unedited crap

Some random shit that I penned as it came into my storage. Itz fun not to edit the things I think sometimes...you could almost smell shitz...


Unedited crap
In search for words to make a living
Sitting at the park hoping for rhymes that would catch a dime
Looking for inspiration searching for a tag
Looking at people making a story for Sunday

Wishing on heavens that September 3rd is here
I play scenes of our reunion time and countless
Life seems like I am living for your return
You always find a way of sneaking into my thoughts

Spring cleaning hoping you’d like the stay
juices flow and I make a loafer
entrenched in oblivion I make up for time
dusting scrubbing there is no room for haze
dissing praising there is no need for hate


I let my mind run amock
With constrain I release my stress into flows
I take an edge by the porch
And run fire by my spit
My top poised on ma lap
I change words into bites
On a clear Sunday morning
15 minutes by the grill
And I’ve earned the solitude I need
My words turn into silent prayers
I am singing where the hell is my heaven

value added services..

The ecstasies of a rapidly developing nation could not be overly emphasized. They are way too captivating. One could almost gauge the pace at which settlements are paving way for high end luxury accommodations.
Experts may be careful to list with euphoria possible developmental strides that might occur within a set time. They may even be too careful to miss out on the sweet sidelines

….like browsing a 54Mpbs internet broadband connection from an roadside eating shack….lovely! talk about 'catching up' with the times! Who wants Starbucks anymore?

....like working with your laptop at home while your internet is down for accumulated bills and having a neighbours broadband connection slitther in....talk about being a brother's keeper! who needs the local service provider 'nemore?

...like taking a 5 bucks cab home and having him forego the fare because neither of youz got change for a fifty and he is kindda not too patience to let you run in and get change from your housemate.....

hmm.....the little things that could be miracles!

lyricals

Love Me

chorus
If you say yu don’t love me
Why do I feel like, I cant live without you
(Tell me), how do my heart, know
That, you aint mine
How do I face reality

if your eyes could rest at night
tell me, how did I, be-come so restless
could I sleep, when I know
that, I will not wake, to see you lying by my side

hook
sometimes I feel like Im losing my head
no, but I tell myself that I am strong
I know that deep inside therez an emptiness
Only you alone can fill


It hurts so bad that I let you go
Even worse that it was when I needed you most
I tell myself that we could have fought this
With half the strength we showed love with
Yet I am sitting here alone where it all started
Reminiscing on the good time we spent together
mind tells me we could have had a happy ending
how could we have let go at just an instance


Ours was not just the love, lust sex fling
No, we didn’t fall in love at first sight
It took us months and distance to learn
That we had something the future could wait for
How could we learn to love and love to split
When does love turn to hate and hunt the soul
Itz been a while but I cant get over you
They say ‘with time’ things better
so I wait for time you’ll come home


- Ub M. ©

delusion

What is man but a fleeting moment?

Seasons and she and I feel seasoned
Wishes and witches a tint of twitches

Once upon a time I am timed to twirl
Twice beaten I bet and bite
three times and yet, I am still telling

I waited for the sun until the moon weaned
I tarried for the dawn until dusk screamed
Dreaming to live tricked me, I am living to dream
I dread to wake and find that I am wrecked

I see visions of gold turn into molds
I wait for change until it changed me
Being so close, closing in is a miracle
When I aint trusting I am thrusting
Whatever it takes, I am taking

By all means I seek means
Hoping hopping holding horn
Quizzing quit made me quick
Hisses disses make me meek
Hustling I make ‘em hush
Searching shielding shifting sleek


The sky they say was the limit
So I commence on the stars
I stare at the stakes and stash up them steaks
I am slowed down yet I am snowed up
Arriving at a beginning, I buckle up to end
With eyes white open, I am shut out of wide shores
Waking to a waiting world, I am delusioned!

Ub(c)

pimpin' the Nigerian Naira!

Travel back to Nigeria and give a 3 year old kid 500Naira as pocket money, the kid is bound to receive it with almost no gratitude…how many cones of ice cream could that get anyway…tsk tsk tsk!

