LET IT BE KNOWN (SUNSET ON OUR PROTEST)

It was just few days we clocked 60
It's obvious the country's destiny is dark and Misty
Taken aback by these old politicians
Playing tricks on us like a silly magician.
The youth have been accused of being lazy and not ready, 
But they proved everybody wrong by standing up to ask for their rights.
Peacefully, slowly and steady
Gradually, the needy moved against the greedy.

Let it be known, that the youth demanded from it's government accountability and social justice
They stopped watching Netflix and hit the streets
They cried out in one voice, knowing that the country is there's with no choice.
End Police brutality, End Bad governance, End Corruption all in a metaphor of #EndSARS.
Let it be known that the protest was organized and peaceful
Demanding the government to do the needful
It span on for 2 weeks, but our government is greedy and  just too weak.
To our agitation they were not ready to listen, all they care about is the revenue they are loosing.
So they send in thugs to infiltrate and disrupt
Giving reasons to make use of Military force.

Let it be known that on 20th October 2020, the army's crocodile smiled.
In Lekki, on unarmed protesters the Soldiers were shooting from a mile.
They shut down the lights aiming to take our lives.
Pandemonium at the toll-gate, while the youths stood their grounds
Singing the national anthem also waving the country's flag.
It was a black Tuesday, they leave behind sorrow, tears and blood
They drenched the Nigerian flag with her tomorrow's future blood.

Let it be known that this government is a coward, they negotiated with terrorists, but refused to negotiate with her youths.
It was a planned massacre, they imposed an emergency curfew, they waited till night and shutdown the lights.
They refused ambulances access to help
They carted away our fallen heroes in their shelves. 
Now; they denied it never happened, obviously our future has been traded, I'm so saddened.

Tell them the Sun will rise again and the youth will take their rightful place.
Never again will we be silenced #SòròSoke
Never again will we allow "kakistocracy" a system where the government is run by the worst of us to lead the best of us.

Let it be known. ✊✊✊
#NigeriaBleeds@60 🇳🇬💔💔

Yommybishop ©

MISTY AT SIXTY

Cloudy day it is, another day to retreat
Old and rickety the old lady is
A life unfamiliar, a living so similar
A future uncertain, a risky bargain
An independent but dependent woman
In togetherness, Love in a misty comma.

Our mother is all that we have
Beautiful she was with with her two big breast
Enough to satisfy our longing, Full of milk and honey
She was attractive and smart, the choice of many men
She was fruitful and productive a mother of 36 children.

She invested love into her seed with her full chest
Thinking when she grows old she can probably have rest
But rest is far, not when the children are at loggerhead.
Siblings with no love, seeking attention from mama above
They are mostly from different tribe
I guess our mama slept with different men.

Sweet in the middle they say, she has been defiled at the center.
Every man she ever dated, Hausa, Igbo, kanuri or Yoruba, it really doesn't matter.
They all come with Sweet talks to deceive the family member
They arrange for deceptive palliative,  they even dance at the party rally
They come in their regalia, an agbada full of stolen dollars
With the intent of stealing more, fooling their myopic followers.

I remember well the last man she dated
He raped her severally in our very presence
Sucked rigorously on our mamas breast
Like every other, he puts his fingers thrusting in between her sweet cookie jar
Taking her on hardcore ride, in different crazy style
Later ejaculating into her semen of hatred and violence
Disrupting her system with an evil DNA
Now mama had to lie to our neighbor everyday on NTA.

I remembered the last time she clocked 50
What I felt for our mama was much a pity.
Men roll out drums and she danced to shame.
Now that she's 60, her condition is even worse and risky.
It doesn't seems she can see clearly, she's so vague, rickety and misty
She thought she was doing her children some favor by dating these men of no valor
Men that disrupts her body system through corrupt practices
Same system she's breastfeeding to her 36 children
Through Federal character that is a big illusion
Yet they lie that EFCC could be the solution.

Arise o Compatriots
How can we save our mother from these evil vultures
Who sees her as a harlot and rape her day by day in our parlour through different culture.
Who will save her from this nightmare
A nation full of insurgency, ethnicity and religious divide
Massacre in every state, crime on the increase as the economy nose dive.
Oh God of creation, direct our noble cause
Guide our country aright
Don't let the labour of our heroes past to be in vain
Help us to build a nation where peace and justice
shall reign.

©Yommybishop.....Oct 1, 2020

FRIENDS

Good Friends are hard to find, but when they come our way they give meaning and purpose to our life’s.

Life without a companion is said to be useless,but to get a good companion is a different opinion,

what we see now is serious betrayal.

People come and go in one’s life but memories still stays; “Good or Bad”

What matters most is what you are remembered for when you leave.

Friends in your life are like pillars on your porch; sometimes they hold you up,

sometimes they lean on you, sometimes its just enough to know they are standing by.                                                                                            

A Friend is always regarded with Love, Affection and Loyalty.

