HEAVY HEART.

On a scorching day
Mr Sun donates his illuminating inferno on earth
Her baby is strapped on her weary vertebra 
Load dangling on her brooded upstairs 
Her child beside her drives one in the same manner
They are casted out abruptly from their abode
On their feet they opt for a solace quest
Colourful misty dust embraced their languid legs
To wish them good luck
Which no soul did
Tress bowed their heads to bade them farewell
Which no mortal did
Stems of leaves baced soft wind on them
To fraught them  spirit of hope they lost
The scorching sun shoned on them
To ignite illumination on the terrain
They are hiking on
Marching is the only propeller they have
To reach their desired destination.

- Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

HOW WE CONTRIBUTE TO THE JEALOUSY PEOPLE HAVE FOR US.

Humans are created from jealousness. People can't help it but to jealous when others have what they don't have. You know your friends or your siblings doesn't have a particular thing yet you brag in front of him or her that you have this you have that or you flaunt that thing in their presence or you tell them you have money when you know they are broke. What do you expect of them in return apart from "Jealousy". When you have something that others don't have or you think they will be envious of you don't brag with that thing or flaunt it in their presence, hide it from them if you can and live your life peacefully. Jealousy turns to envy, envy turns to wicked and devilish act. Don't let people harm you, always be careful of what you say, show off or post on social medias. Not everybody that laughs with you and call themselves your friend is truly your friend or your family, some are just the devil in disguise while some are the devil apprentice.

NIGERIAN PROBLEMS IS BEYOND PHYSICAL, NOW A SPECTRE.

The problems in Nigeria is now beyond ordinary human eyes. Everything is turning upside down on a daily basis, up from the elites who run the government administration of this country down to the citizens. The massive corruption game and greed game played on the Nigerian government ship is not a new thing anymore, all Nigerian citizens are aware of it. The rate of this game played in Nigeria is not a normal thing, it's something spiritual, imagine the masses in Nigerian are wallowing in abject penury and have thousands of unemployed youths in a great country that calls itself "Giant Of Africa". I think a negative energy is behind all these. Imagine the large number of pastors and mallams we have in this ungodly motherland of ours yet the game seize to exist. I doubt if these holy men are praying for Nigeria or God is not answering their prayers or they too are part and parcel of this nasty game. Another spectre issue is the game of Boko haram, it has refused to stop existing despite all the government's effort to delible it. This things has made me come to the conclusion that some thing dark and powerful is behind this and living bodies in our motherland are the vehicle that led to this awful games. Prayers from clean hearts of holy men; pastors and mallams are vital to help reduce these awful and deadly games played in Nigeria.

HALF HUMAN HALF GODDESS.

I know a young beautiful virtuous damsel
Who's a half human half goddess
Very alluring with all the perfect curves
From left to right
Back to front
Men eyes employ themselves
To stares at this damsel for a lifetime
Skin so sleek and soft
Every man will want to have a feel

Graced with the sixth sense
Exercises extra ordinary feats
That mortals can't exercise 
Only goddess are endowed with such
Half human half goddess
Is her model of creation
Graced with an angelic heart too
An angel in human form
A wife material 
But hot temper is her only flaw.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

THE LAMENTERS.

Bitter hearts laments the dirge
With their five sense organs
Accompanied by sweet high pitch and rhythm
With an accent of a wailer like the moirologist 
Hearts are now broken China
Left unamended in the scorching sun rays
Mortal bodies oozes river of tears
Weeping becomes their hubby
Bewailing floods their home
Even the walls too wails.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

DEVIL'S APPRENTICE.

Engraved religion all over their torso like a tattoo
Very visible on their forehead too
Very clear to every soul's vision
The holy house is their second home
They are daily customers of worship
Cuddles the holy book like a baby
Reciting the holy corpus daily
Performing the act of a prayer warrior
Meditating to the Great Master above daily
Graced with the might to see visions
Narrates your problems like a short story
Like a messiah sent to save earth
But only a devil's apprentice
Employed to drive earth into carnage

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.

                            MEN IN UNIFORM.
Not banished from home
But stays away from family
All in the course of serving our motherland
After signing their death warrant 
They match to war fronts
Willingly offering themselves to Mr Death
Feasting themselves to wars
One after the other
They embrace the warm bullets as hugs
Welcome the hot hungry bombs like good friends
Accompany the missiles to achieve its aim on them
Roasted like barbecue
Now eaten up by war brutally
Lost a leg, hand or an eye
When they depart this world
Their cold bodies are dragged on the rough earth
Contempt burial is what is served to them
Their families now wallow in abject penury
Their compensation is swallowed by the top men
Years of sacrifice was in vain
Heroic deeds are not noted
But turned a blind eye to it.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.