In that dingy dreary depth of a hole
I lay still and stiff without a soul
In my wooden ward of unbridled silence
I perceived the acrid stench of inexistence
O, those people, they locked me in a cave
What happened to my vision and all I craved
Saror, Saro, o no, sorrow We growl and groan, our grievances grow Ah, Wiwa, your liver is a river Wide enough for us not to wither The glory of Ogoni, you held Though bony but holy, you led A stain on the garment of evil A hero guiding the people’s gravel How absurd to fathom … Continue reading Saro Wiwa
I give u a knife With it, take my life Take it along with my wife Take all and end my strife Ah, death can’t be worse Than living in this curse Where our country’s purse Is the property of the political boss And we sit and watch Kneel and pray before a couch Hoping … Continue reading Take My Life
Just the two of us under the mango tree With our guards of birds that sang for free The scene was cozy with the ambient breeze While the hands explored with amorous ease Oh! What tempestuous feeling encircled us? A colossally unbridled passion beyond lust My hands roamed on her silky, milky skin And she … Continue reading Breadth Of Love
What an innocent night of perfect peace The silent rumblings of the windy breeze Kind doors stood wide open And the wooden window revealed the colourful cotton The air strolled in for careful caress Licking the sweat off pumping chests Whose owners have lost care Like the night does not scare The steps echoed like … Continue reading That Night
For ninety-five years I’ve traversed the stretches of the cosmos Roamed the fiery streets with fears Dined with paupers and condoned the pompous Looked around the dreary town with its ailing masses and virtues blazed My fragile heart ached Eyes glazed Mind dazed At what we faced I’ve watched as humans chase Wealth, power, fame … Continue reading Tears From An Old Man’s Eyes
Black, smoky wool covered the sky And darkness showered from up high Blind birds lightened the street with mild music Even the trees could not help but dance to it The street was dark and deserted at this time And a woman in black stood by watching for crime Like a shadow, she stood stern … Continue reading Officer In Charge
He sat on the stool and pondered His feet pounded while the mind wandered What was happening, he thought How could he loose the only one he loved? The object of his incessant fantasies The one that gave him uncommon ecstasies His painting of exquisitely unearthly colours His artwork that brightened his dark cosmos The … Continue reading Wrong Battle
Years ago, when I read revolutionary tales, I earnestly prayed that God should make me a revolutionary. It seemed the noblest cause that a human being could pursue. I still remember vividly the depth of elation I sunk in when I read about Mandela’s revolutionary movements against the apartheid forces in South Africa. When I … Continue reading Babangida – Man Or Devil?
This life can be filthily funnyA man grooves and feels luckyIs deluded by big moneySmokes and drinks things yuckyFills the brain with stuffs and feels woozyFeels fly, picks a skirt that’s like real rubyOblivious she’s a freaking floozieWinds up in bed, wakes up and turns moody This life can be a mighty mysteryYou swim in … Continue reading This Life
It all began in a bus Full of passengers who didn’t hesitate to curse The air was tense and void of serenity Like there was another tsunami Despite the loveless state of the atmosphere An angel beside me could still stare Curiosity won and I looked in return Oh! What an embellishment to the world … Continue reading Strange Angel
It was the most frightful night I ever had. It seemed the forces of darkness conspired to teach me the realities of metaphysics, so they placed a black blanket over the earth shutting the watchful eyes of God. As I think back, my mind is replete with images of scared demons scampering from mortal men … Continue reading That Night
It is with great sadness that I pick my pen and allow my memory relay this story of overwhelming abyss of pain. The night was of unthinkable blackness in every sense of the word and I was sound asleep without a care in the world. The time was about one ‘0’ clock. The doors were … Continue reading Panti Is Worse Than Hell!
I was a barman in one of the renowned clubs in Victoria Island. Serving drinks to men and women and smiling to please them, even when I shouldn’t, was my duty. I was a Youngman of nineteen, broad-shouldered, tall, with an afro that was always perfectly groomed. People said I looked dashing. I always tried … Continue reading I Ran For My Dear Ass!