The street taught me to be happy during good and bad times To share my pain with friends during the day and night times. The streets also taught me that easy money is good money My friends, with latest designers and hottest girls in the hood I’m a laughing stock because I rely on my … Continue reading The Yahoo Tale
Unbidden tears rolled down my cheeks. It was happening, what I’d feared the most. She was leaving despite all my efforts to stop her. I would be worthless without you. I won’t be able to wake in the morning, for my morning would be night without you. It was happening, what I’d dreaded the most. … Continue reading She Would be Here
SYNW to immortalize Gimba, Iyayi, Achebe, Nwapa and 16 other writers with digital archives The Society of Young Nigerian Writers (SYNW) has concluded plans to launch its latest literary project tagged “Literary Digital Archive Project (LIDAP) aim at immortalizing twenty renowned and famous Nigerian writers. Mr. Wole Adedoyin, President of SYNW made this known during … Continue reading SYNW to Immortalize Gimba, Iyayi, Achebe, Nwapa and 16 other Writers
ANA MOURNS THE PASSING OF JUSTICE MUSTAPHA AKANBI( RTD) The Association of Nigerian Authors (ANA) on Saturday joined other Nigerians to mourn the death of the pioneer Chairman of the Independent Corrupt Practices Commission (ICPC) and a former President of the Nigerian Court of Appeal, Justice Muhammad Mustapha Adebayo Akanbi. This was contained in a … Continue reading ANA Mourns The Passing Of Justice Mustapha Akanbi ( Rtd)
WE WERE SILENT Silence drove us from Nile to Mississippi to clean the ugly scars at its bottom. The world wept – Our tongues tasted her tears. Our backs were burnt into the future which a little boy folded in his left palm. Strokes from the sun filled our stomachs, our perspiration sealed our throats’ … Continue reading We Were Silent
Had a bird at hand Eyes thousands in the forest That’s the way we’re Except you’re one of the few finest. Had a home so peaceful Invites angelic home breaker That’s the way we’re Except you’re one of the few finest. Living peacefully in a house roofed with law Wishes to live above it That’s … Continue reading That’s The Way We’re
We are children of beggars we have no choice but to automatically harness our little talent or what we know it as knowing how to beg and prolly wash cars Since we’re surrounded by poverty penury, and a radical outlook of insanity We live our lives with no strings attached to it all we do … Continue reading For The Children Of Beggars
Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant … Continue reading Poets are murderers
Where dreams are gold of thought Where cloud are silvers of hope Where future husband the street Where ghost don’t crack bones of human. This colour of African night depict water A formless form of laughter tickling home If this history be made of Kinta Kunte, I will lit this weekend with a strange tune … Continue reading May We Meet Again.
Remember the street is a dryeR Easing out fears into a flat pastE Memories may be seen as an imaM Entering into convenant with hastE Minding the time he coiled on kiliM Beauties of the street are folded like bulb Entertaining the earth like lonely artistE Remember the street made you a fatheR Thinking for … Continue reading Remember The Street
“Do you remember the story of the Antelope Woman?” “It is story time?” I screamed with childish delight. We had both been staring at the seamless beauty of the constellation of stars the whole time. Papa and I were lying on the mat outside our home enjoying the caress of the cool evening breeze. “Have … Continue reading A Night of Dreadful Wonder
My eyes pierced into her thigh Into the upper room of a hole Connecting hell and heaven I was introduced to infatuations Hanging my thoughts and prayers Through the imagination of her pride I saw her nakedness through her look Love spoke but lust became louder I erected my body like a ghost tree against … Continue reading Infatuations
A place? An ideal? A struggle? A people? A hope? A war? Yes, but it’s bigger. My father said it took him years to stop ducking when he heard the sound of airplanes. As a child whenever a plane flew past, it was almost certain it was a bomber and everyone would scream “duck for … Continue reading What is Biafra?
create a golden route for a poet like me, let the embodiment of song carved itself in the palms of the world beyond till lyrics of faith light to ease the thought of my mind. If you die before me, tell papa not to cry. the shrine he left in my hand is still well … Continue reading If you die before me
To love the wrong What worser fate than to love the wrong? To utter words of love and be hit with a prong A two edged stab to your heart to tear you worlds apart And cast it’s shadow on the pitiful demise of your volition Held sway at freewill by another without your permission … Continue reading To Love The Wrong