POETRY Poetry is that one spirit telling a madman to cross a busy road with his eyes closed. Poetry is that one thread hiding below the root of the big Iroko tree refusing it to retire. Poetry is that one button pinned to the center of this big universe that builds phlegm on my lips. … Continue reading Poetry (what Poetry Is All About)
NIGERIA IS 57. IT WILL BE BAD OF US TO NEGLECT THE FACT THAT WE ARE STILL ON THE ROAD. THAT’S WHY I’VE DECIDED TO POUR OUT MY MIND THROUGH THIS POEM MY SONGLESS SONG Conjoined. Cultivated. Fertilized. Fruitless. The soil in my womb, Have refused to grow lilies. Listen to my songless song. Fertility … Continue reading My Songless Song
WE’LL NOT CRY We’ll not cry if you fart. The smell can’t kill us. It can’t even damage our noses. We’ll still have the smell Of our mother’s soup Running in and out of our holes. We’ll not cry when we hunger. Stomach cries can’t harm us. It can’t even cry us. We’ll still have … Continue reading We’ll Not Cry
What is money without peace? Yes! We want to be wealthy. Now we are endlessly wealthy. But we are scared of nothing. We are scared of the thieves at night, And of the pointed fingers at daylight. What is money without happiness? Yes! We want good wealth. But there is no good health. Where are … Continue reading What Is Money?