Empty (Part 3) – Heavy Dirty Soul 

Because this dark cloud doesn’t ever leave me alone 
Life tests F-ed me up and had me eating a stone 

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I feel empty but my soul’s heavy 
Imprisoned with no one to pay my soul’s levy
I tried to push my problems up a vertical slope 
But it crashed down on me and shattered my hope 
I’m crowned with fear and garbed in doubt 
My throne is filled with thorns but I’m too numb to shout 
Despair is my sceptre and my kingdom is pain 
I’m the king of losers and it pours when I reign 
Because this dark cloud doesn’t ever leave me alone 
Life tests F-ed me up and had me eating a stone 
Life would throw me a bone and throw me to the dogs 
Water me till I’m grown then cut me for logs 
They say when you’re down, you need fear no fall 
But I’m spiralling down the bottomless with no pit stops
Then it stopped but I shattered my feet 
My blood is ice-cold now and my heart doesn’t beat. 
Empty

– herovickers 

Hello. It’s been a long while since I walked these WordPress streets. I’ve got a couple more posts coming too, so watch this space. 

I don’t really have much to say about this “Empty.” It’s just me… I mean…the character moping as usual. 

You should check out previous instalments of “Empty” : 

Thanks. 


 

The Future 

I’m no bird of the air, I think about tomorrow
Oxy-moronic dreamer because reality is filled with sorrow
Acquiring aspirations is auto asphyxiation
When your rise to the top leads to Sisyphus’ situation

The future is bright, the future is bleak
I don’t see the path that leads to the peak
I need a miracle, they told me 3:16
How do I believe in Him when I don’t believe in me?

I’m no bird of the air, I think about tomorrow
Oxy-moronic dreamer because reality is filled with sorrow
Acquiring aspirations is auto asphyxiation
When your rise to the top leads to Sisyphus’ situation

In this Stygian under-world of ours that overflows
With broken dreams, and hope it seems never abode
The spear of despair pierce through my soul
When the game is rigged, how do I get to my goal?

But the glint in my father’s eyes when he looks at me with pride
Lights up my heart and shows the path where hope resides
Selflessness lifts off this gloom as if by compulsion
I have no choice in the matter : failure is not an option

-Eronmosele

un316

I fear for him because he’ll lose his mind
I fear for him because he’ll be leaving in a bier
I fear for him because he’ll lose his pride
I fear for him because I see him every day in the mirror

What is the hope for a writer that can’t write?
                                     a giant that can’t fight ?
                                    a lion that can’t bite?
How does he battle the demons on the page
                                    the villagers when they rage
                                    those trying to put him in a cage
He’s defenceless and his soul is empty
                                     they’re going to behead him
                                     the jungle king’s reign will end quick
I fear for him because he’ll lose his mind
I fear for him because he’ll be leaving in a bier
I fear for him because he’ll lose his pride
I fear for him because I see him every day in the mirror
-Victor

I Am Nothing …And So Are You

Take off the make-up, take off the expensive clothes, take off the watches, take off the hair and hair extensions, take off the shoes, take off the impeccable diction and accents, take off the temperaments and egos, take away the cars, take off the chains, take off the earrings, take them all away.
Underneath we’re all just the same, naked homosapiens trying to figure out what we’re doing in this planet.

“Take off the make-up and see what’s under the mask yo”

Hello vreader.

Christmas is in the air. Or is it ? I really don’t see the usual Harmattan over at my side. Where is the Harmattan? Has it been affected by the recession too(too soon?) ? I hope not, so I can get an excuse to wear my new awesome jackets.
The quote above is a lyric from “Angry Young Man” (long story) and even though it’s used in a different context there, it can apply to life too.
Take off the make-up, take off the expensive clothes, take off the watches, take off the hair and hair extensions, take off the shoes, take off the impeccable diction and accents, take off the temperaments and egos, take away the cars, take off the chains, take off the earrings, take them all away. 
Underneath we’re all just the same, naked homosapiens trying to figure out what we’re doing in this planet. Underneath we’re all just dust or tissues, muscles and bones (whichever you believe). Underneath there is no rich, there is no poor. Underneath there is no beautiful, there is no ugly. Underneath there is no successful, there is no unsuccessful.
Underneath it’s just plain. Underneath we’re all like stick figures. Yes, we’re all stick figures.
We think too much of our statuses, our appearance, our properties and the  perceptions of others. We get so caught up in everything that we think we’re above everything. We call ourselves higher animals (Why won’t we say that when we’re the ones who set the standards? ).
think when we start to look inwards and strip off all these extra appendages and glamour that’s when we can realise we’re not really anything and we can start to appreciate the little things.

