WhaT Formula Of IQ

Not every mind can contain my dexterity
They try to push me aside cause I abhor mediocrity
Am creatively radical about gigantic innovation
The world rather celebrates ostensibly invention
What they forgot is nothing under the sun is new
And nothing can occlude my ferocious
My kind are rare gem of individuals with skills
They want to drown our ideas, but it got gills
It swam to the other deeper side of the shore to thrive
They buried us but like seeds we germinate to survive

Am not singing the self proclaim song of heroes
Just reminding my kind that we attract pals and foes
Out of the enigmatic thrills of our artistry
It broods all sort of feelings can turn friend to enemy
Or enemy to friend as the case may be
The eyes of our mind must tell what it see
Even if it cost us our freedom and prosperity
Going against the systems norm sure sparks enmity

Its not about diction or  grammar
But constructive thoughts about life’s drama
The question is
What formula of IQ projects our thoughts
Does it build or destroy finding faults
Am Not super intelligent but am smart enough to know
What’s right or wrong, my kind of IQ steals the show
Let’s not be critics of nation builders
Rather help them lean them shoulders
Never support those that want short cuts,
All roads do not lead to a successful results.

© Lumumba SixthSenze Jatau



Aging Reflection

On the desk of my birthday
Are voluminous gift of present
Wrapped in various size as well as shapes
Taking the memory lane that never fades
A trip back to what I envision to be
At this crucial mid thirty that I see
Friends and well wishers I gathered
Knowledge and experience collected
The choices and actions I selected
Bad ones that got me into serious trouble
Repercussions when I miss and fumble
Isn’t it funny how time with out wings fly
Suddenly a lot of years has swiftly gone by
Many more blessed years a head
Life comes alive after ones dead
Before that let me bask in Gods glory
Let the birds of the earth chirp my story
Tell the words I crafted on the tablet of history
Deeds I dared to overcome life’s sole misery

With age comes responsibility
Grace erases all sort of insecurity
As I reflect on issues here and there
The more I see they come in pair
Good and Evil
Animals and people
GOD and devil
Dimensions are in level,
Which side of the pole do I dangle
How knob of matters arise to handle
Am I positive or negative
Nonchalant or persuasive
What’s my inner desire
Core of my being on fire
Embers of my thoughts saturated
Am I worthy to be celebrated?
Have I lived up to expectation?
Question of Aging reflection?
On this very delicate occasion.



This is a saga of a mother who never resent her duty
Of raising Men to be agents of positive change in society
She Lost her husband when she needed him most
Only in her dreams do he appear as a harmless ghost
She kept the home like he was always there
Providing all that’s necessary needed with joyful cheer
She wakes up at the early break of every new dawn
Before going to work to cook meals for her beloved sons

This noble woman is known for sacrificial giving
Through God, she’s the reason am still breathing
She my mother, the one who incubated me for nine months
Her firm discipline is renowned for its rational point
She took me to the police station for squandering My school fee,
urging they beat stupidity out of me
Cause she wanted this to sink in my skull, ‘knowledge is the key’
That unlocks the door of ignorance that keeps humans captive,
No exaggeration, mentally, physical and emotionally active
She do not condone bullshit her motto and tactics

Gloria Laura Jatau, gave me tough love I never understood
Until now I realised she never wants me to Rob the hood
Turning out a hoodlum, riff raff or a dubious miscreant
Her legacy is a spiritual song I will always chant
I can never pay you back for your compassionate tough love
Everything you did and still do fits like a  hand glove
My prayer is you live long and enjoy the fruits of your seeds
As Your second son I stand to attest for your heroic deeds.

© Lumumba Sixthsenze Jatau.



