The fountain Arena

The Nigeria popular herb, Àgbo, can  either be used purely or with gin. The one used ordinarily works equally and effectively as that of the gin mixed. However, the drunk prefer the alcohol mixed drink to the ordinary just as to derive their alcoholic pleasure rather than healing. Same, ideology sink into many countries political system where the newly elected political leaders are expected to be a cure to the previous ones, instead they are more of a headache than a cure. Follow through the poem to unfold more mysteries.  "Agbo ti de!" He chimes his bowl Summoning the host  Of unseen souls into doom "We prevent your illness But kill the soul; We are the bitter sweet seller"  Come buy doom!  Come buy Agbojedi!! "Agbo ti de!" He needs your soul  Since you worship pleasure He brings to you this in leisure  To heighten your mystery In the cool sea of alcohol. "Jẹdi ni, jẹdi gidi!.(it's gedi, it's the original) We don't sell hope; we exchange

The beauty of a work of art is its sound effect. It resonate with your heart rhythm promoting a cordial agreement with sound and pleasure. This poetry will heal that thirst . The talking drum roars in fierce melody Still, her silence speaks volume than it's rhythm. Who has charmed her? Could it be fear? Whose chains confines her will. Being her lover, Her vision is his prisoner. Her voice drowns in his love Alas! The streams of hope aflow Her vision could have a bath 

  Love, a name the world is built on is a mystical feeling that attracts every human regardless of their colour, gender or believe. Thus, it can only be understood by those in one. So then, the question is, when and how will it find you?   Little clouds hover Beyond my naked skin, Seeking refuge from a forgotten maggot Swallowed by doubt tossed by sanity twist Of a weak malice and delaying cover. Will my mind ever felt What it meant to bathe in sun dust? Cleaning my lingering stance of faith  In the eclipse of love over hate Fishing the sea for treasure hidden in myth.

Let the banner fly Let the name be heard  Of a new nation  Above dump and misdeed  Let a new reign be heard  Just and glory again We love and set our trust high On our green hope and victory uphold Our land is green  Our land is furnished with tongues as high  As Everest and sky

 Have you ever wondered if Nigeria was an animal character? O! What an amiable one she would be. She would detest the vulture and embrace the hen. Her claws won’t feast on her own  Those eyes will bulge only to protect and not to devour  Her walls would shield and not grow wings to fly. She would be an eagle; Not a predatious one. She would possess a tenacious vision; With defiant strength,