The Raining Days
By
Kazeem Badrudeen
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Waiting a long time
on August 16. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I have been waiting a long time.
I have been waiting for a long time for the day that freedom will come.
Have been talking with the trees, trying to find confort.
The spring water is not dry yet....
So I will continue to let the burning sun burn my
heartless body. Each time that raindrop is a
chance to count my gold coins.
So waiting for that rain drop is harmless
to me at this time. I am under no illusion,
for I know the time will come. For the
melting snow is a sign of what's ahead. The time is soon
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My fights
on August 16. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
The world I live in is surrounded by bloods.
The battle I fight day and night will go not without victory.
The clear blue sky will guide me through the days ahead.
The big gloomy moon will show me the way at nights.
All I have to do is drive my boat to the other side.
Calling on thee is one thing; another is to believe in him.
The world is no longer what it once was.
Civilization is a major indicator of what the world as become.
In the mist of all this, I will fight to make it through.
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My true Friend
on August 17. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
In this ever changing world, nearly everything will change,
but one thing that can be said to be stable is my true friend.
He care not what I say to him in my time of need, for he can hide no true from me.
My true friend did more than be there; he cared when it matter most.
My true friend can be called on at night, day,
anytime, for he will not hesitate to come be by my side.
All I ask of my true friend is to listen to me.
The solution to the problem is in my hand.
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Our enemy shall crumbled
on August 18. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Those trying so hard
to bring our nation down must realize
that the power that unite us
is unbreakable.
They must understand
that darkness cannot fully
cover our cloud of brighter days.
They must understand we
will stand on guard for
That day might knock
our doors to take our
joy away.
They must realize that
their attempt must surely
Failed.
We assure them that we
are not blind, nor are doomed
For us to see and match
them over on our
way to the land of promise
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A day to love
on August 20. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
A day just for love.
Just for giving the world a
chance.
Avoiding to accidental step on
a living creature like him.
What made such a day
and a night just for saving
him from his burning pain.
While he can see the creatures
Worked past them, making no accident.
Cool and farm on the night that
light has beamed on him
having no intention of
memories of that creature
A range of emotions run
through him
emptying every pity in
his eyes
Cry not, ho cry not
for your dreams are real.
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River of joy.
on August 21. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
How does this day start
without notifying me of
the pleasant smell of rain along with it.
This smell is none other than
those sweet memories that
call on to me in the forever lonely in
which Live.
Counting every drop
is nothing but a way of thanking
the millions of drupelets
that rain that make my life manful.
Hold on life; hold on day
Please me by malting in to this ever
flowing river of joy.
Enrich my mood with your colorless body.
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A crime to love
on August 21. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Speak in to my voice with
what has made your love
the only one that make my eyes blink into
the world of dreams.
Capturering the excitement
every step
of every laughter being express
only by our touch.
Make our energy come
to life while asking for the reason a man
dint love in his early days.
Why a man as chosen to save himself for
that moment of oneness sheared by the
two mad lovers.
Creating the night with that magic spearks
that I have never once felt.
A crime that man as always commit.
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Love of galaxy light
on August 22. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
My heart is ready to sing and praise
the love of this one of
a kind night.
My mind is ready to dance to the thought
of another night of
smile that takes my problems away.
This sweet taste of romance is carrying
my heart to a galaxy far, far away.
Where my eyes can envision the light of
my only love among the billions of other
galaxies in this universe of lovers.
My whole being is ready to embrace
the thought of this one love galaxy that
has kept my eyes closed to the rest.
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My fights
on August 24. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
How can I love when the only word in her
dark, blue eyes is danger? She crafted her words
so smooth that no one,
but me have understand the meaning of that word that
take your breath away.
I ask nothing of her but to love in peace. To love in peace, as
nothing else please my Soule more than to see those golden, round eyes
envision in my dreams many times before.
Those eye that shirted my heart and l
leave me forever longing for more of her love.
