Freaky decisions made from tipsy opinions correlate with certain unstable incidences that define history. Actions conclude the intent our unsure thoughts proclaim, bad ones announce the entrance of a mistake…a miss stake, one ripple out of many glides towards a repercussion, the 2nd law of Newton if physics entices you. We step blindly into the … Continue reading Tomb Talk
everyone’s favorite discovered by Gladys Knight led the other four bled talent from every pore we all wanted a part from his hat to his fart public love begat public hate to the diamond studded glove that was his fate he moonwalked to the highest of peaks brought down and made bait by the paparazzi’s … Continue reading MICHAEL JACKSON…..my tribute.
Nigeria’s state of mind the blind leading the blind everybody’s keeping their find we’ve forgotten how to be kind selfishness, basis of our orientation illiteracy, rock of our foundation slowly dying of knowledge starvation parasitic leaders feeding on the ignorance of the people oppression testing the tolerance of the simple burden of humility weighing down … Continue reading Airegin
ENYA mourns loudly out of my Sony speakers 30mins(give or take) before midnight on the 24th of June…it has been raining all day so my brain’s flooded, lots of foul debris so it’s very crowded. Thoughts screaming to get out, opinions too pissed to stay in; guess i gotta let them…what other choice do I … Continue reading The Moral Leprechaun
mi stick mi dick in a warm anthole, it stings blissfully as she slides down the pole, mi moan…nah…mi growl, sweat glisten on her heavy breasts as they slowly bounce rhythmically, at the next bounce, mi find mi lips glued to a hard aroused nipple, them canines tenderly chew on the gum… the light in the … Continue reading Is it a routine?
…deep vacuum silence…
a tight close up of a pair of closed eyes.
Tick tick, goes the clock Cuk-a-doodle, goes the cock Fog smears the break of dawn What follows is the sound of a yawn First steps in the day, the movement of a pawn Went to the loo to make a point While I was at it, I lit a joint Sat back, waiting to be … Continue reading Orgasms And Regrets
Being forlorn is like wanking to a naked picture of strife it vividly displays the sketchy bitterness of being lost in life i feel so small trying to make sense of it all the dot makes a screeching halt before the end of e’ry explanatory sentence sadly, my world lacks the essence of a presence … Continue reading A Sad Rose
On your marks!… He looks forward at the curved, white-lined tracks as they snaked their way to wherever. Blurry…his gaze wavers to the wrong path. Winning is one thing, your route to victory is another. He concludes the process defines the passion for the intent, but the point is to never relent…abi? They say he’s … Continue reading Flowers, Tears and Dirt
The first step is the hardest as I puke Hercules into his daunting quest…sober and idle, I marvel as loud crunchy sounds devours the decorum like peppered plantain chips as I gently tread the gravel. It made me realize there is no space in the middle, silently as I drift, I still stumbled on a … Continue reading A Bit Of Both
A beautiful soul wrapped in innocence Lit up the whole place with her presence A glow at every sentence A treasure unaware of its existence Face filled with honest exuberance Ignorant of her ignorance A new born baby Steadily on her way to becoming a lady Her smile drives me crazy Drifting through a dreamy … Continue reading The Naked Nun
Curiously crawling the dark corridors of the mind, jittery with pure stark terror of what it might find…it sinks deep into the forbidden, passing the boundaries which it had been given. Each next step sure stinks of insanity, but adamantly it succumbs to its vanity. The doors of a desert swing open to the wind whistling a … Continue reading The Melody Of Decay
When i was just a skinny little lad my mother always told me there’d be moments like this. Dimple-making moments, she’d call ’em; sunlight bouncing off corneas, white with innocence and latent dreams, visually persistent diastema before the click of the shutter. A few years later i sentimentally recall them as god googling the … Continue reading The Random Eyes Of Kagho Harley Akpor
I hate weddings but there seems to be nothing as ridiculous as a middle-aged local woman in a cheap brown iro and buba rocking to ‘give it to me – da prince’…it all happened at this Muslim wedding (they can be such a drag), only God knows how I happen to be there…oh FYI, she … Continue reading The Hobo and The Dames
Just concluded two episodes of a drama series – The Forensics, so guzzling down few bottles of my favorite beer to smother the heat sifting from my smoldering mind seemed a perfect idea (not that I need any reason to drink, but this seemed justified) this calm evening, so I gladly obliged. But it aint … Continue reading Malt, Barley and Hops