Elephants Minds

SMOKING GUN Nigeria became very sick after she danced to miserable tones. Hurray!! Our tomorrow is pension. Miserable drunks can stick to bottles. Waiting for the next election, Politicians might point out their troubles. Days after they bought power, The government becomes hospitalized. the press starts wet-dreaming, and the judiciary becomes- a big sack of lying worms. Rabbits starts hopping around our screens, saying things that savage our livers. The media has rabies, they got bitten by political dogs, Now they sound like babies. The economy can't find her feets. Rice can now be exchanged for gold, and our currency is as dead as yesterday. Am proud of my country, The CHANGE they promised now they say it starts with me. We needed a change of miserable failures, The government is never resting, they're always pointing smoking guns. If am to point a smoking gun, Without a second thought; I will point it straight to your head. Young, what do you have staking? I have seen your s...

TIME We live a certain time. Only the time we live, is when we live. Unto everything; is a counted time. Unto every acts; is a certain period. As we live, there's no death. When we die we seize to live. Unto life; is a spelt period. Unto death; is a time in this present life. Unto this present life; is a space in time it should seize. Hope you really know? It snows in the winter, but in the summer; the snows are gone. Man has a set time.      C. Timothy

MY GOLDEN MIRROR. Placed in front of me to showcase my unending joy, my better vision, my all in all. I could remember the pain I felt, when I walked a long valley accompanied by darkness, I climbed high mountains, and crossed great rivers in search of you. A solitary mission. My golden mirror, sent from above, each time I look at you, I see myself, pondering in the mysteries of thou. Knowing fully well the concept of nature, Yet in the earliest of morning, you are still far above models, your beauty is enough clue to end a war. You shall forever shine. Shine oh mirror, for in you alone will I live to see the great work of God. My golden mirror.

TANTALIZED. Knowing her is an experience that will last a thousand years. Her beauty planted love in my very tender heart, and it grew like a monster seed. My heart grew fond of her. All night I ponder deep, pacing like a confused diplomat, trying to fish out rhymes for a love poem. If I had a thousand litres of ink, I would use it to the last drop, to write her good poetry. Whenever she looks at me with her sparkling eye, I melt like ice. And when she shows her radiant smiles, My skeleton breaks into pieces. I drew pictures of her, and painted a portrait of us; The family we would create. We met the night it rained at Ikeja, She seeks shelter. Without a second thought, I handed over my coat. She was just too beautiful to feel cold. Her name continuously rings in my mind. I was praying, I can't wait for sunrise. God was listening, he granted my request. Well polished 21 years old poet, I didn't forget a rose attached to the poem; The poem I wrote for her. Just like a movie, I a...

The economy is tight, yet people are still buying cars, people have not stop investing, people are expanding new frontiers, and millions of dollars still floods the market. Stop complaining! Buhari is not the answer for the hour. You are the driver of your destiny. I have never seen a time in the history of human race when there's no hard times, yet people made waves and affected their generation. If you find anyone complaining, or a frustrated lazy man or woman looking for cheap answers. "How to make easy money?, How to make fast money?, How to become rich?" These and many more questions with various diabolic answers have flooded the internet in recent times. Nothing in life will ever come easy. I believe what we need in this period of recession is the drive to push until victory comes. FOCUS- Follow Ones Course Until Success. Many successful people had tried one thing or the other before they became successful. Keep trying. If you fail, try again. If you fail again, try...

MORNING VERSES I heard the alarm crying, the birds telling me to wake up. Obviously, the bed was tired, I was engaged with snoring, the alarm kept crying, Never stopping, until it tears filled my eardrums. It's time to open a new page. I was told two things in my dream; keep taking risk, never eat with fear.       Afolabi Matthew

BELOW MY BED I Below my bed; There's a straight passage, Lonely and accompanied by darkness. Its end is endless. It prides humanity genuine equality. In there, all men are equally equalized. Down, down under my bed. Below my bed; There's a home. Too noisy for my troubles to say a word. Too far for my worries to reach. Calm as death. A home we can't reject. Down, down under my bed              C. Timothy

