High Quality Network
I am a poet, an Author on sweek, and a YouTuber on Jade Anibor channel.
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High quality network. (Part one)
Our lives are in the sky,
So high I cannot reach it,
I do not feel my skin anymore,
And the remote you bought me
Is just a tool.
I miss you bird,
The way you peck on me with your beak,
Right on my navel;
How can you do those things to me again,
When you have flown away across ice.
My leopard
I have your spots on,
How do I show you my new look?
I smell the scents of queen in my hut,
And look like a lady in my farm:
A lot of gift you send through air,
But still I cannot touch captain happy;
Still I cannot see father righteous,
And your voice is falling from my ears.
I hate this remote you have sent me,
I look at it without pleasure,
It is nothing like my black candy,
My huge cassava,
What am I to do with it?
You say it will lead me to your voice,
How can this take me on a plane;
To a thousand miles?
You say place it on your ears
And I shall be with you,
I have done so
but it is as silent as Solomon's grave.
Chima told me
Of that object you mentioned,
That I can
Fix into my remote;
So I can hear your cocoa voice.
I am as excited as I was
during my last harvest,
Waiting,
Walking around the hut,
Going round the farm land,
Just to get a sound of your voice -
I cannot hear you.
Where can network be?
High quality network (part two)
Another day has spread itself
Like a web on my entrance,
Wondering how I will make it
With that pistol in hand,
I hope to shoot my words through -
Baby this is not working,
I am out again in the scorching sun
Looking too good to be living this life
In a barn of crops;
Take me to you,
I do not see network doing magic,
As Chima promised he would.
Who is network?
That can get me to London,
While in Nigeria?
Who is that man that can
Send you a picture of how I look
In my village?
What is that thing that can fly faster than an airplane,
And do things witchcraft cannot.
I will kill myself for you
If you do not return now,
And I will do worst than
This network,
That has crippled our joy:
Covered our sun,
And reminded us of our status.
I am now poor to you,
Far away you now see life better;
From a network
You now call quality.
What am I now to you?
I need quality,
I need network,
I need my remote
To be a better pistol
And aim my words
Like an AK 47.
I shall save you here, until I get high quality network.
