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.

Unorthodox, Inspiring, 19 | What I Think About Versed’s “Youth N Truth EP”

“Hyperbole will underrate me”
– Versed
Unorthodox, Inspiring, 19-Those are the first three words that came to my mind when I finished my first listen of “Youth N Truth EP” by Versed.
A few weeks prior to the EP release, I had been so stressed out that I discovered I could not write anymore. I had writer’s block. I was aghast. Why that’s relevant is because after I gave the EP its first listen, I got that fire burning inside me again. And now I’m writing.
The EP reminds me of J Cole’s “The Come Up”. I’m talking about how it’s raw and you know the artist(e) is on to something great. That’s how I feel about the EP.
There were a lot of Illmatic references in the EP but this was no Illmatic though. Maybe on the next project. 😉
Now, about the sound, at times it sounds like it’s spoken word, at times it sounds like rap. I think it’s cool. The rhyming and flow does not conform to the formulaic style everyone does these days.
Versed use a lot of scenarios and literary devices (especially similes and metaphors) to convey the ideas behind the songs. It’s like poetry on a hip hop beat, ain’t nothing better than that.
My favourite song is “Myopia”. It was out as a single.
Versed comes across as a very inspired young man who does not care for the rules and would not be deterred by how different his sound is. That’s a quality of people who win in the end.
  • My favourite line :
“Hyperbole will underrate me”
          I hope so. That’s a very very very big brag though.
  • It’s a great debut effort. It’s cool that it does not  come off as preachy (because it has some prophetic vibes on it).
  • I wish Ab-soul’s album would come quicker so I can know that’s what I’m listening to for the rest of the year. But I still can’t get over Rapsody and Ab-soul’s track “2 AM”. Freaking amazing!


How can I repent
When I’m a sinner by choice

How can I win the game 
When I have already been defeated 
How can I be saved 
When I don’t wanna be delivered

How can I be sure 
When I still constantly doubt myself 
How can I ignore 
This pain when I hurt myself

How can I believe 
When I am living a lie
How can I leave 
This pain when I cannot say goodbye

How can I repent 
When I’m a sinner by choice 
How can I invent
When my mission is to destroy

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







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.











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





For Bundie

It started small and it grew before my eyes

Grew as big as the sun as it shone blinding bright


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.




This is for Abundance.



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


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



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.


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

Of Art And Understanding Art

So I’ll end this with a quote from Mr West, “if you know an artist, there’s only one thing you can say…when you see them…Thank You”

Hello vreader. How’s it going?

I was listening to “Event Horizon” by Rhyme Asylum featuring Crooked I and when it got to Kxng Crooked’s part, an idea struck me. The idea that only artists can understand other artist’s art. Whether it be painting, rhyming, football, coding or music composition. The Unsullied (here goes Vickers with Game of Thrones references again…), which refers to non-artists (in this post), can only appreciate the particular art.

To understand art you have to look beyond the aesthetic appeal to the five senses. To understand art you have to know( or at least be able to know) the reason behind the work of art. You should be able to understand the reason behind each rhyme , each brush stroke etc.

Back to Kxng Crooked’s verse, I feel that verse was a perfect verse. It didn’t lack anything. The energy matched the idea being conveyed. The rhyming style was on point and really interwoven and even all that awesomeness could not take away the concept of the song. It really is hard to nail combining technicality with content perfectly.

It reminds me of last Sunday’s “Silicon Valley” episode where Richard realised that the general public did not understand his Pied Piper app. The show has made us understand that the algorithm developed by the Pied Piper team is the best there is and this means what they created is phenomenal and should blow every one’s mind away. They made great art.

But when the platform got released to the people, they could not understand it. They had no idea what was going on. When the beta was released, only engineers gave the platform stellar review and the only Unsullied along them (Monica) said it felt “engineered”.

All these are making me have the opinion that art is not meant to be understood. Art is meant to be appreciated.

Think about it, and those Kanye West’s rants words of wisdom will make sense to you too.

So you do not have to understand why Eminem curses out famous celebrities a lot in his rhymes, or why Vickers did the first two verses of NSBA in Nigerian Pidgin or why Brymo made PNGS. The point is that it is their art and you do not have to understand.

So I’ll end this with a quote from Mr West, “if you know an artist, there’s only one thing you can say…when you see them…Thank You”


This is the Crooked I’s verse:

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
On the microphone I’m chemical explosives, mixed in high doses
Sick as psychosis and Cystic Fibrosis
Touch me and die my energy’s high voltage
When I wrote this Hennessey had my mind focused
Every rhyme I write becomes my new magnum opus
Pointing a chrome magnum at whoever rap the dopest
You cats are hopeless matter of fact, fags are bogus
Snap your neck backwards maggot, I’m that ferocious
Crooked sick in the head hit you with lead
Pistols flashing like cameras I can picture you dead
Might grab a knife stick you instead
Since he ain’t stand up nigga, the feds found him missing his legs
I’m on the balcony practising ancient alchemy 
Vest on the chest in case they try to Martin or Malcolm me
I know you think I love myself
Because this straight jacket is making me hug myself (Fuck It)

Damn, that's just cold


I’m writing this post listening to Adele’s 21 because one, symbolism, two, duh. How does it feel to be twenty-one ? I don’t know, it’s just there.

