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The animal kingdom has come to us, snatching our currencies for their current sta y . The Animal Kingdom by Tukur Ridwan ° in the jungle, for every prey is a predator  & vice versa...  . a country is a jungle within her brain.  . this country has become a wildlife of rodents & serpents & cattle & humans (it has been a zoo since twenty eleven)... . but they do not run after one another anymore...  . rather,  they both race for the fortunes that intoxicate man like money & power & land... . and leave luxury of lies & lamentations  on our bloated tongues . we have not healed from the infliction of rats,  like lassa on the walls & cabinets in our leader's office... . we have not healed form the invasion of cattle on the land upon our flesh & bones  that blood is the only way we wail.  . a snake struck sooner after this sickness... v...

Day12 365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge Man , Monkey ,Money .. sanity stumbles in a state of erratic emergencies... . a poem once said with his voice of lines that we are in a jungle - . some of us were bought  into the zoo some years back.  . we are still animals anyways.  . we torment the ears of tourists with our voices of vanity - . noises, nonsenses, nuisances being made of our niche as mankind.  . we have been tricked with bananas of lies once again by fellow sapiens . and we go bananas when mon-K-eys munched on mon-eys... we should find the direct variation (K is the constant). . we chew this fruit of falsehood in futility, sweet as the lies we lick everyday.  . the primates in us have found a safe haven in humorous hoaxes. . we hang on trees of tricks and theft and take things as thrown at us, . and go bananas all the time while monkeys digest moneys in their sys...

Emmanuella loves Chimamanda , You can see it in her elastic use of words! You will enjoy this, trust me. From dust we came, to dust we shall return Nothing lasts forever Not even this elastic heart of mine The eye, they say, is the window to the soul How I wish you could see me , deeply Love me, intimately More than the tenderness of my sugar brown skin Search me and see If you will not find another world inside of me That gives you meaning and a reason to say ‘I love you’ and mean it It may be easier than you think But I guess I’ve always known that your interest lies in this earthen vessel that isn’t really mine Fall in love with my soul and not just my body Take your time to explore me Don’t rush it, just trust the process But after two years You have no idea what ignites my fire You don’t know what makes me smile Or makes me wish I could live forever No, I’m no longer in for your cheap thrills Or fancy gifts You’re not my happy ending, no regrets s...

Of snakes, Of 36millions, Of how true? Hmmm... Let's find out in Ridwan's poem Snakes, Money & Mystery ° ...in the genesis was man, & a woman, & a mystery in the scales of a strange creature, crawling - coming & going in treacherous traces. . the mystery came, & saw, & conquered: he looted our righteousness away with the knowledge of good & evil that tasted only good in the fruit, and the lasted evil within us... . now, we are the evil that we inherited from the mischief of a mystery. we have become a prodigal son lavishing his father's hard earned riches. a country is the father, we are the son. . wonders never end in places where truth & falsehood have exchanged genes in gametes of gerontocracy, while we wallow in the woes of their waywardness. . we cower from the crowd at the loss of our treasury by masking our facades with the faces of serpents - once a devil, never an angel. . maybe the wildlife is sc...