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GOOD IS EVIL; EVIL IS GOOD

Good is good Bad is bad Good is bad Bad is good Evil is as sweet as the good it does Good is as bitter as the evil it does Good is as good as the good it does Evil is as evil as the evil does. Don’t judge me I won’t judge you A man dies to live A man lives to later die Taste the bitterness of bile It’s as sweet as fresh honey In the mouth of pleasers Take sweetness, touch its skin It’s wet, yes, take it to mouth and taste it How does it feel? As bitter as nothing else? Love is the hatred of a mind And hatred is the love that dwells in another’s chest Don’t judge me I won’t judge you A prophet is not known in his abode But in another man’s castle he is heard The faeces of man is trouble to man But joy to the flies and maggots that blesses its giver Don’t judge me! What you like is hatred to me, I won’t judge you, What I hate is lovely to you. I won’t judge you. The swelling of a woman Is the glamour I seek Gosh! Skinny woman Is a stocked paradi...

DON’T LIE AND DON’T PRETEND

Two juggles down the street Flapping right to left Jumping up and down Naked… and no clothes Twisted hairdo, light ebony She is the woman that has gone mad Sure you love the mad woman Don’t lie and don’t pretend! You love those breast of titanic size and length YEEPAARIPA!!! They are even bigger than two giant papayas Don’t lie and don’t pretend! You admire them while you go to the market place With bushes all over her two towers dividing, left and right, Her rabbit hole You also praise her rabbit hole And you love to be in there To enjoy the comfort of your birthing process. Oh you are not lying and you don’t pretend That you love her nakedness and physical KABUOOLAAS!!! You mean you don’t lie and you are not pretending That such of mad woman is not your taste? Then why lust after that woman Who is half off the street and half in our world? Then why pay to have her hips If you don’t like that of the woman off her senses? The one on the streets is ...

RUNAWAY GHOST EPISODE 4

EPISODE 4 BY Mide Benedict ‘Banned it is for a sole heart to bear Such secret alone; It’s a secret that no one can dare Or struggle with every means to share.  A secret every one ear must hear, Yet a secret every ear must fear For its whisper is an upset death That could swallow any liver’s breath,  For if an alien’s ear beholds its half- dust, One is apt to become a runaway ghost’ CONTINUED FROM THE LAST EPISODE ‘With all these evidences against you, I sentence you to death by hanging for the murder of Miss Benita Williams.’  Tears dropped from Mike’s eyes as the judge sentenced him to an end to life. He placed his left hand on his chin, raising his head to the sky, the roof actually, as if to pray or say something but his mouth was sealed by nothing. He couldn’t believe he was going to die so soon, not some days after his wedding crashed and was accused of murdering someone in cold blood, without proof to prove his innocence. No one went to sym...

OH MY HOME

In an empty pit; I drown, In the house of a crazy clown My smile dies and I frown. Beside a great flowing river, I thirst like a desert dweller. Having a thousand mansions, Yet I sleep in dump-portions. I have thirty-six eyes but I'm blind A map I have but the road i can't find. I am the leader, but I stay behind. I'm he, the one who they call Tomorrow But Today has been wounded with a poisoned arrow When will my nation be straight, When will I live as a true saint For my paradise has started to faint. When will I see my home come home? When will I end this pointless roam. When will I sing my song again, When will happiness end my pain. When will I sing my song again. Oh my home Oh my home When shall I see my home, Will I not forget my home? Will my home not forget me? Mide Benedict

THE THIN LINE BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

I walked out of my corridor: a very big one that could size four fattened cows lined up in one row. As  I stood there staring at my home, the wealth God had blessed me with, a  cool breeze rushed into my nostrils and and I felt its great touch on my skin. Soon i began to feel the comfort of the offspring of  nature that was around. Over the years, I  had planted a lot of trees that have now grown very tall. 'Well, this breeze is something to be admired but you didn't create yourself God did.' I  looked up to the sky, and with a heart full of thanks, I said: God, thank you for the breeze. I left the corridor and went down stairs, right into my living room, where I was going to pick up my car key, so as to drive myself down to the super market, which was some few miles away to get some personal materials. But I heard a voice from within, saying that I shouldn't take the car but instead take a cab to the place. That was not the first time I would hear suc...

CHANGE

Many say, 'I want to change the world, but they do not ask 'who the world is?' But who actually is the world...? Each one of us dwelling in the smallest or the biggest, the popular or the less famous, the hidden or the discovered place in the world is the world and who ever wants to change something in the world will have to first change something in him/herself after then (s)he can be crowned a change-bringer to the world. For we are the world and we must, as individuals build it. Mide Benedict

RUNAWAY GHOST EPISODE 3

EPISODE 3: By Mide Benedict  ‘Banned it is for a sole heart to bear Such secret alone; It’s a secret that no one can dare Or struggle with every means to share.  A secret every one ear must hear, Yet a secret every ear must fear For its whisper is an upset death That could swallow any liver’s breath, For if an alien’s ear beholds its half- dust, One is apt to become a runaway ghost’ CONTINUED FROM THE LAST EPISODE... ‘I knew it couldn’t have been you. I said to her while holding the image I tore out from  the page of the newspaper. I could dimly remember her name, but all I knew was that a stranger came knocking on my door the previous night, begging and crying for shelter and she was that stranger. I had no choice but to let her in and that was due to pity. I disliked strangers coming into my home, even males, not to talk of females, especially those daughters of Jezebel: they would come into your home and ask for a sleep over, and before you know it...