Believe me. Im definately , absolutely and succintly not his fan. But i stil can't help humming his speechless! But we share some unavoidable linkage- Africa, and the kinda music - pop. Absolutely,he carved that almost without raising his head! Pls pardon me... the glimpse may not be far from your horrizon but just another rule of the thumb as my lecturer would say! The world acclaimed 'KING Of POP' never cease to amazed the living beings, nor his unyielding delectable fans nor the 'living dead' of the great beyond.I bet you, the living organism of our sister planet- Mars, never ceased to beam their binoculars on our planet. Thanks God, they never made another invasion of the 'War of the World' to sniff the skin of him, who never cease to be of their 'DNA'...An exceptional phenomenon. Taking his root in Indiana of a black American family in 1958. Micheal Jackson with his exceptional character had no love lost with the media and his critics. He was 'christened' 'wacko Jacko' by the British tabloid
The Nigerian students as contrary to her counterparts elsewhere has been plagued with flurries of pandemic-like epileptic diseases right from her insipid days, with its curtain-raiser been the 'infamous' INSOMNIA- a condition of not been able 2sleep because of havin to be studios wit its concomitants. And now they are now groanin in pains wit pale skin,watery eyes,myopic lingo and excessive stooling from 'ASUUmanic'- a condition of an epilepsy of our intellectual cognitivity resultin in fulmore dissonace....It's an aftermath of an ongoing strike by ASUU(Academic Staff Union of University) in Nigeria.This is not a fudge but my pandemonium!
For God said! That's what the preacher echo, U wil be multiply as the sand of the sea shore, He preaches, Looking sternly on the Congregtion, He whispers, but that ain't gonna happen without ur dime, Faces grimances, yet staunched he was, For i tell U, u must do a sacrificial givin! The congregation were stung Cat-call echo from behind,with a resoundin sigh @ the front row As a stupified being, he yelled 'that must be the devil'! A being fell off the bench,'yes Lord send him home' His daughter probably might have been sleeping!
Eh sha! That goes the sneezing, Eh sha! Im shivering. The watery red-eyed hemisphere, Has been so fogged, Cryin all day wit his nostril frost, As i sit at meal this day, My hand trembled as i hold the fork, Heavens!U been crying all thro' this day, Wailin on my roof as a hunger-stricken mothers of Zimbabwe, Bent on having justice done after a sunny-yesterday, As wit the blood stained soil of Rwanda, Terror landscapin her sister Uganda, Mum is startled, With a frequent glance over the window plane, Though her myopic sight,can't see thro' the unceasing wail, A bellow from our feet below, Send us darting to join others, Heeding the call to go below, A floor-like being is our guest downstair, Ours was close to the wailing-mouthed hemisphere, Sending the cold down my spine, Right down to downstair, I'm cold-bound!