Jul 232012
When you recount those words,
I startle
Words that grit my bowel
When you say no word,
I marvel
When you stride that lane
And twitch those eyes at an angle,
I giggle
‘cos I want to hear more
And get the very core
Of all you saw
In the land of the poor
Of all you heard
In the time of war
‘cos I want to hear more
Of how you hid amidst cadavers
Munching half-done cassava
To survive
© Shittu Fowora 2012
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ABOUT ME.
I was born in Lagos Island but stayed the most of my life in Kaduna. From an early age i devoured plenty of books, along the line the books shaped my thoughts then i began to write. Writing answered the questions that science and technology didn’t cater for…for me, writing is an exploration of the human mind and the wonders of the universe. To write, for me, is to attain Nirvana.Go to writefight's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
Respect!
lovely but could do with some fleshing out… just my 2 kobo
More to this than meet the eyes.
Tell, the tale especially the mode of the writer.
Respect!
Good one!
serious respect oh! you are a master of written verse…i am going to just read all your stuff and start doing copycopy oh!
Thank you to everyone who dropped a word or two. Now, you- sunshine, take two hugs. Share here or inbox me what ya think i could add to that. You know how i so much like to distill some brew from the deep of sagely reservoirs . Looking forward.