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Nigerian writer: Irony

Felix Brambaifa

A place of choice
Outside the forceps of grief
Liberates one's voice
Like a long incasereted thief

The truth was said
Of when man's need be sated
His greed misplaced
Transcends limit, unabated

Fulfilment is not in numbers
But in the ideas we hold
So it is indeed no wonder
That even the rich grow old

When man desires a thing
His will soon becomes perverted
Defiling his natural being
For desires not truly wanted

But in all this
exist a glaring contradiction
Of all things gone amiss
As if by heavens decision

Nigerian writer: Thought

Felix Brambaifa

The journey of life
Starts from a conscious thought
Though it be filled with strife
They are wishes brought forth
              By thought
Everything is but a concept
Crafted by the powers of mind
And in the material, Made manifest
As if by an external hand

Nigerian writer: Thought

Nigerian writer: Thought
Author-Felix Brambaifa
The journey of life
Starts from a conscious thought
Though it be filled with strife
They are wishes brought forth          
Everything is but a concept
Crafted by the powers of mind
And in the material, Made manifest
As if by an external hand
Nothing is strange to our unconsciousFor within, the seeds of celestial willProgenitors of every terrible choiceThat any man has ever come to feel
What is, was never imposed on usBut crafted by our internal whispers  We are the origin of the curseThe death of our own existence












 

Nigerian Writer: In Life

Felix Brambaifa

In this life we must come across different people. Many by chance, some by fate and few by  destiny. Those we came across through chance would base our friendship on excuses, those by fate would help fulfil purposes whether good or bad and see friendship as a means to an end while those we meet because of destiny are the missing puzzles in our lives, without them our existence is unto nothing. Be careful you don't treat those from destiny with excuses and as a means to an end because a time will come when all you would need is a hand from destiny and you would realize nothing else matters but then it would be too late.~brambaifawrites~

Nigerian Writer: Persistence

By Felix Brambaifa

Nigerian Writer: Persistence

Count not the odds
Nor the pitfalls of before
Stand aground your resolve
Focus on the place ashore

The rigid turbulence
The motions of every day's life
Becomes nothing when silence
Is the will against strife

No trouble is certain
If the refusal is constant
And purpose set to attain
Dreams vague and distant

Attend desires with hope
Until in form, manifest
Persevere, where none could cope
Until achievement in hands, rest

Nigerian Writer: Departure

Felix Brambaifa

When departure is sudden
Like the gasp of breathe
The heart is then ridden
Like a wood, infested chest

Within which nothing precious
Can come to find endurance
Like a Father's withered voice
Uttering last advice of importance

The pain surges forth
And then it is lucid
A fact among the many sort
Confronting, direct and morbid

It falls, like raindrops from above
To tell a truth, Its core aim
That life without love
Will never be the same

Nigerian Writer: Love

Felix Brambaifa

The heart of love is truth
Its strength, in its root
Its charity in its abundance
Like stars in a celestial dance

Each moment the passing of magic
Potent against the most tragic
Its patterns, indeed most divine
Like illumination, its essence do shine

I pray to come in contact
A union with this ancient fact
When savages make righteous claim
An in gentleness find no shame

I have seen its presence before
Come to reside in our mortal shore
With a message tangible and sublime
Like the medley of natures rhyme

Some say its abode to them unknown
But isn't it to all men clearly shown
That our soul the eternal fount
Humanity, the seed to forever count.

Nigerian Writer: Adultery

Adultery

Felix Oyintonbra Brambaifa

The claim of loyalty has run sour
Like soup tainted the night before
The act was at this very hour
An immoral deed without cure

His request met no resistance
For her lust was without limit
It was a tryst by compliance
Her loyalty, feebled that very minute

How sudden the fall of friendship
When lust overpowers common sense
And inflict on trust a terrible hardship
One, at once both rigid and tense

A friend to a  distanced husband
Now a defaulter of morals and tradition
With a wife, a curse unto the land
This hut, now a ground for abomination

Though the act in secrecy retained
Nothing is forever outside of time
Time shall unveil all truths detained
Then even the darkest guilt will shine

Nigerian Writer: Life

Felix Brambaifa

How come life
Is the medium of strife
The source of it all
The height of our very fall

If it is God's greatest gift
Then why is its charity adrift
And its values corrupted
Like evils will adopted

Unto a vile purpose
Intended for man's own lose
The very destiny of his being
The supposed fault of Adamic sin

No man can ask
That which to him is no task
For what is existence
If it was never by our insistence

Life is the makers jest
Lodged in man's panting chest
To find its complete ridicule
When death becomes the rule.

Life

Felix Brambaifa

How come life
Is the medium of strife
The source of it all
The height of our very fall

If it is God's greatest gift
Then why is its charity adrift
And its values corrupted
Like evils will adopted

Unto a vile purpose
Intended for man's own lose
The very destiny of his being
The supposed fault of Adamic sin

No man can ask
That which to him is no task
For what is existence
If it was never by our insistence

Life is the makers jest
Lodged in man's panting chest
To find its complete ridicule
When death becomes the rule.