They look into your eyes and tell you your Rights and Wrongs without any casualty,

They are there to Lean on anytime,

They bring smiles back to your face every time,

They stand by you in wilderness and in stormy weather,

Hold your hands and make you share in their strength together.

Good friend always multiply your joy and divide your grief,

when you make a fool of yourself they let you forget it.

They are always there to bring out the best in you,

They never get in your way unless you are on your way down,

And they always walk in when others walk out.

A friend is someone who is there for you when they’d rather be somewhere else.                                    

A Friend is who walks into your life and makes positive impact

and when leaving leaves a good foot prints.

The right kind of Friends are those with whom you can dare to be yourself,

Someone you can dream aloud in front of without loosing yourself.

Treat your Friends as you do your best Pictures and Place them in their best light because of the future.

Who is your Friend…..?                        

Yommybishop....@2002

THE KING

I heard the python danced
and the Scorpion king scuttled
The village square was agog
Cos' the python did rattled.

Who are we
A mortal man in this struggle
Our time is running out
But all we do is grumble.

I heard the python danced
And the hyenas got confused
The jackals also stumbled
Since the Lion King returned to jungle.


Yommybishop.... September 2017

GRIEVE

My soul grieves with a sorrowful heart

Roaming aimlessly in this dark space called earth.
Twice have I brought to life
Yet, he didn't make me smile
Twice have I exercised his covenant
But it has come to naught.

Were the atheist right, believing not in divinity.?
They said there's no power in the Trinity.
Everything happens by chance
Prayers are only a waste of time
An exercise in futility
Showing religious stupidity.

Yes, we prayed and fasted
Unto him alone we sought for help
But help never came, seems he left us to fail.
He has afflicted us Twice with pain
I wonder what we stand to gain
Hearing of his mercies, yet he refused us same.

Why Lord, why have you afflicted us again
Why have you forsaken the works of your hand.?
Our expectations again has been cut short
Our joy was short-lived
Why did you raise our hopes
Why did you bless us just to stress us, or is this to test us?

In everything we are told to give thanks
I thank you for the life you gave and you left behind.
But I'm still confused deep in my mind.
Your faithfulness is ever sure
Fruitfulness is always assured
But the blood you gave her is caricature.

We will still serve only you though, because we have no other God.
Hoping someday you will give us double for these troubles and crown us divine success for testimonies.

Yommy Bishop..... Jan 23-25, 2019

''THIS CHANGE'' an ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION

Happiness is far from the needless star

Satisfaction denied by the noble man

Change of style and performance, a total deception

Yet his profess Love has no direction

It's obvious fruitfulness can’t be achieved without penetration.

This change, a promise in trust

To be a better lover no matter the cost

Expecting his magic touch take her to Eldorado

But he has no balls for potent result

So, he chose to remain incommunicado.

When this change, change not the way

But rather change the chains in the game

We all become a victim of pain.

No pain no gain, that’s their claim

But this change is driving us all insane.

When this change, change not the aim

But brings the people up for slain

We will all cry out again.

Herdsmen with their machete hacking,

Boko-haram still in one corner bragging,

Insecurity in our land, is the situation right in hand.

Seems this government has no direction.

These men can’t perform, what frustration

More like an erectile dysfunction.

An engine readily malfunction.

How would we survive this emotional defect?

Putting us all in a state of neglect.

When this change is not what was preached

The fantasy our minds couldn't reach

We will lose hope and be bereaved

Cos’ it’s a fallacy of believe.

Our Economy kept nose diving, 

In the land poverty is seriously biting.

When this change, change not for good

But plays us the fool,

We will all be found the devil’s tool.

We will match through the land on bare foot

Rampaging the street for impunity to be uproot

Until this government is giving a boot.

Old men old rags, 

Erection still a major snag

Impotent and unproductive;

They still can’t ejaculate the truth

Corruption and Impunity strongly instituted in their root.

Now that the young coalition is coming through

Hope this is not another comic book.

©Yommy Bishop (The Preacher’s Son) February 2018

THE MISSIONARY JOURNEY

Take me to a place deep within

A place meant for winners, so illuminating

A place darkness cannot comprehend

A place of gleeful beginning to the end.

Take me to a place deep within

A place that strengthens my very belief

The place of the sweetest planter

Where seeds will germinate with relief faster.

Here I am send me

Anywhere and any way you want, tell me

I’m yours from now till the end

This kingdom is ours to defend.

Let’s raise the tempo high moving in the right direction

Let’s implement in style, heeding to holy instructions

From generation to revelation

Fruitfulness is seen in the deepest penetration.

Lay with me the missionary way

Let’s journey deep, looking straight in each other’s face

Taking you high in style to the heavenly place

Till we change position to fulfil our sensual aim.

Take me to the place deep within

Where no eyes, except ours can see.

Yommy-Bishop (The Preacher’s Son) 31^st August 2017