Dear Nigerians, In this season of lettered thoughts, let us draw inspiration from the men of letters. Could it be, they forewarn of days such as these? We started on this ‘Long Walk To Freedom’ as a nation, until we find ourselves on ‘The Famished Road’. From that point, we have been ‘No Longer At … Continue reading Season of Letters: What the books say about Nigeria
On this wall, this lonely part of the wall Hung framed memories of us. Memories that made us laugh – made us cry. In the comfort of this wall, we stayed warm. Until… …cruel winds tugged at the frame. Rocking us to soothing rest And when dawn finally appeared, We realized you had … Continue reading Pieces of us
Moments sha’red, through lettered thoughts Once voiced in ‘mobile’ tunes Climaxing in a knotting of hearts And consumated ‘unfaced’ on wall-less book Are yesterday’s pains but today’s gains. For our ever present ‘tweets’ Walled on hearts so sweet However fleeting, are the seeded remains Of what was, what is and what will be. LIGHT OUT … Continue reading Sha’red Moments/ Light Out
Dawn like a faulty clock stuck to dusk
As darkness awoke slumber –
Pillowed by nightmarish mares.
Here, I wait, holding back my hands from touching Kourtney because she would not be touched. I’d touched her yesterday like never before, fingering her every parts, thumbing away on her board till my fingers went numb. Today, she sits in a corner on my bed, and would not be touched. I wouldn’t hurt her … Continue reading Used.
We saw the signs
You painted the sky dark
and made the heavens shed its stars
You set the wind in motion
and it ferried our hopes on its wings
As the heavens rumbled your coming
we filed our vessels in practiced anticipation
He felt warm.
His virgin mind plunged into sexual ecstasy, awakening the hardened phallus from its twenty-one year slumber. It roared and stretched its rusty muscles like a wrestler threatening an opponent, wishing to plunge just once into the deep waters of ‘Vaginia’ but … he was enroute Detroit.
Now, put that dusty brain to its primary use and let me teach you some vagina truth! If I could take your pseudo rifle in one swallow and dispossess it of its watery bullets, what makes you think I can’t swallow you up in a gulp?
If only the moon, the day to rule
And the sun rules the night
Then mortals can labour at moonlight dawn
And recline when the sun burns
If only the masses could rule
And not One ruling Many
For what reason lies in such reality
That One should control the majority?
A greedy blood-drunk Anopheles whose tiny legs could no longer sustain the bulging thirty-three litres blood tank meant for an abdomen was squashed to death as Edafe wrapped her frail arms around her trembling brother, reminding him that it was only a nightmare