DREAMS DIE

 All his days he had draw a bead on becoming a picasso,

Grooming day and night, with a closet filled with meaningless paintings,

But situated in a dispiriting environ, the system already got their on program for him, demotivated by toxic peers, his aim got redirected and he ended up a conductor in the streets of Lagos.

That's how his dream died. 

A brilliant, intelligent and smart as a whip poet

Who writes impactful and influential poems

His poems has travelled far and wide to places he has never been and probably never will be.

Got a scholarship to study poetry abroad,

Out of Felicity, invited friends to come jubilate with him

Unfortunately, not all that came were his friends, some were enemies in friends clothing.

He was poisoned and slayed.

That's how his dream died. 

 A super talented singer, though not yet a star.

Her voice was melodic and pleasing, like it was manufactured by the puncture of the vocal cords of two angels.

But she misused her gifts for no reason, ventured into the secular music industry for money and fame,

But her light was dwindled, now she's a street dancer.

That's how her dream died. 

He was hope to his family,

Journeyed to a distant land in search of greener pastures.

He is a husband to his momma, a father to his siblings and the head of the family. 

All eyes were on him, for he is their Jireh.

But like the prodigal son, he was misleaded, tricked and deceived, he joined the occult and was given an assignment which he failed to deliver.

He was brutally butchered and slaughtered.

That's how hope died. 

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