Fidel's Poetry

15/09/2025

Illusions.

We rise like smoke,
Soft, escaping fire,
Believing the air is endless,
That the sky is better.
But we have a home.

We twist into shapes,
Into unknown faces,
Our names vanish,
Our dreams, we let go,
All because, we have a home.

We go into the dark,
And our shadows like thieves
Curling in corners unseen,
But when we come home,
They call us 'far..thers'

When we grows impatient,
We scatter into nothing,
No ashes to trace us,
In all our sadness, madness,
We still have a home.

We float between
Presence and disappearance,
Half ghost, and half fire.
Yet, we are FATHERS.

Fidel's Poetry, ©

18/07/2025

When I Smoke.

When I smoke,
I talk to ghosts,
they sit beside me in silence
watching the fire eat the razzler,
like they're hungry for my pain.

When I smoke,
the night feels close,
I tell it things I am weak to say,
the smoke goes round my head
Just like the things I try to forget.

When I smoke,
I feel far from the world,
Humans can't reach me there
and pain becomes a quiet friend
and the peace, though false — feels true.

When I smoke,
the day stops pressing on me,
my chest opens like a window,
I breathe like I’m allowed to
even if the air is dirty.

When I smoke
some judge me, call it sin,
some just light theirs too
we say no Amen,
but the vibes feels like church.

When I smoke,
I forget about heaven,
and the sins they warned me of,
but deep inside the smoke,
I still whisper to God.

When I smoke,
I don’t feel holy or unholy,
but something forgives me in the quiet,
I pray, the world slows down enough
just for me to exist.

— Fidel's poetry

08/09/2024

30/06/2024

Old Child

As I stared at the mirror today,
I saw a young old broken child,
Without a soul, without life.

A child broken by love, hate,
and some misguided wind of spirituality
Like a day sleeping fool.

I remembered the nights I forgot,
Nights of lost hope, lost truth,
Nights I lied to myself.

I ran back to those strifes,
While no one understands
I ever had a failed spirit,
It failed me more than I imagined.

I was once an adult child
One, so old enough to be young,
A child who lives while death.

Behold!
Today is too far,
As I walk on the tides of tomorrow,
And tied myself to brighter days.

I was a child that was not old
As street experiences,
Birthed a new me.

I will live in life hives,
And spread my inner soul, so wide;
To the soul who will want me,
Even without a silver spoon.

'I was/am a lost child'

Wale Fidel ©

30/06/2024

If they were no poets
Life wouldn't be life,
Only a pit for unknown pets
Running speedy backward.

If they were no poets,
No one knows, and knows not
The script of the universe
That swings our survival.

Poets are seers.

Wale Fidel ©

07/03/2024

Genre: Poetry
Title: Tale of a Mad City

C**k crows at dawn,
Under bridges, people wake alive,
Darkness dims as the day set in,
Tick-tock is the sound of its farewell.

The light visits with thoughts.
And the dark left with no words.
The day hungers for a word,
Yet, the streets ain't credible.

In mansions besides the streets,
Paupers shine even in ghettos,
Hearts freeze in anguish,
Cause even beggars are not trusted.

It's a house for the insane,
And a home for the sane,
Walls built with wickedness
And roofed with charity in essence.

Patience has no room,
Violent knuckles at each door,
Both the has' and the needy,
The street regards none.

The street is an abode,
A home roofed with bridges,
Build today, break tomorrow,
But is Lagos life?

©~Wale Fidel

30/01/2024

An oxymoron love

In this small crowd
I found you missing
Outside my inside
I'm just but fully empty

In this open secret
You come, you leave!
My life becomes pretty ugly
For without you, I'm without.

I am here, far and near
Whispering loudly
In my silent heart,
Crying joyfully for your return.

Your love is bittersweet
Making my heart deeply shallow,
You mastered my slave heart
Yet overrule me with a deafening silence

Don't tell me not to listen
When the cold warm breeze
Of your love cool my boiled heart
You are my only choice.

Your love is like an oxymoron
Making me sensible foolish,
You made my everything - nothing!
And my nothing - everything

You are not from Eve
Yet you left me with ifs;
"What if your refusals accept me?"
"What if you love me with hate?"

Remember, I am your Adam
Because I am adamant to you!

Wale Fidel, ©

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30/01/2024

Yesterday
I searched all the streets
Faraway on the Plateau of Jos
I intended to see God
Possibly in his likeness - instead,
I found my blameless brother
Without life, without a soul.

This I asked;

God,
Where were you
When the bullets on
The street of Mangu
Could not find your ass
As it did to my brother and hood
Who goes to church every day?
He prayed! He died! You cared not!

Wale Fidel, ©

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30/01/2024

Somewhere in Somewhere

There's a dwelling in the hills,
Where God did not know,
Humans don't live there,
Only people with broken souls,
Teary eyes, and ashe skin,
People who do not know their essence.

They had parties at night with bullets,
And drink from their sweat,
Their style of music is unusual
As their sound of drums
Only remind them that It's time;
Time to kill or to be killed.

Somewhere in the hills far away
Humans don't live there
Only people without homes,
Without loved ones' lives there,
They survive by being death
They live because they're killed!!

In that place,
The Devil owns a home,
He steals, Kills, and destroys.
The people could not find God
The one they worship every day
In their Mosques and Churches.

In that land,
There is no sand, only ashes
There's no soil, only graveyards,
There's no water, only blood,
There's no food, only roasted flesh,
But there's an abundance of sorrow.

Their children swim in pools of blood
And climb on the skulls of their parents
They cry, yet they die!
They're homeless and hopeless
They are left alone on this earth

In Mangu of Jos
There's a lot of tears to fill the heart,
Go there and see Lucifer in his prime
In Mangu there's free misery
If you die there, it's not you who die,
It's just a hungry war that eats you up.

Wale Fidel, ©

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Dedicated to those who lost their lives in the crisis at Mangu LGA of Plateau state, Nigeria.

12/01/2024

Theme: Love and Relationship
Title: Why I hate her.

I love her, she hates me,
I hate her, she loves me.
The reason I hate her
Because she loves me!

We are in love,
We are in tears,
We smile, we cry,
We hate, while we love!

She is my friend;
I am her enemy at night,
I am her angel
She taught me evil.

Love is a war of patience
A wall unbroken by emotions,
Love lives in the heart;
Regardless of our flaws.

I hate her because I love her
And my tears give her smiles
She is mine, I'm hers;
Regardless of our flaws.

"'No gree for anybody'"
'No fit work for love'
Love her when you hate her,
She is your rib-she deserves it!

I hate her
Because I need her!

Wale Fidel, ©

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