It is amazing how thots can play out. In the quest to play a role in transforming my beloved country Nigeria into a better economy to live and operate in, I was always pre-occupied with the idea of drastically reducing the exchange rate to the dollar. It was ridiculous that a single dollar could fetch up to N126. 00 when in the early 80's, it was about a dollar to a naira...it plumetted over a span of 24 years to the current rate. This is not the worse rate inthe world, in fact there are countries that are far much worse! We were a victim of abuse, we were better and we will be bettered.

The news of prices of basic commodities rising to the thousandth mark was alarming; it could only be the bell of inflation ringing. I remember always dwelling in the past glory of the good old days when the naira and the dollar were in the same grade, coursemates actually. I couldn’t help but reminisce and bask in that glory oft times.
My prayers were answered when I saw the news yesterday about the major currency revamp that is currently being undertaken by the apex bank in conjunction with the federal government.

Hallelujah! By the 1st of August 2008, a major magic or miracle - however one may choose to see it, will happen. N100 will become N1 and $1 will exchange for about N1.25K at the forex and will eventually be allowed to float in the international market to compete with major currencies all over the world. N1000, N500, N100, N50 will all be phased out and N20 will be the highest denomination! Coins will become legal tender again and rumours have it that the Naira might be the legal tender for most West African states, talk about trippings!
This theory might seem a little but awkward to many initially but will in the long run bring many of the benefits that we been praying for over the years.

As the whole philosophy begins to play out, I tend to be angling at the comedy part. Although news has it that there will be no devaluation or change of value, among other setbacks that this mega move will bring will certainly be the issue of mental distress, the education and awareness. It will be a gospel of ‘to him that had much, little will be given and to him that had little, almost none will remain!’; you wake up and find that despite the fact that the value is the same, your 1,000 Naira in your account, becomes 10 Naira! You might be left wondering what kindda fraud you been hit with…funny! Good! Only ‘goodness’ knows the actual pros and cons that this move will make but i’m positive that the pros will outweigh cons. Nigeria, with the pace things are moving, will be a destination of delight for many, the paradise right in the trigger of Africa.

Nimblings of a wannabee

Going through archives of some original scribblings I penned over time, I came up with some that I forgotten existed. Herez an unedited bit of it, as is in ma offline journal with dates written. some are pretty wack but pimping 'em up wll just reveal some polished platinum collections....lol

CHANGE - 231006

talk about the things that I can change
not the ones that are beyond ma power
think about how that wrong could right
the possible ways I coulda made it gud
the little change I was too careful to make
turned out a regret I am too eager to tell

Talk about the decisions I've made
and what directions it steered ma life
I could sing about all my mistakes
maybe recite it in a thousand sonnet
say something about ma pride
tell me about the hurt its caused
maybe then I can learn....
that I can change the things I can...

Ub(c)

CHANGED - 271006

so sick of playing second
going outta track to please
run with the wind
dance with a wind
tossed like a dime
stood like a prop
waves of neglect whitewash me
like a riverbank ma dignity is emptied
I'l fuck what is fronted
till I gain what aint tainted
I will take ma fame
I will produce in ma pride
Ub(c)


141106

my mind is running wild
my wishes geting whined
I stroll and think
then I think I'l quit
my ink runs dry
but ma dactyls crawl still
I pray for a miracle

Ub(c)


161106

started on a wing of prayer
then ma gud gesture turned into chaos
i sold ma soud for a nimphie
and it had a toil on ma composure
left like I should live
a big boy with no sadpiness

Ub(c)

GAMING - 170611

playing aint a game
shit aint got no rules
yu'z gotta tame ya head
cos' if u break the stakes, there
ur name is stained
im doubling tricks like a juggler
trippling them then I get a stalker
ma aim is not to grind the mound
im straight up, the game is on
then whoz gonna train ma reins
im on fire, im trippling like fire crackers
the heat is on, ma sweat brings the sweets
when I roll, I twist them neck
whoz that nigga? whatz his game?
must be a luckyday, people say im lucky man
dont thrash the days when I lived in stretchs
prayed for miracles like moses for bread
now when I hit the straits, they be begging for brains

Ub(c)


MORN....

better days are here
I could hear the birds sing
chipping about making merry
ma heart skips
I am assured I can breathe
yellow rays illuminate the sheets
the glorious sun peeps, then crawls in
ma hand runs over a glowing face
a smile cracks to reveal brilliant enamel
how could things ever go wrong again
I ask maself

ma head goes for a spin
a heart yeilds to flatulence
the wind hisses, her hair races
to reveal slender neck
like an ivory tower.....to be continued

