Oh, Africa land of my ancestors I see your horn breaking in pieces what is a bull without his horns? who are these stick figures walking to their deaths? Children made ancient with hunger skins [...]
Jul 232011
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Jul 192011
(with love to NS friends who wanted a poem version of AGEGE BREAD SELLER) _______ Down crowded streets, meandering alleys and cramped, spilling sideways she is well known and beloved the heroine of palates [...]
Jul 172011
(in a lighter mood) Obama walks with a swagger because his surprise rise to power brought a lot of secret anger their racism he has ground to powder The man in China gives an [...]
Jul 132011
She tells her age, I gasp in shock I had called her ”mama” in respect alas, she is five years my junior! ”Take care daughter” she says in closing I walk my designer body away [...]
Jul 122011
There she sits, shoulders haunched her throne a heap of dusty gravel calloused hands in tattered gloves dark skin wrinkled and burnished by the sun All day she chisels away at the rock to get [...]
Jul 072011
Many years down the line I stand cheated on and neglected by the one I chose I scrub and spin culinary magics to please his palate all taken as a mighty royal due Then today [...]
Jun 142011
Rising sun, setting sun, symbols of natural birth and death so alike made beautiful by these ancient rocks in this land made for love and peace until Men, women, traders, children, babies corpers, students, others [...]
Jun 122011
She has become a very familiar sight from the comfort of my front balcony, as familiar as my next door neighbour. Over the past year, her melodious sing-song chant as she sails down our street [...]
Jun 102011
I have talked to you across bars of times so ancient whispered huskily in tones achingly immediate with pangs of pulsing RECOGNITION Howling tormented winds convulsing whirling desert sands…liquid anquish of the rainstorm and the [...]
Jun 082011
Patters of rain drops on the baked sullen earth steady rythms of warm liquid love songs the long absent lover back home to woo. The earth ever the female sulks and pretend-stubborn patters turn to [...]
Jun 072011
I hide inside this impressive uniform fortified by my guns and killer gadgets I still can hear my commander’s clipped orders hasn’t the priest said God was on my side
Jun 052011
SSSss…that stands for sweaty, sweet-tongued, stamina, and whatever other ssss you can come up with. This is just a feeble attempt at putting a stamp of description on the famous Lagos traffic traders, sorry …business [...]
Jun 042011
Child’s face half-blown away flies singing a dirge I catch a glimpse of a surviving eye an expression still, of vacant amazement