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   Those in favor say “aye” Because the nays never get to climb the stage Tell me a story I haven’t heard Was it not you? Who made the call and ended the call Sitting gallantly on a throne made by your own self! Blowing your own trumpet Sending out missiles with drones Regardless of whom it hurts Was it not you? Who made the rules and broke the rules Telling us when to grow up and grow old When to man up and bottle up those water in our eyes Displaying your own perfection As you forget there is no such thing as flawless! Was it not you? Who reminded me of how Jide bought a jet and I still ride a bicycle Mounting pillars of comparisons and building skyscrapers of envy Tell me what I do not know, would you? Because I am jaded now I utterly decline your bid To make the calls ever again! No my dear, Not you SOCIETY, not anyone.

Written By Peace Eneja While checking my social media status, I stumbled onto a friend’s birthday post that read, “…whoever thinks that getting older is not terrifying should think again, but I guess the most important thing is to live this one time life now that you are still breathing before it vanishes, happy birthday to me”. A couple of days later, I had a chat with a group of friends regarding this and after what I discovered, I thought it will be nice to actually talk about it here on my blog. Is getting older scary? My colleague Al’han often says, “You don’t have forever to be a dump ass” and I totally agree with him. Humans have always been cautious of time, largely because we are mortals, we cannot live forever. Death being an unpredictable, unavoidable and purely-certain-to-happen phenomenon, it is very normal that we try to achieve all that we can within the short time we are alive. Thing is, we are generally afraid of not measuring up, of not

Written By Peace Eneja We have seen it all We have had enough! Of these whispers of sweet nothings Tearing our homes apart Dividing our planet into uneven parts Like the fight against inequality We have had enough! Of those salient solo blows Swelling up our cheeks left and right Leaving wrinkles on our young ones faces Like a silent bomb Dropping traces of hatred and disunity Like a confused engineer Building up a haze of various emotions Some condensed patches of anger, of revenge, of terror waiting to explode! Conniving with the storm to form an acid rain Boom here, boom there This madness has to end!

Written by Peace Eneja A whirlwind of thoughts An array of distorted feelings Of merry and melancholy, Of winning and losing A mind wrapped up in jumble Dropping hints of anomalous chimera Imaginations running wild There it goes, here it comes Not settling for one or two Further it moves, deeper it dives Like a falcon swoops upon its prey Yet unable to get a strong grip on something, anything Searching for some sort of learnedness Beyond its cognisance Lost in the arms of a foreigner Kissing all bits and bobs.