I think the scariest thing to do in life is to fall in love.

To let go of all your inhibitions, all your fears, all your worries.

To love someone who can do no wrong in your eyes.

Senseless love,

Senseless emotion.

Those that choose to fall in love

Yes choose

Because the mere fact that you disobey your instincts telling you that breaking down all your walls can only end one way, most of the time – badly, is most definitely a choice

To all the lovers out there:

I salute you,

I applaud you.

Because what you do is brave

Very brave

Love exacts a pain unequalled on the rack.



My heart cannot beat for nothing.

I get all the attention but never from you

Like a nightmare, you torment me

Delve into my subconscious

When you say you will call, but don’t

I don’t even know if it’s because you’re genuinely busy

Or you just don’t care

You choose to call me when you want to talk

Am I just your side bitch?

But I still like you,

Still drawn to you

I can’t say no.

I need someone to brainwash me,

Remind me that I’m suffering,

Because you were older,

I thought you were going to be more responsible

Guess I was wrong.

And now I am stuck.

Do you love me?

Or do you not?

That is the question.

By Georgette and Shalom



Everyone is trying to be who they think they should be

Tryna’ fit into everyone’s perception of reality

But that is never going to bring out your true personality

Flashy cars, Tiffany rings, Louboutin shoes,

Gucci belts, Porsche cars, Brazilian weave,

Is that really who you are?

Or is that mainly who you think you ought to be.

Living your life in such a wander less fashion,

Claiming your inventive, yet, you follow the next person.

You are just a mixed up ball of confusion,

A juxtaposition, but above all,

A self – hating hypocrite




The great country I come from, where men say “Baby how are you?”

Where the bus conductors screech “Obalande, Obalande, Yaba, Yaba,” at the top of their voices.

The country with great wealth and expertise that is manhandled and refused to progress at the hands of the fortress.

The fortress that holds what people describe as the government, yet nobody hears a word or feels their worth.

We send our children abroad to be educated by who we describe as the “Oyinbo’s.”

Why? Because they provide the land of opportunity and education that our great country does not unfold.

We read stories from a man called Dickens and a woman called Austen, Great British Classics they are titled, to educate us about money, sex and love.

Back home we have writers like Achebe, that spell out the name of the game.

The game that so desperately needs to change in order to ensure progress in our homeland.

He writes about the Igbo tribe and how developed we were before the white man came.

He speaks about the tragedy of our great land at the hands of the fortress.



The great country where there are traffic jams and the drivers yell, “Orioda!”

The land where we never abide by the Zebra Crossing for fear another gets an advantage.

Nigeria, the land where corruption spews out of very tap and palm kernel.

The land where its people never choose to revolt for fear that they will be taken away.

Away into the jail cells we call “Panti,” where the police officers will handle them shortly.

Their fingernails might be ripped out of their hands by the hands of the “Teata.”

I tease, it’s not that extreme, but whoever goes in sha, never comes out.

Again, I tease, it’s for dramatic effect, but I hope you get the point, excuse me I digress.

Going back to the point, a rich man in his car slips the LASTMA a few hundred so he can be direct.

Directly on his way he goes, meanwhile he doesn’t face that he’s screwed up on the road.



The land I come from, where we wait for the UK, to try all our criminals.

Those that should face justice, slip away like a whore in the daylight.

They run away to a country with no jurisdiction, but are later caught and found by the British police.

Recently, they stated they shall reform our jails so that they can return the shmucks.

They say they don’t want to infringe their human rights, “Oh how kind, I don’t give a fuck!”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Because why should we wait for other countries to make a change in ours.

A change in the country I come from, where the people shy away from the kingdom.

The kingdom of a right and true Nigeria.

Instead all their education goes to waste as they become one of the damned ones.

The ones that slowly become a part of the fortress and here we go, we never progress.

I think it’s about time that we evaluate our stance in this world,

And not only think about saving the human race, but remember our country with all the lost souls.

Lookie here, I’m done with my words, but I hope it gave you another option, it’s not a hearse.

Georgette Monnou ©


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