Jargon of thoughts feast on the table of my mind
In life you got only one shot no chance for rewind
Every Opportunity that lags along must not be wasted
For gold to come out worthy, inside fire its tested
There are moment I don’t have an idea of what am writing
I allow the pen paint pictures that are lastly exciting

The Question is must I be inspired before I write
Don’t my proactive restless pen has the ordain right
To say what I feel inside with nothing to hide
Under the cliché guise of not been inspired
Reasoning with my point don’t get me wrong fellow poets
Its our thoughts and its manifestation having a duet
Its a two side of a coin, doing it and thinking
Moments are missed or captured quicker than blinking

One I think do not need inspiration to say how they feel
If the pangs of emotions flooding inside are for real
Let is flow like the water falls that immaculately bubble
Channels of ideas will spring up without strife nor struggle
It is good to have the surge of inspiration
Yet far better to develop the momentum of motivation.

Life itself is an inspiration, work to be self motivated
To write not for fame or the barrage of been celebrated.
I find for ever on the sands of time even when dead and gone
Every word I uttered or wrote will bleed like a wound from a gun
Thousands will find freedom emotionally
Millions shall get awoken mentally
Trillions will react and respond positively.

© Lumumba Sixthsenze Jatau.



The Microsoft word of my thoughts I open to enter
My mind closed like a shut down computer
I scrambled with ideas to vent about
Seems the room of inspiration am locked out
Where is the galaxy of my sparkling diction
I Can’t even put together a subject matter of notion

I picked the pen placed it on pad
Letting it to flow haphazardly sad
To let out its nostalgic feeling of writing
That is in a coma under aid of recuperating
Am  hospitalized in the hospital of writers block
I checked  my pulse of motivation, behind said the clock

Sneaking out of the hospital with out ‘procrastination’ knowing
His is the doctor in charge here, safer he don’t see me going
The ‘nurse activities’ attempted to stop me from leaving
Saying “You haven’t completed your medication no misgiving”
I paid no attention to her walking swiftly on foot of my pen
I was behind time why wait when its over days and pass ten

What will I call It a ‘mental asylum’?
Getting paralyzed creatively its the outcome
A writer should never have and situation
Block the anus that excrete his inner emotion
The reflection of our thoughts should paint our reality
The last time I checked creativity possess Infinite ability.

© Poet Lumumba SixthSenze Jatau


She met him at a church conventional crusade
He is a general in the prayer army brigade
He wooed her with his sanctimonious display
Speaking in ‘tongues’, he brags its greek when he pray
After the convention all went there separate way

Two weeks later she got a call from him
Saying”The Lord talked to me about me in dream,
“You are the one whom is to be my beloved wife”
“Bearing our children and living together for the rest of our life”

SHe was caught aback with dazzling amazement
Her tongue tied she could not offer a mere comment
Little did she know this fellow is a psychopathic rapist
Rendering his victims helpless, he feels no remorse as a sadist
He got the chance to lure her to his domain with entices
As he always does to the oblivion victims he hypnotizes

Overwhelmed by his deceptive charming charisma
She was wrongly carried away thinking she found a worth mister
A responsible husband that will forever cherish her.

A patch of pain stains the spot at which the heart was broken
Now she vowed to death for the door of her soul not to open
For any emotions of Love that travels to get inside
On the horse of trust she made up her mind not to ride
Her fate was not worst than death though it tented her pride
The traumatic effect she did not permit to hold her down
She rose above the clouds of infliction that made her frown.

© Lumumba SixthSenze Jatau



My pen never runs out of timely topics to talk about,
Religion, Science or perhaps faith and doubt
Or the arrant arrogance of Mankind false pride
Why compete when the sky is too wide
For two birds on a flight to collide
EVery star glitter from its stipulate spot
They struggle not to shine nor sort
To disregard by disrespecting individuality
Every Soul has an innate talented quality
That is capable of uplifting the downs of humanity

Encourage Yourself in your Godly given craft
No one will, just a few, others are plotting trap
To thwart every effort you have put in work
Abhor to see you progress rather happy if you’re stuck
You must never settle for the less of your potentials
The works of humans speaks on their behalf not credentials.

Poet Lumumba SixthSenze Jatau

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