I’m the rough voiced civil servant Collecting my wages on the street The public utility Landlord Keeping the peace and collecting rent I’m the government of roughnecks Enforcing law and order underneath the grassroots I’m an eccentric citizen, so what? Make no mistake, I know my rights!
Lagos is the land of bustle
Melting-crackpot of a metropolis
Our weather, business and temper mostly is hot
And our spirit always just manages to bubble
I have friends who love me,
In this wise, I accord most of them merit.
In thick and thin, some ‘ve been there really
Yet it’s only within a human limit.
I remember that night
We took a leisurely walk around the estate,
The dim street lights and soft shadows
Crafted by effect, a flirty twilight.
I dreamt that we had church in a place so bright like it was in heaven
The large site had gay decorations and teemed with a cheery gathering
Mum led a choir dressed as white-winged angels
Which sang of a great joy born to the whole earth
The other day, you knew just what I was thinking As I mused over my visage in front of the mirror You embraced me from behind And pressed ageless kisses to my head I savored the mild sting, as stubs of your beard Pricked the back of my neck That still gave me goose pimples … Continue reading Ageless Love
A baby roams the streets
Hawking worthless wares
She’s dizzy in the heat
The sun has scorched her bare feet
You strung him up With a bad name And you’ll have him hanged. Beneath choked spurted breaths He whistles his defense But cannot clear himself As accusation squeezes tight on his throat And he’s in the throes of life and death. Is there a chance he will be heard Over the voice of the crowd … Continue reading A bad name
Beckoning, wooing; flagging her fancy
for who may fall victim; inviting
to all with promises of safety and pity.
The understanding mother
and the soothing mistress;
The way exotic fragrances pervade a rose garden’s air The way a brilliant yellow adorns the sun flower fair The way birds chirping high pitched melodies crown the break of new day and how the colors of the rainbow further brighten a sunlit sky. Is the way sweet memories pervade the sound of your name … Continue reading Fantasies of happiness
You live in a complicated world,
And unlike your feelings,
You don’t own it or control it.
Life has it’s music – a wild orchestra
With happenstance seemingly falling in and out of line;
Sometimes, it’s checkered tune is insufferable
And the passing of time may seem a miserable monotony.
[I thought perhaps the first poem is too short, and then because I’m so helplessly romantic(LOL), I thought I couldn’t leave love at ‘sour’ without a ‘new dawn’, so I decided to post two separate poems. ]
Some have said that this bitch of a life
Requires to be mercilessly raped
That there is no eating her fruit
Except taking it by force.
Well, if they are right,
Then real men must soon be extinct
And only dogs will be truly alive.
Whether it brings downpour or a brilliant shine
Some days may be murky, others will be fine
But whether we are thankful or sad
Is left for our imagination to decide;
Events never tell a single story,
And everyday is many-sided poetry.
Some have said that there is no God
That the whole world
Is an evolution of accidental science
Yet no inventions of our intense learning
Answers to the harrowing bottomless-ness
Of the human soul.