Segun Ozique

Know this space we inhabit is only but a temporary place As fresh leaves and peels soon turn dry, withering to end So us one day would loose our glow till we are no more done Please, for this little time we have, care, even if little Nothing in life is worth the squabble, quarrel, or enmity No matter who you are today, naked we came same we go I care for you, no matter what branch, fruit, leaves you are So if some day you feel down, needing a lift, please call me And if perchance you call and I can't answer, know I need you.

Significant maybe today's world growth and progress A new world harboured with neighbours without borders New world sugary and tasteful spiced with trending channels A world we all can today count uncountable friends World like in a pot like lilly pond of expanded flower family Yet like school yard flag-pole, for the most part, still lonely As the generation previous breezed this way The next and next enmeshed as all else followed Busy chasing shade of blind-folded axiomatic trend Illusionary cure we thought we found for isolation Remedy idea to slize distances and construct network bridges Where we all can dance to the new crazy trendy posting tune We are eroding our companionship as, true communication Building union relationship of social media isolationism Gradually loosing our sense of inclusion to delusion Development path-way absorbed and brood in confusion Chatting, beating band and trumpeting in full blast of silence Today's world is steering and veeri

Why won't this damned tears let me be Deep in my soul fleshes my memories of him, Carried in thoughts my pen as chariots interpretes, Sadly in mould of blurs and cracked cast tombstone These are words of my hand, not my heart; not my will, For sadness has wretched my heart, shattered, lost, I am. But, beyond these tears, the splitting heart ache, Of these many questions that won't stop popping; Of this man who each and all knew in pieces I would want pieced together like generic wine Who is Chuzzy, Toks, Chuma, the bits like bites I seeked and found variously his appeal, infecious His reputation on aspects as still, is in comparison; Unlike the many others from shattered field: Those in frontline at times of riot in Sokoto, Those others drinking, partying cocks crow to bed Where as, for the good of being their pals he stays with Yet keeping the mind of youngman of dignified postures, Not doing badly at holding drunken conversations, Yet, wide eyed; all knowi

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