Why do I do just as you say Why must I just give you your way Why do I sigh Why don't I try to forget It must have been that something Lovers call fate Kept me saying I had to wait I saw them all Just couldn't fall till we met It had to be you
It had to be you I wandered around And I finally found The somebody who Could make me be blue And even be glad Just to be sad Thinking of you
For nobody else Gave me a thrill With all your faults I love you still It had to be you Wonderful you It had to be you!
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
Oh this early morn The cock crows roused me awake You're fast at peace asleep beside me The sound of your even breathing Reminds me of the soothing morning rain
Oh this early morn The pitty patter songs of the rain Hypnotic is their drums on the roof Makes me drowsy as well as warm As I burrow close hugging your sleeping form
Oh this early morn Pray, what do you have for me? Could it be tranquil and restful day? Or of storm in my tea cup as I travail? I know not, ye Gods do tell me
Oh this early morn You know not the bliss I had last night That sent me to a deep slumber My contented soul, let it be Just like my sweetings next to me
Long after I'd kissed U goodnite I sat up to write, as I was wont to What a picture the white snow painted Looking through the study window It was a view to be shared I thot So bare-footed I walked into the room And there laid beauty sweetly asleep For a split second, I recalled G. Whither:
Now gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes Which, waking , kept my boldest thots in awe And free access unto that sweet lip lies from whence I long the rose breath to draw
Methinks no wrong it were, if I should steal From those two melting rubies one poor kiss None sees the theft that wld the theft reveal Nor rob I her of aught that she can miss
Nay, should I twenty kisses take away There would be little sign I would do so Why then should I this robbery delay? O, she may wake, and therewith angry grow!
Well, if she do, I'll back restore that one, And twenty hundred thousand more for loan
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
I watched you twist and turn in so depth a thought About the kisses you're won't to steal from me So my juicy lips of melon puckered To lave her fill of your berry-dark juicy lips If only you know how you stirred my soul so And the restless hungry beat of my heart within The wind you'd give your fear of stolen kisses
Many a times I've wondered and I've wondered If I should steal you away like a thief in the night I don't know what else to do For I have a desperado love for you They say it can't be done you belong to no woman But from the very first time we met I know That I have a desperado love for you
Is it so wrong to take you and head to the border?(lol) I can't even look at you and have respect for law and order Hold on I'm gonna shoot for the heart like desperados do Like in the wild wild west movies Where only the fittest survives and love conquers all Where the boldest man stands and the bravest woman wins Yeah, I've got a desperado love for you, my honey
As I see you struggle and battle Hoping for assurance as your trust rattles I can't help but think it ain't fair Seeing I'm so much within reach For whoever chased that which moveth not? I'm here for you and I'll be there 4 U
I know like the great eagle I fly alone For in my solitude do I commune with ME Devoid of distortions and distractions Who said you can't come away with me? I'm here for you and I'll be there 4 U
Come away my darling, lets soar very high Far from the world we know Way beyond the borders and mountains Right up where free means FREE And don't forget I'll be there 4 U
I see you have been listening to rumours That no woman can keep me My simple confession though Is that I'm indeed vowed to the best Her name is Biafra and she's comely! I see you love her too, so lets all get along I'll always be there 4 U
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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Na wah oh! Who would have believed this? Anyways ........ hm, in this case, silence is golden, yea, the best option. My mouth, shut up!
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Wandering restlessly in the kingdom of love was my mind Seeking for a place to settle at last in peace Suddenly on the horizon appeared a lovely shrine A Hallowed ground where my worries would cease
My new domain turned out to be God's paradise Where prevailed an atmosphere of warmth and tenderness I've wondered if it wasn't Heaven itself in disguise For everything there was filled with grace and sweetness
I realized that until now I was living a lie That I had discovered what destiny had preserved In that heavenly place, it wasn't possible for me to die As long as I gave it all the love it deserved
Every single instant, I fell more in love with this hallowed ground And I promised to never let it slip afar Now my mind has found a reason to settle down That divine shrine is land of rising sun, Biafra
Now, that was a glorious ode to Biafra. can I print a copy for my office desk?
Summer of luv
It's summer again as if we need reminding There's joy and gaiety all around And love is in the air too We'll stroll through the parks perhaps stop for Ice creams As we delight in the simplest of things For it is the summer of luv
It is the summer of luv And we needn't go far for a holiday The zoo and the dale and the sea will do The important thing is that we'll be together And treasure each passing moment For it is the summer of luv
When we walk the woods hand in hand And hear the birds sing and trees whistle I'd exclaim like the famed singer "What a wonderful world" and my own line I then add: "What a wonderful Us" For it is the summer of luv
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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Uto nke obim, Sure. Print away! It's yours for the taking.
Love's Mystery
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most unsteady gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal as Spring opens touching skilfully, mysteriously, her first rose
or if your wish be to close me I shut very beautifully,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses nobody,not even the rain, has such unsettling hands
Why do we have to dig for precious stones Why can't wishes be horses, why? Why must I live in hope and longing Why must my eyes grow weary with waiting Why can't I sit astride the Atlantic, why?
