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I am awake lookin’ at roommates

I am aghast at variance in their skin colour

They are all grown ups with personal mark

Maybe they remember the years past or

believe in the future should they have their eyes cast.

Different views to life, but sand

one place after death.

Ancient tale, is anything new under the sun?

Life is not complex, but who will tell the abacist?

Come to terms with truth!

You are either tall or short

You are either rich or poor

You are either this or that

But best strong and smart.

Truth is

Life is honey, unleavened bread, lime, without four

What you become is a product of your every 6*4

Who burned the oil with diligence and 

left Earth with aridity?

Who and what said life is not algebra?

Your bible will at best give good guidelines

That priest can only make the message more

sweetened with punch lines.

Key is

Algebra’s puzzle can be unriddled only by you

We fail because it is a build up to success

We are failures when we dance salsa with life.

She is a feminist

She may control you like a tempestuous sea

Only fools wait and see.

Life is not complex, but who will tell the chronophobic?

Redemption does not come upon grey hairs

Algebra is not meant for blank heads

An achiever is a dreamer, he works and

barely stares.

He has no second to pussyfoot, he has shown 

mastery of the book of proverbs.

We envy excellent spirits instead of making em best friends

We remain average,

We remain life’s slaves,

We remain candles under bushel.

Every man is a born god, the ones aware become a country

Be inspired by Mandela, do not fail and blame the ancient

hands of sorcery.

Life is an arena

Only survivors write the rules with blood, sweat, and tears.

Make karma your bitch, do not give up when life spanks you

We perish cos of self focus

Envy makes a brother hate you.

If my letters are blur and familiar, you could

kick it out the front gate

If it arouses your red heart, maybe

it is about time you kick start.

So I say life is not complex, but who will tell babies

Born with no silver spoon?

                                                                                                             OKOCHA OBED



My name is Okocha Obed, you can call me Obeezy. I love to display aesthetics through my ink—I must say writing is my small world. I consider myself a deep writer; I say I am deep because I have discovered that part about myself, even, my fabulous audience share same view. I believe in connecting to all kind of persons as there is always something to learn from everyone. I see myself as an actor; to stay on the stage, I need to think ink. The voice is a reflection of myself and my conscience. I always felt I could be like superman while growing up. It was pretty ridiculous so all I did was dream of being a soldier. It was abortive. So I created a world where I could keep talking about the ills in my community but with other flavours to show I am growing into completeness. keep reading.

17 thoughts on “ALGEBRA

  1. i love this lines……
    What you become is a product of your every 6*4

    Who burned the oil with diligence and

    left Earth with aridity?
    Definitely they have said it all……all i have to say is, keep it up bruh.

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