swallowed us both

We didn't resume how we use to be
Despite my pleas of "sorries".

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

MY MOTHERLAND.

Oh my motherland!
A land where the citizens are lost
A land that rears deceit
Swarming with makers of corruption
Amenders of suitable corruption
Givers of packs of abject penury
Emaciation is received as present
People are paid in cowries
Instead of real money
After rendering their services

Oh my motherland!
A land that swarms with varieties of cultures
A land that has employed no unity
Seizing each others breathe is our hubby
People now think like a machine

Oh my motherland!
A land where darkness is our light
Where souls are bargained
Where ritual is the ticket to success
Orderliness is no longer the order of the day
Holy constitution have gone extinct
Oh my motherland!
Is this what you wish to become of your land?

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

WEST WIND.

Whirling from the west came the wind
The wind washed off our cultures
Blew away our thatched houses
Dissected our earth strictly made for farming
In search of oil and valuable substances

The wind whirled alongside with fog
Filling our eyes
Which made us blind
Also washed our hearts hollow.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A

                          JUNE 28, 2018.

An unforgettable day in Lagos city
When tragedy struck a bridge there
The horizon was filled with thick fumes of smolder
When a propeller of oil carrier displayed a daredeviltry
Which flooded the bridge of Otedola in carnage
Unaccounted heavy healthy men were lost
Unidentifiable roasted bodies like beefsteak was recovered 
Scores of cars were lost too, roasted to carcass.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

THE WALKING FEET.

Walking feet
Embracing their daily record of scripts
In their palms
And their slinging pouch
Going on a mission
Preparing for the D-day ahead
D-day's coming soon
Soon like the night waiting for the morning to come.

— Lawal Abdulhamid A.

THE JOURNEY.

Tell them to prepare my traveling clothes well
Tell them to lay my bed with joy
Tell them to smile not sobering while am gone
Tell them it's a journey i must take
Tell them it's either sooner or later
Tell them it's my master calling
Tell them it's a journey they will encounter too
Tell them it's either sooner or later.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.