Ub(c)

uncut platinum aka Mr. Sweet

they said beauty is in the eye of the beholder
so I spend time kissing the mirror
put on some drapes and fancy
and tell maself I'm pimped and fly
a couple shots and memories clocked
abs taut, guns flexed, enamels bleached
proceeding to
sleek poses, best angles, lip glosses
poised, I proved a point

yea, I know im sweet
no matter what you or the stupid mirror think
why do you think the folks trip?
why do you think haters game?
how about coaches bowing
and them sisters hollering
aint it because im sculpt
chiseled in every right place

Im like what wiggas fantasize
I breeze by and them shortyz be waggling
the way im cut you gotta be guessin
Im made to make you mavering
you got the goods yet, I make you goofing
tell me im fly cos i make you dry out
sing the praises for he made me brazen
show the respect, i earned it hussling

see i know the limit to 'washing'
the fine line between bragging and bitting
the alley that seperates fame and faking
travelling the freeway to success i'm taking
slowing down, I appreciate encomiums and scorfing
rising up, I tell of raises and raisins
attempt to rhyme about how hot im cooked
looking at the mirror, im reminded im the flyest...

...to be continued...

Ub M.(c)

whatz life got to do with it?

Itz predominantly easy to get so caught up with the cares, crap and rep of this world that often we miss out on living just because we use up all the time planning on how grand we oughta live…and yet ever so swiftly, life slips by while we busy with arrangements and grandiose

When I want to sit back and reminisce on good old days and sober over how sore things have turned, oblivious of our pre-planned fabrications; I kick myself of self-pity and folktales and tell maself to live one day at a time.

Oftentimes, I really want to hate people and life for not dealing the right cards at the right times. Waiting, delays, outright disappointments, false hopes and all that crap. It drives me nuts, I just wanna shut out the world and go solo, but im not cut for that crap. Like one of my friends would say often, if life offers yu a lemon, make lemonade and squeeze it in the eyes of haters and trippers.

When it seems like nothing has been achieved over a planned time interval, it take just a little inventory to see the much that has been initiated. Im way too sleepy to be able to make heads out of tails about this particular post. I was just too stubborn to let it wait.

I always create my own gospel for this kindda occasions…‘live and let live, fuck the future if it gives you too much to think than live about'....'life lives on as long as we don't end it'.....'if you cant enjoy life, at least give it the privilegde to enjoy you instead. be reasonable!'.

..to eat and shyte

As I was ruminating over some very trivial matters today, a thought breezed into my mind. Maybe it was more of a question... ‘what is the important thing in life?’ such a question is bound to trigger a lot of debated arguments by intellectuals so, I narrowed it down to ‘if I were opportune to listen prayers offered by folks each day to their gods, what would be the most common request?'

I let my mind wander futilely and on seeing the vagueness in my query I backed out of that trance albeit cautiously. In trying to ask my question in line within basic human need, I was able to gather a pattern of thought. While some folks are praying that their $220 million deal close smoothly for the present day, and that they are able to afford their pet’s food and vet bills, other humans with same or better human qualities are asking ‘god’ to provide food, be it just one ‘decent’ meal a day.

BANG! There came a very simple reasoning for the question. The most important thing in life for almost all species of fauna and flora might just boil down to eating, and of course ‘shyting', since food can’t barely stay in there for long. Every other need is merely a function of this. It is like food in the stomach excites all other needs – physical, sexual, emotional, spiritual, environmental, name it! I was just wondering, maybe we need food to be able to show or accept love...hmm.

It seems like it all depends on the conceptual mindset. The guy asking for $220 million is apparently gonna eat and shyte with most of it, and the guy asking for just a decent meal/day is just trying to eat and shyte too! what the heck! Amazing the ironies of life? Food that is wasted by millions being a miracle for some, an answer to prayers!

I almost saw myself swearing that I will strive to upgrade the ritual of folks asking for food to begin thanking for food. Like, I should not be personally aware of someone that is starving and let that continue, no matter the excuse, thatz like denying someone the basic air to breathe with.