Albert's love theory

...gravitation cannot be held responsible 4 p'pl fallin in luv. Hw on earth cn u xplain in terms of Physics n Chemistry so important a biological phenomen as 1st luv? Put ur hand on a stove for a min and it seems like an hour. Sit wit dat special girl for an hour n it seems like a min. Dat's relativity

Elections '11

It's an election year in view. D Nigerian election undoubtedly filled with loop-holes. Filled with converts btw over 50 political parties. One where blood-shed is a criterion for success. It promises to produce d same type of scenes as it has done in times past. But unlike those in the past, Youths shall go out 2 vote. PDP or AC. Whoever wins, will know it was hard earned. One where, the government shall be bewildered by d kind of influence d youths will have over d outcome of d elections. It's time for us to act as is expected. It's time for us to register 2 vote. Time for us to cast our votes without monetary incentives. Time to vote for our choice without prejudice. He who sits on d fence, is either a coward or an enemy. Long live Nigeria's democracy.

Once Upon a time; I wish...

Reading Law Reports, u'd see monies changing hands.
70k in d 60's = 200mil in d 90's.
Ok! Maybe I overexagerated a bit.
2010 is here, but where's d vision?
Hilariously, Uncle Jona... is the Energy Minister.
Since d announcement, light has not passed through my house.
Oh no! Dat's a lie.
My neighbour's generator was on.
So I actually saw light.
Hilarious?
Yes! It is.
Things seem to have fallen apart.
You say I am disillusioned.
But,
Maybe not.
But if this isn't an illusion,
God, help me see one.
I might just be right.
Wat is ur view?

My Tribe, My Bride

She said I'm her love,
She said she loved me "more than I loved myself."
That's how she put it.
She said I was Mr. Perfect.
Wonderful, adorable, her darling.
Her mother kept smiling,
Her father shock my hands with both hands.
I paused and I watched,
I loved it all.
Then I mentioned the 5 letter word.
That which damned me.
Yes!
My Tribe.
Handshakes stopped.
Faces frowned.
Hospitality became hostility.
Sir, Ma,
What is my crime?
I was born there,
I am from there,
But I didn't choose the womb
which bore me.
Have I wronged you?
What is my crime?
I love her,
She loves me.
Let not my tribe be an impediment.
I thought d coloured men had said "love cuts through tribe, colour and language?"
Was it a lie?

Promises of an angry heart

When I write in tears, I write from my heart. I've lived in d slum, d ghetto n d streets. Today I make solemn promises to myself. I've seen my real hate and I've seen real love. Though the love lasted, the hate lasted more. While the love was there for today, the hate stays on till tomorrow. I've seen forgiveness, but I've hardly seen forgetfulness.
When you live the life I live. A life of give but not take. Love but get hate in return. Trust but get sloth in return.
Now I make my promises.
I'll show u the stream, but I'll not show u how to fish.
I'll give u money, but I'll not show u how to make wealth.
I'll show u my intellectual sketch, but I'll have to find ur own substance.
I'll only love u, if only u've shown me same.
I'll know u, if u want to know me.
I'll only trust u, if u've trusted me.
D much u give, is the much u'll receive.
If u've never lived a minute in my shoes, u don't have d right to judge me.