HOPE OF MY DREAM

I sometimes let go of myself and savour the joy of my daydreams. 

The joy of knowing that things can only get better is always sweet.

Even though the angry and sharp pangs of today’s hunger bite bitterly,

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true.

Empty pockets make one think that luxury pamper is a waste of money.

But if I can’t buy all the things I want, let me afford the ones I need at least.

Let me accept that garri and rice are both starch instead of change of diet.

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true.

I am definitely going to have the best woman in the world for a wife.

She is going to be so tender, very caring and absolutely loving.

That missing rib that is the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh.

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true.

Though I lack spare shoes and the ones I have now are so worn out,

I have lived uncomfortably in the only clothes I have for many years.

Being at daggers drawn with my landlord over rent must surely stop!

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true.

I am not lazy, but wouldn’t mind working with ease of mind.

Who’s not tired of working their fingers to the bones for peanuts?

Getting a little more than I can ever get in wages won’t kill me.

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true.

I won’t be too greedy to ask for a skyscraper or something better.

But if such are the cherries of my toil, I won’t reject them either.

For a roof over my head keeps worries of wetness and shine away.

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true.

I dream of a better tomorrow; to wipe away the bitter tears of today.

God is really good must come to everybody’s mind when they see me.

It is this hope that has kept me believing in those lovely dreams.

I will never let go of the hope that my dreams will surely come true.

Emeka Amakeze

How Much Money Do I Want

In order to carry out our daily required activities, buy a gift for a lover, feed, buy a car, build that dream house and marry that beautiiful woman that has always been there in all my fantasies and so many other things, we need money. And lots of it i may add but then, how much would be enough for me. I often ask myself that question and would usually not arrive at an honest answer. But would i sound greedy to say that what readily comes to my mind is that all i want is a little more money than i can ever get?

I Have A Dream Too

The unprecedented political turn out of events in the US has kept every tongue busy in all corners of the world and each people drawing a lesson or two from it. And i hope that Nigeria and indeed the whole of Africa will not be left out in this lesson that i see in the bigger picture. A picture that my mind has kept nagging me about and in my bid to escape it, i fell asleep and i still dreamt about it.

If eulogies were to be quantified, there will be none left in Nigeria as all have been exported to Obamaland but i resolved to capitulate to my mind’s push and desperately search for more eulogies because i need to export some to Clintonland and Palinshire

My mind was nagging about it because true to the nature of the African man and in particular, the Nigerian man, he has conveniently relegated the exploits of these two women to a deep abyss of a background. “Why?”, “Shebi make dem start their own for Naija” He would retort.

But on the contrary, i have a dream that one day, the strength and industrious nature of the African woman will be celebrated.

I have a dream that one day, we would respect the wish of African women to be treated with dignity.

I have a dream that we would put a stop to all the troubles we put the African women through politically and otherwise, all in the name of being men?

I have a dream that one day, a woman will be the president of my native land- Nigeria.

I may neither be Luther nor King, but i am Martin enough to dream and that’s the bigger picture.

Ultimately, i salute the resilience, tenacity, doggedness and innate love of the African woman. I am proud of her.

Children and Beer: For Laughs

"It is now an established fact that all human motive and action is due to beer; not merely among adults but also among children. The whole life of a child, of either sex is actuated by beer.

The first action of which a child is capable is a lusty yell; we have established that this is no less than a cry for beer, or at any rate for some kind of drink.

The next action of the child is to drink. If it does not drink beer it is because it's system is not yet capable of drinking beer. But behind the relish of milk is the desire for beer. These we call the primary instincts. The secondary instincts are to be found in the love of popping corks, of yellow-brown colours, of frothy substances like soap and so on.

The child calls his father Papa, which represents the popping of the cork, and his mother Mamma which gives the noise of the liquid being poured into a glass. All the gurgling noises of childhood go to prove the strength of the instinct...
Most of our knowledge is based upon dreams, which we have taken as the most reliable evidence scientifically possible.

We know, by means too elaborate to tell here, that even very young children dream about beer; nay, more, that they dream about nothing else. When a child dreams of a boat upon a lake, what is it but a symbol of beer? Of a shower of pain, a river, a sea? Everything yellow or brown is beer. Every thing frothy or sparkling is beer. Everything in something else is beer; a nut in its shell, for example, is obviously representative of beer in the bottle. Everything issuing from an aperture is beer Everything that moves is beer, particularly quick moving jerky things, which are reminiscent of "hops". In fact, we can say that the child cannot dream of anything but beer.

There is no dream possible but beer ."