FineBoy!

Ojima-Ojo John Atakpa

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone…

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone

I loved you with all my heart

I tried to make your world brighter

But may be its tough chance

You may not see what’s in front of you

But you would see when it’s gone

You would miss my annoying presence

You would miss all my talks

You would think about all the memories

Where we didn’t see eye to eye

You might cry remembering my smile

The smile that’s is full of love

When I’m gone you would miss me

But then you are bit late,

Don’t cry when I am gone,

It’s just too late,

Too late

yeah

A man doesn't have time in his life

to have time for everything.

He doesn't have seasons enough

to have a season for every purpose.

Ecclesiastes Was wrong about that.

A man doesn't have time.

When he loses he seeks,

when he finds he forgets,

when he forgets he loves,

when he loves

he begins to forget.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same time

to laugh and cry with the same eyes,

same hands throw and gather stones

to make love in war and war in love.

And to hate and forgive

and remember and forget,

to arrange and confuse,

to eat and to digest

what history

takes years and years to do.

And his soul is seasoned, his soul

is very professional.

Only his body remains forever

an amateur. It tries and it misses,

gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,

drunk and blind in its pleasures

and its pains.

He will die as figs die in autumn,

Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,

the leaves growing dry on the ground,

the bare branches pointing to the place

where there's time for everything.

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Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.