This is a tale of ponmo. Now ajebutter babes be like “What the Procreation is ponmo?”. I’ll tell you. ponmo is that soft tender cylindrically rolled piece of meat that resembles a roll of sausage without beef. That is if you buy a perfect one (which is very unlikely in Nigeria today). Ponmo is simply … Continue reading Ponmo Parole
Yes, I said our mobile operators are magicians! We spend a lot of money on recharge vouchers. Yet, the hard earned Naira, and kobo too in this context, is not paid for service. It’s magic they give us. You may be wondering what this Ijebu born, Cotonou bred, Somolu based illiterate that I am means … Continue reading Our mobile operators are magicians!
I’m lying here and talking to myself… Lemme start this the primary school debating society way: before I proceed, let me first define the paramaters. Live, What does it mean to live? Most people are alive and don’t live, how is this? According to the Advanced English Dictionary on my Windows phone, live (verb) denotes … Continue reading Live The Moment
RETRIEVAL The Canvas #1 ⭐He picked me up today From the dingy corner I lay He took me up and dusted me Removed the stains that assaulted me ⭐And I had thought I was forgotten Cast away as something rotten Left with just a little scribbling Making no point, lacking meaning ⭐He looked at me … Continue reading The Canvas 1
Chinkungunya; Another Mosquito situation Tweets from the official account of the World Health Organization (WHO) have been flooding my Twitter timeline. A particular topic caught my interest. Tweets about a disease called ‘Chikungunya’ were difficult to ignore. Maybe it’s the name, quite funny, chikungunya , couldn’t help laughing. Sounds like something from Naruto. When I … Continue reading chikungunya
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Whoever this “enemy” is, he is surely using the most potent juju around. Choi! This is the height! I’m stuck here, singing “gobe”. Trapped in the bathroom dressed in soap lather, while my job interview has just started. I start a fervent prayer for a miracle. Our water isn’t known to behave like the … Continue reading The Rush 3
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I remain on my bed and roll from side to side, close my eyes, and shake my head left to right in a bid to fall asleep again and finish it off. For where? Sleep doesn’t show up. I give up and reach for my phone instead to wish the world a good morning … Continue reading The Rush 2
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING feeling the hypothalamus must be a bitch. Why? Why on earth would sleep be an involuntary action, and why would its control be assigned to the unscrupulous hypothalamus who was always fond of waking one up at the wrong time, sleep deprived. Well, it’s all God’s work so who born … Continue reading The rush
BROTHER MINE soul brother brother in the art the one who showed me my gift the one who taught me to use a pen You saw what i couldn’t see… You dug out what was hidden in me. Brother Mine where art thou now? i see thy muses it only gets better my muse too … Continue reading Brother Mine, For AyiStar
Looking For Caro Some mornings you wake up and you just don’t want to get out of bed. You just don’t feel like getting up, the bed is too comfy, your eyes just wouldn’t light up, your limbs wouldn’t bulge. On such mornings, you just have to get up, because there’re meals to cook, classes … Continue reading Caro
Our Guns Face The Earth A dirge for Kofi Awoonor… We return from the hunt Without antelopes hanging From our stalks With no leopard skins Flung across our chest With our guns facing the earth The sand loaded canoe Has been tipped over by the hippo How shall we tell it Someone tell it for … Continue reading Our Guns Face The Earth – A Dirge for Kofi Awoonor
DIZZY DAZZLE (written sleepily) Fiercely, ferociously, you’re pulling me Vehemently, voraciously, you’re hauling me Softly, subtly, I’m falling in Into this abyss, Losing to a kiss You say “Come to me You’ll find Home in me” Your love-drops drizzle You dazzle Me dizzy Lazily, laxily, I succumb Happily, heartily, You welcome –
They said twenty ten, But failing promises is an art of men Their megawatts of power Does not provide electricity for an hour They squander down the corridors of power While squalor rots our Ivory towers Its shameful and so sad That the roads still remain bad Our future leaders are now stowaways Dark clouds … Continue reading When Will It End?
I’m love struck Struck by your love Like the strings of the harp On which this tune is played Struck, by a thousand fists Of love venting it’s vehemence Struck, like the bow From which Cupid shot this arrow This arrow, beloved Never before have I felt so loved But this arrow beloved Has pierced … Continue reading Belov’d One
Continued from previous post… We paused what we were doing to make sure we’d heard right, discussions suspended, the hustle and bustle of getting ready for a new lecture temporarily dismissed, notes and materials debarred from completing their voyages from bags. She repeated herself “I say hope you are enjoyed your holidays”. All doubt was … Continue reading It’s a One Word 2