Nothing in this world can replace the chemistry sheared
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Chemistry of Love
on August 24. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
How can I love when the only word in her
dark, blue eyes is danger? She crafted her words
so smooth that no one,
but me have understand the meaning of that word that
take your breath away.
I ask nothing of her but to love in peace. To love in peace, as
nothing else please my Soule more than to see those golden, round eyes
envision in my dreams many times before. Those eyes that shattered my heart and
have me forever longing for more of her love. Nothing in this world can replace the chemistry sheared.
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Slave Oppressors
on August 24. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
How powerful truly are those
who love and served his kingdom
with the whole being of their power?
How majestic is his name shouted on
by billions of his slaves that lay before
him for his mercy?
Does he not gave us this power to
trust, believe, and served his kingdom?
What rights do we then have has his
slave to oppress our fellow slave’s mates?
Without him what knowledge do we have?
To found with him, we must seek greater
knowledge of his holly book (Quran).
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Our oneness love
on August 24. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Ever since you left I have lost your number.
In my heart I have no dought that we are one.
How can you ask for my love when
you've gave yours away?
How can you ask me to be there when I have
never really matter to you?
We might live, eat, drink, sleep together,
but we never really matter.
Our love for each other is special, but, yes,
how can that be so with all that we've done to each other?
We are secretly in love but it can
only matter when we care for our oneness.
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Inspirational words 1
on August 25. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
As
long as the people
the people of our
glorious nation stand
together, there is no
one that can bring us down.
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Inspirational words 2
on August 25. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
We
must work along a common
path.
We must speak the same language
if we are to attain the
benefit of
nationhood.
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Inspirational words 3
on August 25. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
A
Nation is build by
people working
hand in hand.
Together,
We will prevail.
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Inspirational words 4
on August 25. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
We
can not afford
to spew away the
sacrifice of our falling heroes.
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Inspiration words 5
on August 25. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Let us sing our
national anthem loud
enough for the people
of the world to hear our cry of joy.
We must proof to the
world why our nation is undividable.
We must do this through our love
for our dearest land.
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Inspiration words 6
on August 25. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
We
must come to the
realization of the
fact that the seed we've
planted for so long
will not yelled into desired result without
much need attention it
deserve to grow into
flour to feed our nation
during the hard time.
We must work hard to
care, and protect this
seed during the growing
days.
With this done, we
can seat and enjoy
our hard work during
the hard time.
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Word I hate
on August 26. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
LIES
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Inspiration words 7
on August 26. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
The
ones that have lost all hope
in this country should see the effort
of this people working hard to
keep us together.
The
most a person can do to
transform his nation is
to offer his service to his father
land.
We must continue to build
on solid foundation laid
by this good people.
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Mercy of God
on August 27. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Kazeem
K- Keep me on the right path my god
A- Allah, show me your mercy
Z- Seep away my wrongs with your power
E- Each day I will praise you
E- Each night I will show the world what you've done for me
M- Meat my soup for me o the powerful god.
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Ho land of Free!
on August 27. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
We are, we are, Nigerians!
Ho Flage Ho Flag Ho Flage of Free!
Ho Flage of Free, guide, protect, keep our
Cherish land Free!
Ho green, feed our
nation during starving time.
Ho with, keep our land peaceful always!
Your history is a testimony to how great
Nigeria is!
How can we then cry
when we've got a flag like you?
How can we diminish among the committee of
nations with you flying high?
Your nation, our nation, my nation Nigeria
need you more than ever before to shine
and fly your great colors
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Time of Ramadan
on August 29. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
A time has come for a man
sicking forgiveness of Allah.
A time has come to remind all Muslims
of the path to heaven.
A time has come for Muslims to be reminded
of their promise to god.
A time has come for us to show selflessness to those in need.
A time has come for Muslims
to renew their contract with their god.
A time has come for Muslims to discharge
their business with fair of Allah.
A time has come to for all Muslims to redirect our
action on corruption to zero percent in his life.
That time is Ramadan
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I live in the world
on August 29. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I live in the world
but not like yours,
for I am destined to come again.
The life I live, the
life I know, we are all
the same in his eyes.
