The Devil’s Dance
He smiled at me, My heart melted He moved closer, I started to shake He placed his hand over mine, I wanted to die Hard but gentle hands His gaze piercing straight through my innocence As my heart beat fast and loud Like voodoo drums Soft music playing over the old transistor radio on the … Continue reading The Devil’s Dance
Thorns
Beautiful roots,genetic ruins In thorns. Cladescense in the clear horizon Of flint paint in the petals, Rainbow in the background. I slow and steadily grow patterns In the dark. The smile of nature in the Broadness of the path of thanks. The sting that pollinates The dead. The sweet aura nature emanates. The solitude that … Continue reading Thorns
Ferris Wheel
Greatness do we desire Power do we covet Meekness we don’t admire Virtue has long been dead Rather than inspire We oppress Our souls are like the deepest of pits We’ve stuffed em with so much shit we can’t breathe The suppression of the guilt we feel Resulting from the oppression of our conscience A … Continue reading Ferris Wheel
Final Escape (4)
She looked up at the wall clock it was almost 9PM, and Christiana was not back, she had become restless, Christiana’s father was almost back what would she tell him? How will she explain to him that their daughter had gone to where he had forbidden. But that was the least of her problems; she … Continue reading Final Escape (4)
Bubbles Across the Screen
Bubbles across the screen As I lay back to watch the bubbles across the screen, I let thoughts of you drown my mind. You, like the bubbles, have floated away, Gone, for love of country, to protect. As I watch them change colours, I imagine your camouflage shield you, From the explosions from the … Continue reading Bubbles Across the Screen
Prayer for a Brother
I dreamt of him… Saw him in this team… Hard work, commitment, time…. I saw it all sublime… THEIR FOUNDER’s PARTY …. He got no notable recognition… No status, no position, …a stylish segregation And all because… THIS IS NOT HIS SCRIPT…..!!! My brother, my friend……pride of his parents… Handsome, gifted, …., industrious like no … Continue reading Prayer for a Brother
Future wifey!
…In short I really long for you. Fear gleeful gist might snap us? Please now turn it to photos snapping us. I must have you,so I need thee… If they may draw us , is a portrait of our couple artistry So wherever you are future wifey, If we are related, even if our cars … Continue reading Future wifey!
Just Like A Novel
Just like a novel A life of blight This was my plight For it was darkness we were accustomed to Mum and I And whenever I stare at the family picture and I see her smile I marveled at how well she concealed her battered eye I had always wondered If it had … Continue reading Just Like A Novel
Final Escape (3)
“I see you are smarter than other girls your age, but that has only made me want you more, you have also hurt my pride and I will make you suffer for it. It is what the lord wants and I shall fulfil his desire.” “What are you doing? Please let me go!” she cried … Continue reading Final Escape (3)
THE PROPOSAL -Her Side
*** There are three sides to every story. Her Side How far. Na wa 4 u. So u can’t show up 2 support me. It is well. I read the sms that I had just sent to the supposed love of my life and I felt disappointed with myself as reading the sms … Continue reading THE PROPOSAL -Her Side
Memoirs Of a Moron
The memoirs of a moron… A girl and a young man who was anxious to fall in love. And as such our character met his girl. The minute he set eyes on her, all he could think of was dating her. He was so much in love with the girl. He did his research. He … Continue reading Memoirs Of a Moron
Darkest War
Before I self-destruct…. I’ve been taking my time to understand My maker and my worst enemy, Satan! Or isn’t he? An old long war, that shouldn’t in any way be man’s business… FUNNY ENOUGH… WE ARE THE SUBJECT MATTER!! And that’s crazy!! I may not find the answers, even if I live many years to … Continue reading Darkest War
Tribute to the Iyas
Tribute to the Iyas Iyas, I greet you. Horrible vultures gathering in the dead of the night. One-eyed monsters who see clearer than those with two; Lovers of the dark; they have no use for the light. Iyas, I pay homage, Mothers whose silent whispers send men of courage into hiding, With boundless energy, not … Continue reading Tribute to the Iyas
ISLAMIC FICTION: Call for Submission
ISLAMIC FICTION: Call for Submission Cerath Press, an independent Islamic publishing house in Nigeria, is now accepting submissions in the genres of Islamic Fiction—novels, novellas and short story collections. Islamic Fiction refers to creative, imaginative, non-preachy fiction books written by Muslims and marketed primarily to Muslims. Islamic Fiction may be marketed to secular … Continue reading ISLAMIC FICTION: Call for Submission
Illusion
8:19 pm June 19, 1998 Ikenegbu Layout, Owerri. Kathryn walked with careful steps along the lonely dark bushy path. Her feet moved, one after the other, in swift strides; her thoughts maintained an equal pace too. Kathryn’s thoughts alternated between the possible dangers, she’d heard, that lurked in those paths; memoirs of the evening—well spent; … Continue reading Illusion