SATIRE 101 I am so fond of you my good man For beating your wife and sending Her home without her clothes on, Come let me give you a hug for men; For only a brave man can take that step. What’s the need of you living with a woman? Peace shall return now she … Continue reading Satire 101
Tomorrow will come to mind soon when we’ll part ways to come again. We will forget yesterday we cried rain, we will remember the meatless meal we shared behind door of ignorance. Africa have many branches to protect. My heart will cuddle your pains passionately, the stored laughter of your muse canned on the hairy … Continue reading Reflecting Voice
Come let’s dig deep into Mother’s tale. her border is the immaculate finger of the sky, Beside this seashore was her flower taken. under the rippled moon tale of the northern Sahara, they made her the dummy of silence. her mother sold her eyes to the tale bearer, papa, the village artifact of the specified … Continue reading Familiar Beat
A TALE TO TELL MY MOTHER. She is the beauty of the day Her smile opens the noon Her laughter brightens the night. She is the beauty of the day Her teeth is the stars’ perfection Her hair is the earth’s cover. When she laughs, the world cum Her face has the rainbow’ colours I … Continue reading A Tale To Tell Mother
ENITAN: A CHILD WITH HISTORY There is a full moon at your doorstep, a silver coin placed on your navel rubbing its metal which Perches on body of humans, Clouds walk on the horizon and etch new rivers on your body feeding the offspring with meaning. Summer locked between your lips, winter beneath your feet, … Continue reading Enitan: A Child With History
FORSAKEN After going through your profile and reading the history without pages, how you were giving birth to, how the white men invaded into your privacy in the nineties, I came to the conclusion that you have been braver than any other mother I have ever known in life. The mistake is not from you … Continue reading Forsaken.
Tell mother I am but a girlchild I am not yet a woman to be married. let me not write this sorrow that men would see and cry tomorrow, Let them not paint a scary picture today. Tell father l am too young for this, tell him my waistbeads snapped at the market place yesterday … Continue reading Nested Sorrow
FRAGMENT OF A BLOSSOM TEARS We have broken lips bought by our parents’ sins in the month of their dying pain. They served our tales to the Elite leaders of how imperfect we were before the dawn of mother earth’s sorrow. This is our home, this is our story, this is who we are before … Continue reading Fragment Of Blossom Tears.
FIRE OF ZANGA Flashes! Rushes! Urges! Patches of love! I don’t understand who I am! Am I your last breathing? Or the beginning and the end of your life? Am I the last of the strongest? Am I the orbiting earth? Do you understand me better than myself? Have you seen the comb of fire … Continue reading Fire Of Zanga