Don’t tell me how the sun is warm in your 2019 latest Lexus Jeep
Tell me how it’s harsh to that poor, pure water hustler named Linus John,whom you saw and couldn’t help with a ten naira note…
Don’t tell me how comfortable your mansion is
Tell me how comfortable that little girl is laying unclad, uncovered, uncared for, Between mints of broken emotions, Sods of dirt and echoes of death Under a dangerous bridge…
The fruitfulness of life lies not in the longevity of life but in lagacy left behind..
She walked away sadly from your office, a first class holder.
You said “Sorry,No vacancy”
But your mother’s Cousin Distant Friend’S Neighbor’S Sister’s younger Brother occupies a lucrative position with his degree of illiteracy…
Don’t tell me how you’re wallowing in the luxury of money
Tell me how the masses are suffering in hunger because you hide clean crops Naira notes in your Gp tanks,while their water comes even from dirty sources…
Don’t tell me how your children are flourishing in British Montessori Schools
Tell me how the children in your local government area sit on the bare ground writing notes written on a cracked board,under a leaking roof by an unpaid teacher….
While we wait..
Don’t tell me how the roads of America are so “In” and “Chic” and “Right on” like nylon
Tell me how bumpy,jaw jarring, teeth chattering and sight sorrowful the roads of your hometown are….
Don’t tell me how lovely your relationship is
Tell me how to feel when the love of my life,betrays me,breaks my heart,treats me as trash and finally dumps me as Garbage on the streets of Ajegunle
Don’t tell me how wonderful your parents are
Tell me how to feel when at age six,I discovered my both parents abandoned me,in a refuse Carton full of empty biscuit packets….
Don’t tell me the promises and grammar that will come on your next manifesto
Tell me how those lies will manifest
We’ve been deceived and fooled for too long
Don’t tell me how much you love me
Tell me how long you’ll be able to prove it
We’re tired of being sweet tongued
This is the age of Talk and do.
Don’t tell me how much money you have
Tell me how many person you help with it…
What will you profit if you have the world
But others are struggling to live on it with you?
Don’t tell me how kind your parents are
Tell me how nice you are to them
A lot of people have never known theirs
Don’t tell me how you’ll change the world
Tell me how you’ve changed yourself
Because Change actually begins with you
Don’t tell me how beautiful your coffin will be
Tell me if you’ll go to the land of death with all your vanities
Life actually is an opportunity,but if misused, it is nothing but a waste of Necessity
Don’t just let me know you read this my bile of expressive emotions
Tell me how touched you were by it
Because a joy of a writer comes from the satisfaction of the readers…
Don’t just wish
Arise and live well
Don’t tell me you’re good
Practice the good
Leave a legacy
For as life looks long
When you’re gone
You’ll remember it was too short
Don’t just come and go
Come and impart
I am Favour Ephraim
Forward your views to River Econolockahatchee
Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it…
Tell me you can find out about it….