NEVER DISSIMILAR Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI


It's too early in the morning 

Please don't cry or wail 

The pressure is getting to neck

You can grin or make face

Yes! Feel free but never cry


At the land of bar beach 

I lived, loved and earned 

Yes! I learnt so much yonder 

I know the land like my home 

He was popular and worked null 

Don't cry yet, let's get to dusk 


I said of Papa 8 signature cap

He knows no good thing of it 

Leading by dragging and taking 

Painting heavens with empty words

I mean Bala, Blue, Bulaba 

It's on you brethren whoever you think 


Early in the morning tomorrow 

Just as I check myself and you 

Let it be true that I'm intact 

The extortionists are here 

They came at night I know not why 

Don't cry please, I hate tears 


One day soon 

If nothing is done 

I mean as soon as now 

Our breathing will be taxed.

But I told you this 

Still early in the morning 


Don't let me see tears 

It's never dissimilar 

To hell with newness 

It's all the old way

It's never dissimilar 

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