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About A Player Or Players by Janji(m): 9:09am On Jul 07, 2008 |
It all started with me saying ‘I like you’ – true, I did Then when did this turn to love – false, I didn’t She said these words, and how would life had been if I didn’t say it – so I said it indeed Now check my deeds Am filthy all over For different ladies, I am thirsty – it’s now or never The truth is that I came to her innocent I said ‘I like you’, the truth But for the words ‘I love you’ – No, I’d be nocent ‘I love you’, if said from a woman – is sweet and clever To trap I – Myself, the trap To me she straps But to my belt strap – hung a lot of women Then she joined – people for me, wont you clap She says she sensed the omen That she would lose me and find another man Good for her, she knew all along That she knew all along, sober is no longer my song Happy me, player keep on playing strong Now here are the days of Karma I didn’t care – I was addicted to women, even those I called Ma So I came to my senses It’s been 4 weeks of saying those three words that got things intense Tired was I talking of love ‘I love you’ – I would say this in a minute While I cheat in the next second Tell me – why won’t this love thing get me tense? I love you – she complains that I am not saying it Love – I do not convey it Yet, she still loves me, and it’s weird It means Kudus to me the player nerd A genius in women – so much I own in herds Will all these said make me look wicked? Yes, the ladies would call me a dick head True – I am a dick head, and down below is a small head At the beginning, I wasn’t crooked I said I only liked her and it cooked Now she sees me as a succulent meal that she couldn’t like but love There goes the vocal at the other end of the phone Janji, I love you Silly me saying ‘I love you too’ Just that, turned out to be the right woo Now tell me, what I would have said Saying ‘I don’t love you’, would make the girl sad ‘I don’t love’ would make every Nigerian Fella, or Fela curse and call me a bastard The players in the game would call me a retard A retard even if I claim that from the game, I am retired Even some ladies would ask, does this guy ever go hard? While some agree that telling her the truth of not loving she, is playing the right card Some would disagree, saying that life is ‘FAD’ Bleep and Discard But why didn’t I listen to God If I told the truth that I didn’t care, then he would not spoil me but spare the rod And I would make him glad The funny thing is what is about being a PLAYER Players keep playing Ladies would keep hating Aids would keep hunting You keep thinking that condom is the thing Evil keeps singing Rapture keeps hanging Peace |
Re: About A Player Or Players by Lovelace: 9:53am On Jul 07, 2008 |
'A genius in women – so much I own in herds' Play on player if you really wrote that. But remember women aren't cattle or sheep. |
Re: About A Player Or Players by Janji(m): 6:35pm On Jul 07, 2008 |
women aint cattle or sheeps, very true thanks for given me a clue id need more critics to review that part, but how do you see the poem !! Thanks anyway |
Re: About A Player Or Players by Janji(m): 6:37pm On Jul 07, 2008 |
i wasnt even thinking that women where herds was just trying to relate to you how numerous they were !!! |
Re: About A Player Or Players by syren: 7:34pm On Jul 07, 2008 |
I like your originality and the concept. I can clearly see the predicamnt he's in but also does it change him in anyway or does he continue to be a player. Janji: From this I thought he had stopped but wasn't sure? |
Re: About A Player Or Players by Janji(m): 8:32pm On Jul 07, 2008 |
the concept is that a player is glorified in his own eyes but the end of it is that, he is diggin his own grave even if he escapes on earth, what about heaven Its actually for players who have stopped playing and those who are still in it its like choice i hope we could build a bridge and share our poems on a page its your call originality and concept, thanks i know we both have a lot to offer looking forward to a reply |
Re: About A Player Or Players by syren: 9:03pm On Jul 07, 2008 |
Janji: Ok I that's cleared it up for me thanks. The poem you read was my first attempt at poetry and I wanted to get feedback to see if I'm any good at it. I was very inspired reading peoples work on this forum and I've studied it but never written my own. I think sharing our work would be very helpful thanks. |
Re: About A Player Or Players by Janji(m): 8:37am On Jul 08, 2008 |