 

Vickers out!

Peace and Valar Morghullis! 

 

  • Yay! I’m writing again!
  • Writer’s block is gone!

Expunge

What is the opportunity for the youth today
When he’s got a government that never looks his way

What is the opportunity for the youth today
When he’s got a government that never looks his way
When his innovative ideas always get pushed away
And he’s got bills to pay
When the only legal means is gambling and pyramid schemes
When the leaders eyes are closed to his plight, so they sleep on his dream
But they flaunt their wealth on Instagram, and have him fiending for whips
And he’s got bills to pay
When they never listen to her unless she’s in a skimpy dress
When they flex with all the money her pensioner father hasn’t been paid in years
When she’s out of school with no job, she doesn’t know which way is next
And she’s got bills to pay
When the system is corrupt and filled with lawlessness
When the House of Assembly members are throwing chairs
When they only reach out to him to cause election violence
And he’s got bills to pay
YOU’RE PUSHING HIM! YOU’RE PUSHING HER! YOU’RE PUSHING US!

Herovickers
Angry Young Man
Hello vreader (*cringe).
I wrote this a while back and I just got around to sharing. I’m just expunging all these thoughts that keep me turning on my bed at night.
I think we (the young people) are being pushed when we don’t have the environment to flourish and be great. And when you push someone to the wall, two things can happen(according to me) : either the person fights back or they jump over you and (seemingly) run away.
You should be more afraid of the latter.
Thanks for reading.

 

unMe

This is true, you do need not a picture to believe
Because Hell spat the man back and the demon who came with the figure was ME.

Desolate, reprobate,unrepentant renegade
He crash-and-burned from trying to levitate
Hell awaits, death a date, his screams would get to Heaven’s gate
He crash-and-burned from running life at a deadly pace
He crash-and-burned from ignoring that his bed’s in flames
He crash-and-burned and his demons came out to celebrate
He’s ashes now, his demons have no where to stay
What is that big sound? It seems to cause the earth to shake
Next thing the wind starts howling, then it breaks the urn
And the ashes starts floating, then began to turn
The figure rose like Lazarus, the figure rose like the Phoenix
The figure spoke with a fiery tongue, the figure said “It is finished”
This is the account of the villagers who were displaced
Because the figure torched the homes of those who dared to gaze-
-Upon his face. This is true, you do need not a picture to believe
Because Hell spat the man back and the demon who came with the figure was ME.

I wrote this because I was bored (Read this in Nas’ voice)

The mechanical and electrical guys said petroleum was easy

“Okay na, wait till you see the calculations in advanced drilling

The correlations & charts… abeg argue with your Fourier Series”

It started 2012, the day was June 11 and

That was my birthday, I just turned seventeen

I remember standing on the queue for registration

Dad looking on, proud is what I vowed to make him

 

First year was so much fun, “wow, I’m an undergrad”

Meet Seez and started heating up the underground

Back to books though, ’cause MAT 111 had voluminous assignments

We had sleepless nights because all of the works were piling

 

Then tests came, we realized that this was no play

School was no fun and games like Nollywood loves to paint

Those were the good days, memories priceless, you can’t buy them

Like when I saw Tracy and my brain lost its allignment

 

Damn…it was a sunny afternoon

Her hair was blowing in the wind and she was laughing too

“Don’t fall, Vickers, don’t fall”, but I broke like a plastic spoon

Man, crushes and all…okay, okay, back to books

 

Fast forward, 200 level, the G.P. dropping session

Mechanical courses were heating up the tension

T.D almost cracked my back, waiting for the end like pension

Results “skewed” our brains to the point we invented formation

 

Then third year came, they said it would be simple

Petroleum terms were so foreign, I thought lecturers spoke in riddles

We were forming “Petrolites” but didn’t know the little-

difference between petroleum and crude oil, we learnt it all with full joy

 

The mechanical and electrical guys said petroleum was easy

Okay na, wait till you see the calculations in advanced drilling

The correlations & charts… abeg argue with your Fourier Series

400 level was stressful, we were fiending for a release

 

Got the release the moment I.T. came

Met the good, the bad and the I.T.K.s

Put in that work, man, I did put in that work

It was as sweet as a song by a nightingale

 

…that was until I heard the news

“Oh God, please this can’t be true!”