I die the day before i
was born, exsist me
ln the place to start.
I was turned to dog,
I was turned to goat
before I found my place
in life.
I was shown a love of a
mother to start; there
I found my place in life.
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Language of the dead
on August 29. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Another day, another time for
the true language of the dead to be spoken.
The true word of the dead lies
beneath a looker who looked deep
into the meaning of his existence.
realizing that his past
hold the key to the
to the door of the language of the
the dead.
Checking to see if the light
on his way his bright enough.
for him to know if the
language of the dead to
be spoken.
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The doctor said you are dieing.
on August 29. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
It an early morning
as I stand in front of my room door.
I had nothing on, but my singlet and my pajama pant.
I thought for a moment what this moment meant to me.
What does my family think of me?
What does this early moment signify in my life?
I worked close to my mirror and fixed my eye glass.
I sat beside my bed think about one thing.
How can I be dyeing?
Why do the doctors seem so heartless?
I pick up my clothes to put it on, when I heard
a knock on the door.
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A wonderful day
on August 30. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
What a wonderful day today is.
The bright sunny Monday that feels my heart with joy.
This day that calls upon the dead to live.
This is truly an extraordinary morning.
Being awaken to the live on this morning
breath the death of life.
Working along a path that went far enough
to the rivers of life.
I was alone on this bright morning leading to existence
of a being that matters.
My whole being is paralyzed from head
to toe with my cry of goodness.
How come a day this good as bless me with greatness
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Reborn of my being
on August 30. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
What a wonderful day today is.
The bright sunny Monday that feels my heart with joy.
This day that calls upon the dead to live.
This is truly an extraordinary morning.
Being awaken to the live on this morning
breath the death of life.
Working along a path that went far enough
to the rivers of life.
I was alone on this bright morning leading to exsistance
of a being that matters.
My whole being is paralized frome head
to toe with my cry of goodness.
How come a day this good as bless me with greatness
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My second chance
on August 31. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I plan to show my gratitude to him
for giving me a second chance.
I plan to do my very best to stay on the right side
with his help.
My since are bigger than ocean,
but he look past them and handed me another life line.
What a loving god I have. What generous god he is.
Is love is shown selflessly.
Truly he is the most merciful and most compassionate.
My relationship with him is forever.
I must show the world the joy I felt being on his side.
When am with him I fair nothing because he is the god of justice
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Life is good.
on August 31. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Life is good......!!!!!
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Dear Mr. Special gold:
on September 1. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Dear Mr. Precious gold:
I am writing to you this morning to let
You know what a precious gold you are.
You are so rear to find.
When I find you, you will be mine.
You will be mine and I will keep you in
a special case and we
will live together on till
my death.
Dear Mr. Special gold.
Find me in the deep corner of your heart.
Place yourself in visible possession so I can
find you easily.
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The cool moment of my wind.
on September 1. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
The cool moment of my wind is
blowing at pace in which I can feel the knock of life.
I can see the broken sword
put on my door step.
Together the news of my past can be
the casket of their smell.
My eyes can see this breath coming closer
and getting ready to
take the good and leave him bad.
The cool moment of my
wind is working on the
street of the rich like a poor man.
Ready to take a chance at a
glance of a moment on earth.
I will welcome you with my good new
look.
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Years of addiction
on September 2. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I ask not to be judge to rashly,
for my short coming is a grafted moment of
my 17 years of sinking
addiction.
If ever they are enormous enough for
you to handle, I ask for a simple pledge of
confronting pardon.
Pardon me my sickness
of such a keenly heartless
depression.
My core creativeness shows my
burning desire to tumble
to a permanent cure for my illness.
The corrupted hearing of my dead silence speak
out aloud into the empty bodies of blood
rivers. Sicker nights lay spell of desire to crave
tumentment of wine in my heart.
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From one world to another
on September 2. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Every time I create a new world,
my old world hunts me down.
It reminds me of my promises to
never leave in my head.
It whispers a story that can only be
lamented. How far can I ask to go
in my desire to move up.
