It’s not much of a spectacle from up here. My window, opened a crack from the second floor of my hostel block, creates a vent just enough to fill my nostrils with clean air, fresh and unalloyed and wash my face with the sterile hand of Dawn .I haven’t been going for my morning walks … Continue reading Maypoles On This Arid Plane
Roses and petals Do you begrudge bees humming on nectars? Or the dancing moth to the flame? E, these are habits hard to tame Today, watch as the hands of time reach forth Relieve memories from that baby’s cot Days of tweedling fingers and freckled face Latent with brimming beauty and regal grace … Continue reading Roses And Petals For E With Love
I put it to you today that some toothaches are worse than some life- threatening conditions, if we weigh them on a pain scale. This is no joke; I am very serious here. With these terminal conditions, there is a terminus, a bus stop where you get off and get welcomed by a flood of … Continue reading Twice the Toothsie : Musings of A Reprieved Man
I sat beside Baba Gambe that day as he floated on a weightless balloon of liquor – a protégé in this voyage of rhapsody. I didn’t share in his drink but my feet were light and my steps giddy. I saw pit holes where I had but strutted gallantly. My brain was soaked to excess. … Continue reading At the Mercy of the Hangman (III)
It was in this state that I came upon him this fateful morning, six bottles of Big Stout down and he was as mild as a saint, no frazzle about him. “Kpo o kpo okpo kpooo,” a racking cough assailed him. I took in the cigarette butts that were stubbed out on the ashtray … Continue reading At the Mercy of the Hangman (II)
… “Oh here we go again “, Jide said furious, horny and hopeless. “What we have is nothing if you can’t make good of it. Nothing!” she picked up a pillow from the bed and made to leave. “Baby I need you tonight” Jide said desperately. “You can have the bed to yourself. I’ll sleep … Continue reading Hell or High Water Perfect ! (II)
11:00PM 25th August 2012. Olajide’s Apartment This was just another reason why weddings would ever remain a censured fixture in Jide’s life. He swore he would never be caught dead in another wedding again. Alex had just called from Abuja where he and Susan, his new bride would be honeymooning for the next one … Continue reading Hell or High Water Perfect! (I)
The sky decked in a clear blue saffron Fair-faced; a mild offering to air-farers of all kith and kin On glitzy wings sailed this aircraft – Boeing MD83 that afternoon Who could have known that Death awaits in the wings? A pleasant Sun-day; the golden crown of the Sun adorn the tropics Exposing … Continue reading On Dana’s Wings
AT THE MERCY OF THE HANGMAN (1) I imagined he had gingerly taken his position that morning, surrounded gaily by the fluffy props of a drowning soul. By the time I came upon him, he was floating in a fog of cigarette smoke and inebriating liquor- far off the coast of redemption. There was … Continue reading At the mercy of the hangman (1)
WHAT A GIFT LIFE IS! What a gift life is Death a grievous curse From dust a humbling source To dust we return, stripped without gloss Life races to languorous peak Not the Olympus, but a daunting high And as our heartbeat races in rhythm We pray with a skipping heart, a haven to find … Continue reading What a gift life is!
CRUX OF THE CROSS Darkness ravaged the land Stealing away in cloaked garb… Spoils and coffers of wordly sins In the deadness of mortal wits… Purloined, the world is bereft of the temple’s veil and the altar’s banquet Dignity-raped, he stumbled On shackled feet he fumbled Befuddled by the bloody tears Whipped astride … Continue reading Crux Of The Cross
WHAT A GIFT LIFE IS! What a gift life is Death a grievous curse From dust a humbling source To dust we return, stripped without gloss Life races to languorous peak Not the Olympus, but a daunting high And as our heartbeat races in rhythm … Continue reading What a gift life is!
This poem was written in the festive buzz of this last Christmas . Due to some technical hassles, I couldn’t post this on NS in time to meet the season. I however hope it brings back that tinge of Christmas nostalgia and that you enjoy this for what it is. Compliment of the season! … Continue reading Terry, Time Brought Us Christmas