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BLACK AND PROUD Black Is beautiful our mission are always successful Black is natural, bleaching is not cultural. We are black we are proud. African women praise their crown. Black men cherished their blood. Our land is blessed. we feed on fresh. We are black we are proud, Colonisation pest our foundation. Imperialism enslaves our black nation, Different culture, with Different stature, We have the same colour, but different custom. We are black we are proud, Scholars believe our past is Black, I believe without us the  future is dark. They are knowledgeable, but we are unbeatable. They are strong, we are stronger. We are black we are proud No race like Black.        Afolabi Matthew

WHO'S AWAKE? Who's awake? Come and see, The horrible site where my brother was crucified for saying the truth and standing by it. Who's awake? Who heard his screams? They want to force his vocal cords out of his throat. Who's awake? Help us tell the world, Those men we watch on television, speaking polished English. Are big sacks of lying worms, that want to eat up those who stands by the truth. Who's awake? Last night, those bloody tyrants captured my brother. Last night in the city Lagos, These monsters unleashed their demons. Just last night, Those that taught us how to fight for what is right, became the very monsters we should fight. Who's awake.           C. Timothy

GOD IS A BEGGAR? What a beggar! Miserable isn't it? You can give Him whatever, even things you can't eat. Your attention is costly, Or perhaps He's not worth it. But remember, it'll cost death less penny, That's if he decides to pay any. Thou most ignorant.    C. Timothy

BEAUTIFUL You might wonder who is worth to be called Beautiful. Those in cropped hair with pink lips? Who is worth the Kings heart? Those in golden gowns with diamond tips? The princesses, fit or fat? Beauty belongs to the palace. The Queens and Princesses in their expensive life, And their crowns like the stars. Those called the King's wife? Or Queen Victoria in her empire? Whose attires are Made in heaven, and her beauty burns like wild fire. Or those damsels that live life's highest level? Their garments cost a fortune and their soles covered with gold. Those whose face are cleans of wrinkles. Dressed and re-dressed never to get old. Or those whose face twinkles? As flashlights hugs them from every side. Those whose pictures are bold on every front-page, and flash thru' our screens? Many claim, the beautiful are yet to be born, They lied. Send words to the wise, the kings and princes of all lands. Tell the Queens and princesses to go to rest. I have beheld beauty. The we...

OUR FUTURE Who are the future? Upcoming brother be cautious. we support capitalism, They encourage socialism Everyone now thinks like a realist, The feeble are the idealist. youth eat with fear, Because no one knows what a brother can do for power. mother, father, my questions remain unanswered, because my teachers are unquestionable. where are the future? the future is snoring under the bridge, polluting the street, While our political stage looks like the struggle between man and cow in an abatior. Tomorrow is at war, because of an enemy who is seen as friends. Who will Luther the pope? When is the future? fathers still breadfeeds us. Our heart is hurt, past where is the rulers lives, present who choose the leaders. future is when the youth grows taller. Why is the future green pasture becoming to yellow? Why do we sleep with no pillow? why do the young ones smoke blood, Nigeria have no Mandela! O lord!!...we are the future! But dogs inhabits our thrones. future looking for needle in...

​I have to pen down my injury, someone might learn to avoid such. Few years ago, I gained admission into Lagos State university, a wardrobe was assigned to me in my hostel, just looking at the door I could see it have aged out of security. "Well, I'll manage it, it's just four years" I said to myself. All my precious belongings including my laptop lived happily together inside my wardrobe until one night. Our hostel was robbed, these robbers hurried to Joshua's wardrobe first, he wasn't at home. The robber gave his wardrobe a very heavy beating, with iron rods they brutally beat the wardrobe yet the wardrobe never opened it mouth. It endurance shocked everyone, but I was shocked to my marrows, my own wardrobe gladly opened at just a kick. How disappointing "just a kick." The most painful thing that bled my heart that night was my new HP laptop they filched that night. Joshua arrived the next morning he ran inside, it was obvious he heard what happene...

