I do not like my Aunty Amaka very much, I never have and never will. She is fat but not my Daddy’s kind of good fat; she is the bad kind of fat that breaks things. When I was a baby she broke the red settee in the living room and complained that it was … Continue reading My Aunty Amaka
Flood Have you seen the heaven’s cry? It cries for the earth wounds A tormented howl for the lost flora Damage of years gone by to nature bloom They cut trees at morn and burn at dawn Burning fossils as incense to a deranged god Draining the bodies of water with glee Delight in … Continue reading Ode to the flood
Your voice rouses me at the crack of dawn Like a stuffed chicken crowing in the morning Persistent you douse on rooftop and lawn Drumming down unheeded the tears of mourning I turn on my side and you wait like a serene valet With excitement you gleam in chalice of silver Sipping we share our … Continue reading My morning affair
Undivided at birth by mere ethnicity Brothers of different tribes, mothers We took our first steps minutes apart Holding hands in undiluted affection Joy has many faces No two allied hearts have ever lived Family watching with mixed emotions Anxiety at future of minds so pure Heads bent sharing our deepest secret Dreams have … Continue reading Blood and water
She jerked into consciousness just like she did whenever she had a nightmare; this time she had been falling into a ditch. She sighed in relief as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand it was only ten minutes to eight. Good, she still had enough time. Music floated into her room as she noted … Continue reading Opportunity Comes Once
It’s the looks I hate The guarded stare of these women. To their half spouse they linger Like rats to day-old garbage Shrinking from my ringless finger As from a contagious disease It’s the help I hate Friends in mock gallantry They will settle her yet Settle her with less than a dream His … Continue reading I’m a Career Woman
I will love again but once Its anticipation my doom Curtain draws at last act, so must love They say love comes softly Not mine Love with reckless abandon I did No mercy as they trampled on dear heart Now nearly mended I decide I can only bear a final break A thief … Continue reading Jaded Heart
It’s hard to explain But I know when his love died His breathtaking smile Became a shadow with a haunted look A promise forgotten He said he’ll always love me My lauded humour Rewarded by the hollowness of his laughter When love dies It is hard to be in sync The same hands … Continue reading Dead Love?
I arrived home rather late this evening Only a few itinerant folks are on the streets But just one voice, one language is spoken It is the conversation of the generators Dim lights escapes from shoddy windows My accustomed eyes guide my feet in the darkness The air is still and warm, all seems … Continue reading The Conversation Of The Generators