when rape is visited, a girlchild comes to mind as if we exist not; remember, we also get raped. when Afghanistan assault is mentioned, the name of a Girlchild glue to their lips like they forgot those boys at battlefield made to forget their father’s name. are we not assaulted too? when Iran violence is … Continue reading For The BoyChild: Fire
We snapped memories into photobook Watching the edges of songful hedges Draw a hopeful singlet of grace of Testimonies conquered in neglected verses. We played from the check of honoured Dimples crossing routes of perfections. Here are tunes playing from the photoshop Of our hearts designing graphics cards Filled with affections &bubbles of love. Portrait … Continue reading Photo Boys
i created another Jaja yesterday! a braver Jaja unlike that timid feeble boy Chimamanda gave life in Purple hibiscus. i gave him a gun and a mightier heart. i carved a pumpkin route for him to follow i made him to have the mind of his own then, I sent him to his father just … Continue reading Plight Of the BoyChild
I don’t know why a story should start with a boy hanging himself cause he was giving freedom to see life & have a kiss with his lips! Then, the pages moved on and on until their shadows recreated another smothering duplicates of them trying to survive in this forest called life. I don’t know … Continue reading Jungle Boys
Dear boy: Do not enslave your thoughts to the ashes of Eden, Do not build your hope upon the tight pocket of mental women learning to wipe out their sweat against the wall of your voicelessness and fear. Do not ask why the gods woke from the laps of an harlot learning to be saved … Continue reading Heal the BoyChild
Often times, I watch mother write a note of elegy on her pretty lips, She paint off her sorrow with a foundation of dirge and eulogy Each morning she wakes in front of the mirror and her temple rumpled. She dusts her dimples and chin with laughter so illumious & gladden, She said that was … Continue reading Do Women Cry Too?
Tell mother and father Mountains are not like us We’ve grew knowing Makoko We’ve tasted The heat of Ajegunle And the sun at Akala skylines. We have visited Bayelsa watching Children thrown into oceans and returned back to their papa’ palms. Do they still find benefit in us? Do they still find benefit in our … Continue reading For The BoyChild: finding benefits.
For boys like me, who think quitting is a better passport to create dreams, remember Eisten. For boys like me, whose brains are fire & water, oceans are splashes of thoughts interwoven. Its unbroken. unwritten. Unsecured. Its carnal desires are sore throat hurts. List your spiritual needs before the wind pilot light & song echoes … Continue reading For The BoyChild: for boys like me
We are lost cities finding reasons to join our broken aspirations together, a lost elegies uprooting tubers of yam planted by our forebearers, dreams seeking for home and abode to abide by in the nexus of classism. We’ve missed the track created by our ancestral ancestors in the dark days. now, the light created by … Continue reading For The BoyChild: finding home
You as a competitor, you are the least people can fight against. You are beyond the thought of the world. You want to see the sun rise and hope for the coming of the rain to wash away your tears. You the bittersweet and sorrowful added together by situation. You the thinker, you the creator, … Continue reading Abstract Thought
I don’t know when these lines ran off my shouldering lips this morning… but I guessed they are spirit and being, home and forest, evil and sorrow. I don’t know that men are made of two spirits & souls & bodies until I saw a boy cast out from his clan. his body remained in … Continue reading Osu Caste
the road went blind two blind couples on each other finding out how pleasure tastes they went in & out of each other selfishly their bodies groaned their skins welcomed their craveness for more love and lust listened orgasm paid a visit and again, they went on Fingering the eyes of the day into the … Continue reading Foreplay
To keep your marriage smiling Never point your finger on the Hungry face of your husbands, Never dream like a woman in the Disney World Series of lies and paint that clothed sorrows To keep your love brimming, Never accuse your husband Of the missing meat in the pot. Husbands don’t dwell much In picking … Continue reading A Word To Wives
I am a poet describing nature none of your busines if I have mansion or live in a teary hut curse me or spit on the sand I step on, i chose the life I live now Destiny choose me for this dream Its nobody’s business what I do. I have known girls from the … Continue reading Nobody’s Business
Open the book of history chapter 19 Allow your shadow to roam on its surface, turn to verses twenty and wait. trace your finger forward, keep going; then Stop! Do you see that word corruption marked In red complexions? That was who they made us to be after the amalgamation of our thought through their … Continue reading Everybody’s Business