Tick follows tock, follows tick, follows tock The calendar flickering like candle in wind And turn my days the pages of a boring book Seems I have lost every sense of feeling As the blinks of the sun no longer counts
Could this really be me? strong me? I'm scared of dusk and dawn Knowing neither could my state alter I avoid peers and pals For to mock my grief is their calling
I don't think I'm still living Maybe I'm just surviving, hanging in pray, what do ugu vegetables do but hang(lol) So this is my story so simply told Ohafia son of Udumeze, reduced to a vegetable
If only I could tell you feel as I do Then will my sorrow cease But alas, my mystery is locked in me As I behold your smile, it seems to mock Ohafia was born to lose you jeer!
Please take a pen and paper And something kind write That my wait shall not in vain be And to make me whole you'll undertake Forever my soul mate be
Tell me my sweet dreams are true And there's a place for US Somewhere beyond the mountains Where peace and tranquility reigns And where we'll live for US
Tell me you love me!
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
At first I thought I'd hold on to my suspicion That best described the insecure schoolgirl I've become Crawling back into my shell and sticking to my gun But your tender voice of love and reason prevailed
Sometimes a girl does things without half thinking And what I saw I did not understand I called you names and said some things that hurt you And in the heat I started walking out that door
I know it's not your fault that you're so handsome And that you turn the head of every woman I understand But when I saw you dancing with her I just lost it I started thinking I don't love you anymore
But on second thought I just turned around in my track And walked back into your arms where I belong I was wrong On second thought I apologize for what I've done Cause you're the only one I'll always be in love with
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
I'm happy to have you back You know that, don't you? Kisses as yours had me enraptured Go away every now and then For a sweet re-union such as this Being engulfed in your love's rhapsody I love the way you love me
It is a quaquaversal tug I still got sand in my eyes soveignee for the late nights Nights of sound n lite And of scary space
Am I glad 2 be back? My eyes will give the answer Out of sight is a waste of time Out of mind an impossibility At least for me
I kept thinking the lovely scenery of the British country-side should be shared with someone Hardly the best spot for solitude What with countless love-birds Parading their affections unabashed
It's nyze - 2- b- bk!
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
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You know I'm not much good at making calls So I give up and decided to e-mail you No there's really not much news to tell you Things back here they never change at all It's cloudy today and sticky here for August And I hear the weather is cool out there
Last night I drove the truck to Big Apple Some friends and I had a laugh or two But lately we don't cut out like we use to Cause all that I could think about is you I know you've always wanted this trip Now I know that being there means a lot to you
Oh did you give the countless love-birds my regards? Or tell the love-birds I feel their unabashed attention? I hope you had some good times And lotsa day-dreaming about you and me If the English country side don't need you I still do
Your jots made my day As I lay bronzeing in the sun(lol) More from want of something to do Than from a desire for a tan For if I got any darker I'd become the epitome of blackness(lol)
I chuckled that you went out with the truck The mad cow that guzzles gasoline like mad Remember our last voyage to Nevada? When we took turns to buy ice cream n fuel I found the whole scenery daunting Being a cross between a laid back Brit And an impulsive Biafran
I used to stand back and watch you Appreciating you from a "safe" distance As I watched not a few heads turn in awe Setting my tender heart aglow with pride That this elegant pretty denim wearing thing Is mine for keeps, yes, me lass ! I'm flustered and flattered!
PS: I'm old enough to know not to disturb love birds, so your mssg won't be relayed(LOL
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
As you stroll along life's highway Through the dark dangerous jungles Littered with casualties and agents Of heart break and kill-joys You suddenly chance upon sunlight And the perfection dazzles your eyes Then you whisper a word of prayer And make youself solemn promises "This sunshine is for keeps!" I'm glad I met you, always be mine!
[ September 04, 2001: Message edited by: Ohafia Udumeze ]
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
I ought to know what it's like to lose at love I've done it enough and I ought to know But then you came my way and throw away the fear of pain I won't lose again, this time I know
I've got a winner in you No way I can lose A love I can hold on to I've got a winner in you
I know how it feels when you try and try again Then you never win, I know how it feels Although this time around I've finally found what it's all about They write songs about the way that I feel
I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am with you
I love you, Not only for what You have made yourself, But for what You are making of me
I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish things That you can't help dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find
I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple; Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song!
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
Words like these, so candid and rhapsodic Warms my body and lights up the glow of My love for you made dim by uncertainty Your whispers of "I love you" in my ears Sent delicious shivers coursing down my spines Please make my heart believe you really do
You barely said a S-2-S word to me in weeks And your eyes they had that hollow look That said you're just looking through me I still hurt from our spat of mound that became a hill How could you really love me, I asked you Indifferent, you let me fell asleep with it
I've gotten good at being numb I had a flash of a whole lot of little things We shared and enjoyed with relish The way we laughed, played, and loved My senses assaulted, I let out a painful whimper Oh my God, what have you done to me!