Facebook posts saying that we lost Olu

I was in shock and I didn’t know what to do

 

…but that’s life

Rest in peace to the brothers who ascended past life

It’s a jungle out here, we’re never quitting that fight

Well I.T. ended, and in a blink of an eye, it’s part five

 

IT defence, project defence

Defence on defence, I’d rather sit on the fence

We were counting the days because our freedom was near

With smiling faces, the joy was too much to bear

 

Final exams came, our black and yellow jackets would make Khalifa jealous

We poured water, turned the school upside down, nothing they can tell us

This is the result of hard work, zeal and persistence

Three fingers in the air, so…free from the system

 

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herovickers

 

So…the title is unconventional. I wanted to name the post either of the two of them but I could not make up my mind.

Read it in Nas’ voice and it’ll make so much sense, it’ll be like Nas’ ‘Memory Lane (Sittin’ in Da Park).

Oh and I was superbored when I wrote it.

This is like what you’d write if your lecturer told you to give a summary of your five years stay in school in 449 words.

So…ciao.

 

 

 

 

 

 

#StopTheViolence

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I wish you would stop the violence

I know it’s instincts, I wish you could stop to rile them

Open your eyes, your blindness is the cause of these wildness

See the blood flowing, the land is now Nile red

I know it’s the Wild West, I know it’s the Dirty South

But I’m tired of wondering if I’m next, I gotta tell you now

Yeah, I’m well aware of how the system here has let you down

But that’s no excuse to run around causing unrest like a headless hound

Yeah, I said ‘headless’, ’cause it’s like you don’t think

Look at the mother crying, eyes never drying, is this all you gon’ bring-

-to the world? It saddens me when I see you on the streets

It saddens me more when I see you handcuffed on the screen

I wish you would stop the violence

The sky is wide enough for anyone who attempts to fly in

Put down the piece, raise up the peace

I really wish you would stop the violence

 

herovickers

 

#StopTheViolence

For Bundie

It started small and it grew before my eyes

Grew as big as the sun as it shone blinding bright

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It started small and it grew before my eyes

Grew as big as the sun as it shone blinding bright

But the light didn’t hurt as I looked it eye to eye

It’s soothing as warm milk and up my face crept up a smile

And suddenly my entire world lit up

The darkness all around me melted on the floor

A small still voice spoke, so calm it could calm a storm

I turned around and I couldn’t believe what I saw

A fairy flapping her wings and she told me her name

It was Abundance, and at that moment, my pain went up in flames

She spoke but a few words and it echoed through the cave

She spoke but a few words and they hit me like a wave.

She was the light.

She is the light.

 

herovickers

 

This is for Abundance.

KK.

Haunted

I keep my face expression-less these days
’cause even a fake smile cannot mask this pain

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I keep my face expression-less these days

’cause even a fake smile cannot mask this pain

My train of thoughts moves faster than speed trains

Imagining scenarios when I could have had it changed

Now the cows are home and the milk is spilt

I’m being haunted by demons in my dreams and sleep

I’m at the edge but I’m walking like I don’t see the cliff

Tears about to burst, but I’m struggling to keep it within

Struggling to put it all behind me, but it just keeps springing

My conscience pricks me and my heart begins to bleed

Despair and doubt , they both live with me

I don’t see 3:16 nor do I see reason

Please leave me, I need no more company for this misery

I tell everyone I’m fine but I’m shaken visibly

I’m sinking deep and going down all the way

When I’m tortured by memories of the past that I cannot erase

herovickers.

 

Hello vreader. I guess we have all been at this point ( and for some more often than others). You just want to be alone and sulk and you shoot “Misery loves company” in the face. You just want to deal with your stuff by yourself.

You wish you could have done things differently or just messed up a life opportunity. You want to tear your hair out and aaaaaaaarrrrGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! YOU WANNA SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That’s where I was when I wrote this.

Thanks for reading.

    PS

  • Still working on the ending posts stuff.
  • Fucking perfectionism!!