Looking At Me

Looking At Me

When someone looks at you, what do you normally think? I don’t really blame the eyes because, beholding is a free gift of nature, and they will keep beholding the enthusiastic nature of worldly attractions. For sure, not everything is appreciable towards sight; yet the beholder keeps beholding. PROFESSOR BUSH IS A BEHOLDER Professor Bush, … Continue reading Looking At Me

I Thought I Could Make Her My Girlfriend

Saturday night was pretty ugly for me. It was exactly 2:00 am when she rang my phone. Then it was as though the ringtone of my phone was heard from the dream world, as I couldn’t clearly picture in my dream whether or not it was my own phone that was ringing. After a couple … Continue reading I Thought I Could Make Her My Girlfriend

Zoned

“Trix, wetin do your eyes?” “Na pepper oh. I bin take pepper hand rub my eyes by mistake.” “Every day pepper pepper. And you no be Yoruba.” I smiled and pulled out a chair. I looked at my cheap wristwatch. I was twenty-two minutes early to the afternoon lecture. I whispered a short prayer and … Continue reading Zoned

I Eat And Write At The Same Time. Sue Me ( Eye Roll)

I Eat And Write At The Same Time. Sue Me ( Eye Roll)

I EAT AND WRITE AT THE SAME TIME. SUE ME ( EYE ROLL) So yesterday was an amazing day for me. I slept, ate, slept and ate again (lol). You’re probably wondering why I have so much free time in my hand to eat and to sleep. Well, Let me tell you why. (clears throat) … Continue reading I Eat And Write At The Same Time. Sue Me ( Eye Roll)

A Trip to Ondo

A Trip to Ondo

Long and elaborate
journey it was
in longing to reach the destination, Ondo
my eyes longed for a rest
my legs longed for a stretch
the heat in my ass
could boil a tank—full of water

I poked from rear to rear
wanting to see the front
wanting to see the running of the car
the back seat upon which I seated
blocked my view

The eyes of passengers
like my self, had shut
and their heads curled in their arms
I broached to my mind
my displeasure against—
against my legs— my hands— my eyes
for not content – for not meek
but they wouldn’t comply

I was giving to their demand
when proclaimed someone
‘we are in Ondo’

I could not measure the glee
that marathon within me
for I prevail upon my
intemperate—self