well thats not a bad attempt in poetry am impressed the thing is that i wonder where the poets are on naira land I mean there gotta be something we could do about our works i dont know if we could have a live forum or something Anyway, are you going to write more, while we both share some lovely expression thatw e both have written Holla |
Re: About A Player Or Players by Janji(m): 9:10am On Jul 08, 2008 |
Life starts with a hustle Like Ayo’s struggle for his breathe That is how it starts Or lest he’d go beneath the earth by death So to breathe, he was smart Now he and death are wide apart So he grows To face the hustle of tomorrow To find his life’s place So as to catch comforts accelerated pace In other not to be a disgrace But here is Dayo’s row Needing to hustle for money to end his sorrow For to get money, struggle is his brace And he gave it embrace But Fayo was young and free Hustling like the buzzing flight of a bee Because from poverties torment – he wants to flee “Torments of poverty” - which can turn permanent But for Thomas The first step to be a monument is being on the streets He says – “you can only be on the streets to steady your feet” While Shina takes on high and low class women Who pay to get this good performer’s semen? He keeps sucking on their teats He can’t stop – for the money is quick and sweet Also James was a young man in another city His hustle seems all wrong For that – it’s such a pity Because robbery was his song Defiant he was, yet mean and strong I guess he’d keep robbing to infinity So i say – there are different hustle to which everyone belongs Peter was on that which was called crime There is a lot – but car stealing brought him to his prime But I leave you to wonder if he eventually became supreme For Jude was another during James time Defrauding was his theme Do you think it’s the right way – if he did get money rolling? While David survived by his business sling Making and waving money like a king But allow me fly you with my wing To a hustle with a different swing It’s Solomon – the slave blinded with a degree His eyes almost in tears whenever his Boss makes a decree All I can say Is truly and truthful that he was never free Because he slaves with his school degree to pay his fee Let’s pray for him that he becomes independent Can I forget Paul – who does the hustle of a dent? Only to wash the windows of passing cars – does he find himself to represent Whenever I drove by 9th street he was always present But do you think he is better than Jide – doing the hustle of a beggar Alms can only be given to him by his feeders But my reader Check Lawrence the juggernaut sender He becomes this by going abroad He’d still travel if getting to overseas is only by road But our Nigeria’s prince charming has been shrunk to a toad by his endless unrealistic fantasy to get foreign currencies in loads His suit and tie here can only offer in overseas – menial jobs Let’s give him slight sobs There is a runner up if his hustle doesn’t pay off It’s Niran – who swallow stuffs I don’t know- but I heard you say it’s called cloud dust or cocaine If he succeeds – he moves to the rich line To eat and drink best of wines But if he fails – he becomes a swine He ends up in prison His same family to accept him if he had succeeded calls him a rejected son Why – because his failure is the reason After 50yrs – he comes out of jail an ex-con But that of Titus was that of claiming to be holy An in-genuine pastor calling Jesus his one and only He finds people to fool by preach He looks and smiles at offerings coming to his reach As he fakery teaches He sucks the poor out like leeches But there is this grand hustle not my doing Writing my poems and also rapping without booing’s It’s the genuine hustle by a talent Only if it is given no relent Flowing easy for I am truly God sent By this hustle which is truly descent But I conclude by saying that truly in everywhere And surely absolutely is there nowhere That there isn’t a form of hustle Whether good or bad – it ceases when you can no longer feel your torso It ends at death When by request for eternity – we become banished from the earth |
Re: About A Player Or Players by gorociano: 11:28am On Jul 12, 2008 |
Uncle JAnji , Your poems are too long, haba, brevity is a virtue, the yoruba's say "Opo oro ko k'agbon", "too many words cannot fill the basket", please temper your poem with mercy, |
Re: About A Player Or Players by Janji(m): 12:04pm On Jul 12, 2008 |
well, thats so harsh of you how could u say that to me, words just flow and thats why it is long well i dont know where the meat tastes sour to you for coming at me like that, well i guess you are just one critic and its not that i do not have short poems too i dont know sha, its how you feel anyway, i understand |
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