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  HAPPY NEW YOU MDR! After God  She is my gold In my entire atmosphere That I am aware   With you there is no tension  or pressure All nah pleasure Fight we fight But not for who is right But for what is right MDR My programmer Coding the software That drives my hardware Is what you do everyway  And everywhere. Author: Seun Ayilara

  His future was stolen, Replaced with a token, Smaller than the certain, Yet presented as a fortune, Deceived he was, by the outspoken. He had a future, brighter then the lights of Sirius, Clouds of hope, thicker than the clouds of Venus, With dreams larger than the rings of Saturn, Thoughts of discovery, positivity and possibilities like a mindset of star, But he was deceived by the outspoken.  Gifted with weapons, sprinkled with bullets, The power to wreck havock and take life, At first he was driven,the aim to be chosen, Power was to be given,alongside a future with pudding, But it was all deceit from the outspoken. A lil pay check for the check,and a drink for the pain, Some lies for the sake,and some pills for the crase, His future, dreams and hope were robbed off of him. While his peer, their kids pursuing what he once sought, but now he is nothing but a political hooligan, His life was stolen, now he is but a victim of deceit. Too late to turn back, Too cruel to seek forgivenes

  Talk! If you must, talk sense. Talk to inspire but never to retire, Talk to teach but never to cheat, Talk to make common sense but never to say nonsense, Talk! If you must. . talk to thrill. Talk like a talk active but never like a talkative, Talk to refurbish but never to rubbish, Talk to thrill me but never to drill me, Talk! If you must. . talk only the truth. Talk to show me so that I can know me, Talk with Grace so I'll grow to ace, Talk like a pro so with you I'll flow, Talk! If you must. . talk all you've walked. Talk! If you must. . Author: Olasunkanmi Macklin!

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I may be black My heart is not dark, My nose may be flat My mind is not daft, I may not appear as white Yet, I've got the light. History says I am the origin Yes, the real 'aborigine', Nothing is wrong with my gene, Unique always, my being, Story says I am the Source Yes, the edifice with all resource, Nature favours me with Grace, Mother earth distinguishes my Race, Strength I've got for ace Length of days as I pace to blaze. I may be bedevilled With few challenges I'm coming out refined 'Cos I've got connection divine! They were the past Never meant to last, I am the future With big bold stature I've got a great portion to function among all creation, Don't mistake me for anyone Nor call me like everyone I am an African With the big bold Can. - Ola - sun - kan - mi is my name! And Africa, my fame!! By:  Macklin O. Fayomi