It remind me of my pelage to create
the scent of emotion to never kill a place in my head .
I can swung my sword up in the air but still have it in my hand.
My new world is my life to
remember a great hero that I am
Never to fair the evil in life, but to move my
head in an entrance of emotional
duty.
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My blindness is my love.
on September 3. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
With you is my love?
With you hear my cries.
For my eyes is my heart
for love is my blindness.
Has leaf on my tree cold
twice is the truth in my heart.
My blindness is my roar
For, Fairness speed in it's right.
Am young till my death
Far from door comes an incentive.
My blindness is my love stamped out truth in my cries.
Senoia Madam fair thus
the big dry sunshine.
My blindness is my love
Has far from cloud
my face, am black and with in love.
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Spring of live
on September 3. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
From the spring of life am born in love.
To seek the path to light in live.
Thus far a quest to born for love.
I speak of light has dark
the moment from shine.
My ups and down for right from wrong.
I lost my way to find my
light.
Evil and good, am bound to live.
Flow South and West has long it can.
I seek the light from guidance to safety.
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Inspiration words 8
on September 6. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
We have together with the good people of this nation
set on a path that has watered this land
with rain of goodness.
In this delicate moment, those working for their diabolical
Idea will do all to stop that rain.
They have no decency left in them.
Their only desire is to course tension and unrest among
the Niger Delta people. Because
this work in their selfish interest.
They want to continue to water that rich
land with blood.
Our job is to wash away the blood.
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Emotional dead lock.
on September 6. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Old new life with color-
a sea of gold plains reacts
Memories and cloud of judgment-
Carry my problems with higher notion.
Well through light-
Clear vivid life with emotions.
Colorless Ocean while land-
Contrast mathematics enjoyment.
Clouds, queens, king-
time of crazy distraction.
Heart of gold-
a new day born
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Armory of the great ones.
on September 7. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Crescent encounter vividly
resent the water given
to him.
Young and old filed with,
bright deep memories of time.
Courageously attempting an unconditional love.
Mercifully standing up with kings and queens
a testimony to his greatness.
Worry fully clenching to
coolness in the test of harmonious unite heart plus heaven.
Madness as grown rapidly in their quondam.
Far from being a lonely being.
Belongings of his goodliness of their affirmative connectivity.
Enjoying creatively with the ultimate greatness.
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My ultimate destination
on September 7. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
The words echo into my brain
as warmer winter air brush my face
I type my head backward to go into a long jonnie of
meditation
The earthy smell of summer can sleep deeper
and deeper in to my thought of love
I was now on a boat in
the center of a large deep ocean
I was not alone in this jenny
I was with life I carry my baggage on one hand
In my baggage was a little girl
avoiding eye contact
only a moment a way we might be at our ultimate destination.
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[My mother ask me to ask the world ]
on September 8. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
My mother asks me to ask the world
why mom is the best thing that has happen to me
and so I did.
They answer by telling me that a mother’s love
is the sweetest thing because of the delicateness
that goes into it.
My mother asks me to ask the world
what made her so happy
and so I did.
The world answers by saying that a mother's joy
is a river. It never stops flowing until the
day she live this world.
My mother ask me to ask the world the definition
of compassion,
and so I did.
The world answer by telling me that compassion flows
into the rivers of joy located in the smile of a mother.
the moment of birth is the beginning of that river.
the river will flows for live because a mother’s love will always be here.
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I just want to be friend.
on September 10. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I just want to be friend
I don’t need a relationship
Cause am still working through light
hoping to find the right one
the one that purerify my Soule with her look
the one that can see through my thoughts
I want a strong friend
Can you be that friend
the one to be there through my search
the one to talk to through all my trials;
to care for me just as a
friend
I just don’t need a crazy illusion right now
to keep heart pure for as long as it take
my life will be easy
when with a friend.
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My life is as hard as it get
on September 10. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
My life is as hard as it get
I dear not loose hope in him
to wipe all my cries away
to be my strength through all this fights.
