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Whence you see life in disastrous smoke, wear your glasses of reasoning, and imagine it as rain. when you see the rain of life laughing forth its grain pick only much that will suffice your stomach when you see life, basking in thousand stars look into tommorow, and see the sun rise. For, yesterday the clever man said, The mirror of life is blur with ignorance how unwitty she wears trousers. I will comb her hair with beauties loud paint her in purple royals yet known, I will marry her street to plentiful merriment unnerve her naivety to wisdom worth In basket full of thousand skills I will shower her blessings I will grace her right I will change the world. But today his saddle is broken, His dawn long shadow now settles at his feet. The noon of lessons have married his tongue how disappointing he wears his boastfulness. this world is long he repeatedly muffles, I am like a puppet to her running river. Woe, If only he knows that life is like a mirage who count her daintiness in

The other day I was listening to Olamide’s song “Poverty Die”. The chorus got me, it went into my veins, to my bone marrows; and I remembered how being poor here is a sin, how being poor here is a crime because you will be denied of many things, many luxuries because you are a poor man; it is a crime to be poor here, a crime you never knew when you committed it, you are enslaved and imprisoned by whosoever has the money. You sell your conscience because you are poor, your freedom is denied from you by those that have the money. You don’t have a say and even if you have; it will be taken for granted. In the land of the blind, the one eye man is a king. I remember the suffering of my people, how injustices reign among them. They are getting poorer yet; they smile always amidst their poor states. They still laugh, rejoice and dance amidst their suffering. They still kill each other, they still betray each other, and they still slaughter dreams; their brothers and sisters dreams, t