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Earlier today, I was searching my room for a little note. I remember I kept that note somewhere, somehow. I

Earlier today, I was searching my room for a little note. I remember I kept that note somewhere, somehow. I

Today, as I walked past Aiyedun, I felt the shock, the agony, the pain, the trembling and the cry of the woman when she lost her hu...


Today, as I walked past Aiyedun, I felt the shock, the agony, the pain, the trembling and the cry of the woman when she lost her husband and only son to the cold hands of death. I felt a lease. Why? Why now? Why the husband and child? That cool man whose face in the photographs portray humility and soft touch, his child who could have been the only comfort for this woman. These "whys" have come again, and as usual, they are unanswered. Who dares look death in the face?


The theft of a soul comes from the enemy of life- death. There are rules that guide life, but no, not death!. Perhaps, we must arise to ensure promulgation and enforcement of rules against death. The thief must steal no more.
When a criminal is caught, he is tried and sentenced by LAW



We have caught death and will try him
It is written, He that kills, Let him die!

LAW has governed life, made ease, curtailed behaviour and sentenced evil. The strongest have died, the cruel in society has been brought down by LAWs that govern our existence. LAW must find a way of killing this one enemy- death.



If Law can kill corruption
If Law can kill evils
Let Law kill death.

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Nelson Vincent writes from his hideout where he celebrates the death of death.

De Feat II Tell Death! If he crosses this path again, I will kill him With bare hands I heard he went across the beam The Ni...

De Feat II

Tell Death!
If he crosses this path again,
I will kill him
With bare hands
I heard he went across the beam
The Niger Delta and Osun Stream
Tell him
If he crosses this path again
I will kill him

The death of death would be unpleasant
Would you join me slay this unholy peasant?

The knock was silent We wondered if we never shut the door behind us And death came knocking... Olasunkanmi, just a few days and now ti...

The knock was silent
We wondered if we never shut the door behind us
And death came knocking...
Olasunkanmi, just a few days
and now till dawn.


We may never meet again
but we have met once
In the sand of time and hearts
you are remembered.
Shortly and silently, it ends.
Death hath taken its own
and turned its back,
putting the door in it's place
and cleaning traces of it's knock.
When it calls, who picks?


For Olasunkanmi, Ang Hall J105- 13th October, 2015.
Nelson V.

Today is The Day I died Just as every other day is... I died yesterday, today and the morrow And every day a heart reads this  that b...


Today is The Day I died
Just as every other day is...
I died yesterday, today and the morrow
And every day a heart reads this
 that by dying, I live...