Somehow when I was writing the ‘Before I Turn Twenty’ post, I thought I’d be writing to a bigger audience when I wrote my 21 post. Sorry to my Linda Ikeji-esque dreams.

Back to the topic.

Happy birthday to me, yay!!!!!!!!

Send me gifts, send me money !


Unabridged (with Herovickers and Darmey) – Stereotypes

Herovickers: Take out some things like the stuff about *****

Herovickers: Before she shoots me with her glock

Darmey: Lmao

Darmey: Of course

Hello. I was engaged in an online conversation with Darmey and at a point I think we just flew off the handle and the conversation had us dropping knowledge like it was nuttin’.



Herovickers: On the topic of sterotypes, people should be free to like and not like whatever they wanna

Herovickers: Not every guy must care about football

Darmey: Exactly

Darmey: But no one is responsible for what other people think

Darmey: Anyone can think what they want

Herovickers: Yes that’s true

Herovickers: I feel people should be free-er in their thinking though

Darmey: True

Herovickers: People are scared of going against the grain, scared of being the crazy one

Herovickers: Being weird

Herovickers: To me, it’s okay to be different

Herovickers: Actually sha, I don’t care if people are caged in their thinking or not

Herovickers: It’s like it’s the artiste in me that gives a fuck

Herovickers: That might even be my angle sef

Darmey: I don’t think that’s true

People are scared of going against the grain but not in this situation


About football, I just think people need something to fall back to, they need like a community , something you and almost every other person has in common

Darmey: Something they can call a thing

Darmey: So when they see someone who doesn’t go along, they criticize

Herovickers: Yes and no

Darmey: Remember revega from Silicon Valley, you know what she did was right? ? But people won’t want to do it if they were in that position because it’s not normal

Darmey: The people who do things without caring what others think are the ones who actually change the world

Darmey: Attribute that quote to me please

Darmey: No?

Darmey: Explain

Herovickers: Okay cool

Herovickers: About your quote, it’s true, the Steve Jobs, the Bill Gates, the Leonardo da Vincis

Herovickers: They were different

Herovickers: Now about that yes or no stuff

Herovickers: No because they THINK they want a community of unified football lovers

Herovickers: They do not

Darmey: You mean they want but do not need?

Herovickers: It’s the stereotype that has been set in the first place that makes them THINK they do

Herovickers: This isn’t even about wants and needs

Herovickers: It’s about society making them want something that they do not necessarily WANT

Herovickers: What if I liked another sports, basket ball for example, that would be weird because the society dictates that “IN NIGERIA WE DON’T WATCH BB”

Herovickers: Then I wonder who makes these rules…and why do we follow them

Herovickers: Or something like Nigerians don’t listen to Soul or Rock music…only stupid Olamide raps

Herovickers: Who makes that rule

Herovickers: They are people who want to be different but keep pretending

Herovickers: I support being different TOTALLY…apart from faggotry though

Herovickers: 😀

Darmey: Lol

Darmey: True

Darmey: It’s all true

Darmey: But what about the ones who pretend to be different

Herovickers: Yeah like me pretending to like rock back in my 100 level by playing it loud in my room

Herovickers: Pretending to be different, in my opinion, is okay or should I say still being different

Herovickers: Just you’re being different in a DIFFERENT sort of way

Darmey: But now you actually do understand what you pretended to like now, right?

Darmey: And that is okay?

Herovickers: Exactly let me finish

Herovickers: Pretending to be different usually comes from a need to go against the grain, just that it’s not in you

Herovickers: But you REALLY want to be different from everyone, it means the person is brave enough and is making a conscious effort at standing against the rules and speaking for theyself

Herovickers: Like then I was tired of listening to what everyone listened to…I just had to try to see if I’ll like rock…I didn’t get it then, but I kept on pretending

Herovickers: Because it was a new terrain

Herovickers: Now I understand because you took time to introduce it and explain

Herovickers: Now that I am real with it, the question is : does my current situation now justify my pretence back in my first year?

Darmey: It doesn’t

Darmey: Or does it

Herovickers: Again, yes and no

Herovickers: But really it doesn’t matter until you actually get it

Darmey: Lol

Darmey: I get it now

Darmey: It doesn’t matter

Herovickers: You see

Herovickers: That’s the overall idea

Darmey: All that matters is you went against what was termed “normal”

Herovickers: Exactly

Herovickers: And another thing, it’s not by force to go against the general consensus

Herovickers: But the only problem is doing and thinking like everyone just  BECAUSE that’s what everyone is doing

Herovickers: This chat looks like something that could be a blog article online

Darmey: Lol

Darmey: You could read everything over and try the structure it

Darmey: Maybe post it on your blog

Herovickers: Yeah, or I could leave it as a conversation sef

Herovickers: Take out some things like the stuff about *****

Herovickers: Before she shoots me with her glock

Darmey: Lmao

Darmey: Of course

Herovickers: Except there is no mb😭

Darmey: Lol

Herovickers: But I’ll compose it in a word document

Herovickers: If it turns out nice, we could actually do it more often

Darmey: Yeah, I hope it turns out nice

Herovickers: It will, I’m a beast