This is an old poem. Inspired by the Jos Crises which i hope are over now. Also inspired by one of Chimamanda’s books. Not sure which but i think it was ‘Half of a yellow sun’…or so. Anyway, enjoy. The world kept quiet while we died, While our children grew potbellies, Full of air … Continue reading For the Love of Jos.
Once upon a time, a very long time, There was a handsome young man, seeking a woman to wife. One day, this young man met a very beautiful young woman, and he fell in love with her. He asked her to marry him, and she said yes, and made him the happiest man alive. The … Continue reading A Testimony
He smiled at me, I smiled back. The beginning of a romance Tinged with doom I dined with the devil And my soul got stained I tried to wash off the stain But it only spread to my spirit I tried to bleach it… Chlorine changed my body color He smiled at me… I should … Continue reading Stained.
With sweat slicked brows and elbows weeping from scratches, Lekan struggled to hold on to the holes in the wall to keep his balance as he continued his climb. He grunted and panted, his wet legs slipping, his wet hands gripping. Only one thought kept him going. Food. His stomach had not stopped growling for … Continue reading For Food
He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He hits me. An apology. Roses. A split lip. Bleeding forehead. More wilting roses. A candle-lit dinner. A back-hand slap. A soft kiss. He loves me. Not.
So much sorrow… Too much of it, So much sadness, Unstoppable tears, Motherless children, Fatherless ones, Widows, widowers, Child-less folks, Everyone is hurt. But today, In the midst of it all, We smile through our tears, We sing through our sorrow, We laugh through the despair Gripping at our hearts, There’s a ray of hope, … Continue reading Biafra…
It was at midnight when the contractions began. At first they were mild, and 30 minutes apart…I would just wake up to some twinges in my belly…at first I thought Sondra(my unborn child) was just acting up again since I had had two false ‘labours’ already…so I paid no attention to her. At four a.m … Continue reading Story Of My Life