You that rejoices over another’s downfall, You that prays for another’s ill-luck, You that loves them not, but hates them all, You that does
The nights are farfetched and eerie, Stars never appear and I’m teary, Christmas is here and bells chime, Everyone misses you time after time.
That Christmas, I’ll never forget Every time I remember it, I fret I have lost a thing too many Each of them worth than
And I always thought we were meant for ourselves, I always think our future will read the same line of intimacy, I always
If I were Santa, these are what I’d do: Dump silly gifts that were given to you, Deliver some things outside your door, Things
Christmas is upon us and the prices of goods and services, I’m afraid, are getting higher. There have been no cheap food for a while.
By: Author Enobong Ukpabio Heart break, You gave me continuous eye looks Always running round just To be noticed by me, You gave me
Before the quake, Flowers could speak; Blooming with smiles on their faces, Their leaves danced, In rhyming rhythm of the melodious wind. Before
By Author Enobong Ukpabio Yuletide Whose heart doth hold the yuletides glow Hath little need of Mistletoe; Who bears a smiling grace of
Who is next to go? By Peter Benjamin Peter is a spoken song centered on Nigeria and her woes. Click here to listen to