A MAN SUBSTITUTES CHRIST On the cross, if man Substitutes Christ. And all power in his bossom lies. Soldiers mock him, and deaths cold hands snatch them. A superman's day. The whole world must render their apology. Before that. What a tragedy! If a man Substitutes Christ. Nail him, and unto hell he'll cast. who dares wipe him? Ask if he have written his will. Echo 'nail him! ' And he'll rise like a stormy wave, Bouncing on earth as an hurricane. Bless God! A man substitutes Christ not. How perfect a man. How God-like behaved our Christ. Humbled by man unto death. Not intoxicated by power. What love. He still draw man closer to the father. Without bitterness and anger. The cross is progress, Christ went forward. So let brotherhood come first, And the love should never get lost. But my brothers are nailing me. And love is all You say I feel? How crazy! But to Christ its sane. Sinners cursed Him, in the end He shows mercy. Even so, do the same.      Chukwukere Timothy...

A TRAIN Have you ever seen a train, furious on it tracks? It lacks emotions in its steel brain. It crushes all that attacks, carefree of who it is. Family or friend. Do you know how determine it feel? Speedy, in motion till the end. A train focus on the rail, reduces to dust, both the mighty and frail, and any obstacle infront.          C. Timothy

FLY, PRESIDENT FLY We the people of this biggest lie, elect our president of change. Our president is a fly. Present on every state, Across Africa and beyond. Every second the economy shrinks, the President still flys. People growing poorer as church mouse. The President fights crime? Against corruption he pledge all his time? What is more corrupt than inflating price? The prices are high. The salaries are low and slow. The bills are getting fatter. But our President flys. The People, every sector crys. Food competing with gold. The market is getting deserted. Power is getting infected. Workers can't afford a plate of rice. The hold of hunger is strong. But the President is always on tour. Every flight is singing this song. Fly President fly. I hope I don't get crucified.          C. Timothy

THE CALENDERS I lay still as a log, on my very humble bed. The fan waving and light ray pouring on me. But the outdated calender still graces my walls. The walls of my heart. These calenders, I refuse to pluck out, posted me a reminder of past years. My head gets lighter, and my mind gets furious. I am feeling like a fighter. Regrets battling me. Turning me into an enemy of myself. But the real me is caged in those calenders. The real me in locked in past years. I'm locked in past fears. Still crying past tears. I am locked in. Steaming so furious, my brain emits smokes. I thirst to be as a wind, Free as a bird. So I picked up my bitterness and chew it. Its tastes like a corpse, So I buried it in my past. Letting go makes me stronger. As forgiving makes me younger. ...Voices In My Head Poetry Series... ...an SP Timothy jr. Creation...

JOHNNY PLIGHT I gaze upon your endless life. As you wallow through increasing shame; Drunk in lust, and languishing in every lady. I can see where you are heading, It's getting close. Every year; a new resolution you vow never to return to those shore. Yet, never a night did you miss laying next to a whore. You are growing rapidly in deception of your own self. Homeless in your own home. A million times have you also sworn, to put a knife in the heart of your atrocities. Yet, unto her you return like rain to the earth. Now God's rage is fully grown as angry waves. Demon rode upon you as tides upon oceans. You woke up to smell the coffin, The infant devils bid him "Kiss us! Lay with us!!" The horror smashed its limits That Johnny begged death to grant him freedom. Too late, he came to the painful reality that it was hell. ...............||||voices in my head series™||||............ Chukwukere Timothy. ©2016

JEZEBEL LIVES She looked into my eye, I behold a poor man's dream. The beginning began to end, as the the end appeared. I've seen her before. She lives in those words. "This is life and this is death" The Lord whispered into my hearing. Gladly, I chose her. Those moments grew into enough time. Life with her is as sweet as an apple. Yet unto this apple I stumbled like Adam. She watched me crash into my fears. Time died. It became crystal clear; All that glitters are not Gold. God saved me again. Jezebel did not die, Her body did. I pray men prays.        C. Timothy jr.

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POISONED Why did you kick me? I ran out of myself. Looking at the heavens, I gave my words, Never in this life and next; Will I build on broom-sticks. Such is the story of a man, Whose faith lies on another. Checking the records; I realized that I'm easily played. I found the way, But it was late, Because I'm dead again. Poisoned by what I see, But the earth is a place; Where the unknown surpass the known. Secure your life, Learn fast.         C. Timothy jr.