My life is as hard as it gets
to be at zillion a time
to be as good as it take
my color is a question to some.
My life is as hard as it get
have some things in my
life
How can they judge me by that
they look me in the eyes and laugh
"What a white nigger" some say
Yes I come from Africa
particularly Nigeria
and am proud to be so
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I will poure my heart out
on September 12. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I will poured my heart out to you
Course our days and night are meant to be
Course my time with you is such a memorable one
That I think and think of you when am alone
I can feel my heart ready to give out sometime
But my love for you as made it go on
Where ever you are I hope you remember
for I can't handle waiting any longer
I am standing here for
that day you might come
A day that my heart can hardly stand
Waiting to be decorated with that pleasant smile
I am counting on the impact that my Soule left.
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Weird as it might seem
on September 12. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
Weird as it might seem
Am in love
in love?
Yes, in love.
With whom?
I don’t know
With her creation
What a joy to experience this such
a warm deep feeling
a desire to live peacefully
with his creation
shouting the words
O livening one
Love elude me from
seeing right from wrong
I must live to this stand
that the word love and
mother nature
as given
me.
I cannot afford
to be out of love
with his creation
beauty is his name
beauty is hiss’s creations
blessing my heart
purerifylng my
Soule with his mercy.
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Love brings responsibilty.
on September 12. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
In my days, love was some words
some words meant to be live, and die for.
At this time that word is about to mean breath.
Breath with the delicateness, and softness of brighter days.
This word meant life.
Life with a new begin.
A time to reflect on my childhood till date.
A clean slate in to the life of adulthood.
Certain expectation from the world.
But this word in totality meant one thing.
It meant responsibility.
Responsibility to act in a mature and fare manner.
I have no doughty that am ready.
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A great nation like ours
on September 13. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
A strong nation like ours is
born on the foundation of togetherness.
A burning passion to archive a common objective.
From side to side people demonstrating pride.
Proud to be associated with such glorious nation like Nigeria.
A nation born with ultimate greatness.
People working together to demonstrate patriotism.
The farmers of Osun working tirelessly to
to feed our nation.
Our founding fathers have done their part.
It is time for us to follow their footstep.
As they have lay an unbreakable foundation.
What a nation we have become
We must continue to demonstrate this unbreakable unity
so let us make a nation better than the already great nation that we
already are.
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Am on top of everything
on September 15. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I am on top of everything
whatever life my shoot at me
I will welcome it with ultimate calmness
I will not take fast fix approach towards it.
Certainly with time it would be solved.
Determination, hard work, and believe in god has never failed me.
So I think I will continue with such an approach
to face the many daunting tasked life may spew at me.
Humility and humbleness are my two key
strength.
With this in my brief case I can go anywhere
in life
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Out Of My Sleepieless Nights
on September 16. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
As I stumbled up out of
my sleepieless night,
the old anger and hater
that as imprison me for
months are rushing back
Today's anger was not the
same as yesterday,
and yesterday’s was
different from the day before.
Over this time of uncertain realization of
deep, dark nights,
I was escaping that agony.
That agony that never seem to
reveal himself through my many dreams.
Those dreams that slice my heart into two and
place that bitterness within it.
But, still I must not give in
I must fight back.
I must regain my thought, and
my sleep from this higher force
that is keeping me enslave at night.
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I have always been an adult.
on September 16. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
I grow up faster than many my age
There had always been that adulthood in me
Longer than I can remember myself of
I was never really sad
I just know life is about something
Something that is hitting my thoughts so hard.
That the meaning is fight to be considered for
a second term.
But I won’t give in my thoughts
through my live is good.
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We have a future
on September 17. © Kazeem A Badrudeen, All rights reserved
We have future
A future based on rule of law
A future where all treated equal
A future where people put their nation first
We have a future
A future free of corruption
A future where women and child
are not being marginalized
A future where an average
Nigerians can make enough to eat
We have a future
A future of accountable leaders and servants
A future free of HIV/Aids
A future where patriotism leads the way
A future of transparency
We have a future because we are Nigerians!!!!
