Again, on a sun scourged noon In Ajegunle when the street is ripe With crowd, a woman seizes her man By his shirt, yells atop her voice: Call on foes! Read More
Sep 012012
Uche
Jul 012012
The silhouettes Of pure Tiffany lamp Pours from her innocent Crystal eye balls Within the weak shutters Of collapsed windows Pitching my ears high With sad memories tumbling Crescent blue waves Into symphonies of Read More
Jun 142011
Oh earth, What spittle Do you spat back to man? Visiting your worst quakes On the poorest west
May 232011
Behind that gold crested chamber Rest your serene unleavened divinity A risen old creed of your last feast -living word that breeds men I asked… Could there be a faith More gray, genetic and alive Read More
Nov 242010
I have seen
The four walls
Coated with gory hand-prints
Of criminals and suspects
In-scripting awkwardness
Pleading for a public presentation
I stared at slogans
Screaming….
“we die…innocent”