I heard the instrumental track of our special love song Then, you tenderly asked me, "can I have this dance?" Though my tongue failed me, you enfolded me in your arms With silken palm, you lifted my chin and deeply held my gaze Saying, "I love you, not only for what you are But for what I am with you", and you claimed a sweet kiss
Do I love you dearly? I have no doubt Would I climb any mountain, swim the deepest sea And disarm the devil for you? You bet I will Would I love to hear your heartbeat in the darkness Next to mine, every night of our lives? Sure thing But how will I know if this love is requitted?
I don't know what you want from me You know I'm a man of few words And my gentle nature abhors That I impose myself on you It seems you tied the string to my heart And just mock and jeer as you tug How I wish you could talk to me Instead it is your derie I behold
If only you could say to me This and that is where it aches me You'd hurt me here and there Then will I make it up for you But as it stands, I'm in limbo Neither here nor there And not knowing the next move For you left me hanging and petrified
I thought it was supposed to be plain I never reckoned the many twists I see Why are you clothed in mystery? You who shone like daylight in day one I sit and wonder and then I ponder Can I ever get it right again? If I make mum the word You'd scream I've forgotten you And if I open my mouth to speak You take offence and find my jokes dry
Pray, tell what am I supposed to do? I have pleaded for understanding I have professed my love in espanol (lol) Why do you struggle to trust me? Why can't you see through me and my pains Please release me, let me live and grow Tell me you believe me, trust me I couldn't live without your trust for you stole my heart baby
[ September 08, 2001: Message edited by: Ohafia Udumeze ]
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
“I don’t know what you want from me,” you say It’s not what you did, it’s what you didn’t do You didn’t tell me each day how much you loved me You didn’t hold me when I needed your shoulder
I thought you knew me so well I was sad but you couldn’t tell You missed the points and the signs So if I lack trust, be not disappointed in me
You never asked and I never said And when I cried you turned your head So I dreamed my dreams behind closed doors And that made them very easy to ignore
To strangers only, my mystery remain For you my heart lay unveiled thru my eyes Just love me like you use to And my trust will come right back to you
Make it like the first time I fell in love with you You got me wrapped around your finger You’re the reason my heart kept beating And every morning it kept repeating
With characteristic interest I listened to what you had to say Knowing you'd be frank if you want to For to shove blames around ain't my style Now that I know my fault I must still say I'd acted in ignorance being unschooled in Such things like I'd said from day one Have you forgotten how you'd teased And giggled at how awkward and shy I was?
At your instance and approval I'd embarked on this venture With every willingness to learn Unafraid to make mistakes or falter Yet resolute to keep my treasure Unwilling to experience "losing 2 value" A slang you're familiar with So I'm baffled you think I didn't read the script well or rehearsed my lines When I'm no pro at such matters
Just see how much pain we've endured What sorrow you've put me thru Because you'd been bashful And too proud to call my attention I am not good at quitting And won't say it unless I mean it I spoke from my heart when I said I love you just as you are It wasn't a line from William shakey For the fun for me was that U let me be me Why don't we start again?
___________________ Awo's political idea was based on the assumption that any town beyond Owo was Igbo or Hausa. Awo was not socialised; he was not a good mixer because he did not have the opportunity, which the secondary school offered. ~TOS Benson, Baba Oba of Lagos
We said the things we had in mind We made our claims and counterclaims At love's doorsteps we laid sweet blaims Our hurt has on its walking shoes Why not, my love? Let's start again
Let's from the bottom trace our steps In sync with bashful boys and girls Possessed of chasteful fun and laugh Why not? Did love not conquer all?
Here comes that touchy feely mood Where not a whispery word is said I hear Okonko beat again Is it the beat of yours and mine? There goes my heart again in love
[ September 19, 2001: Message edited by: Amanda Wekson ]
A few weeks ago, I was challenged to write a poem. I freely admit that I am not a poet. But, I know good music when I hear it. Good music is exactly what I have heard from Amanda and Ohafia in their anthologies of great poems at BiafraNigeriaWorld. As I was being challenged, I was in a hotel room in Amsterdam on my way back to the United States, listening to the following tunes by Abba. Then, it dawned on me that I knew two people who deserved to be thanked for the music they brought to BiafraNigeriaWorld. While my challenger struggles with his own poem, I have decided to take the easy way out and let Abba do the work for me. It goes like this:
To Amanda and Ohafia
I’m nothing special [this is true] In fact I’m a bit of a bore [this is true] If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before [this is true]
But you have a talent A wonderful thing
Cause everyone listens when you start to sing We are so grateful All we want is to sing it out loud
So we say thank you for the music The songs you are singing Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing Who can live without it? I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without the songs, what remains, what are we?
So I say thank you for the music For giving it to us
Mother says you were both dancers before you could walk Hmhm! she says you began to sing long before you could talk And I’ve often wondered, how did it all start? Who found out that nothing can capture a heart like a memory can Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan
So we say thank you for the music The songs you’re singing Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing Who can live without it? I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without the songs, what remains, what are we?
So we say thank you for the music For giving it to us I’ve been so lucky I’m the boy with West African hair I wonna sing and I’ll do
Everybody What a joy What a life What a chance
Thank you for the music The songs you’re singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing Who can live without it? I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without the songs, what remains, what are we?
So I say thank you for the music For giving it to us So I say thank you for the music For giving it to us
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank You for the Music ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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