Had a bird at hand Eyes thousands in the forest That’s the way we’re Except you’re one of the few finest. Had a home so peaceful Invites angelic home breaker That’s the way we’re Except you’re one of the few finest. Living peacefully in a house roofed with law Wishes to live above it That’s … Continue reading That’s The Way We’re
We are children of beggars we have no choice but to automatically harness our little talent or what we know it as knowing how to beg and prolly wash cars Since we’re surrounded by poverty penury, and a radical outlook of insanity We live our lives with no strings attached to it all we do … Continue reading For The Children Of Beggars
Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant … Continue reading Poets are murderers
Where dreams are gold of thought Where cloud are silvers of hope Where future husband the street Where ghost don’t crack bones of human. This colour of African night depict water A formless form of laughter tickling home If this history be made of Kinta Kunte, I will lit this weekend with a strange tune … Continue reading May We Meet Again.
Remember the street is a dryeR Easing out fears into a flat pastE Memories may be seen as an imaM Entering into convenant with hastE Minding the time he coiled on kiliM Beauties of the street are folded like bulb Entertaining the earth like lonely artistE Remember the street made you a fatheR Thinking for … Continue reading Remember The Street
To love the wrong What worser fate than to love the wrong? To utter words of love and be hit with a prong A two edged stab to your heart to tear you worlds apart And cast it’s shadow on the pitiful demise of your volition Held sway at freewill by another without your permission … Continue reading To Love The Wrong
Were the sky an egg, the sun would be its yolk Were it an artwork, the painter will be God If rain was virgin silver escaping from heaven’s treasure house Men would line up in their numbers to be the first to be drenched If earth was a building of precious stones Wouldn’t you … Continue reading Know Your Place
My sister would always wait until the time lose concentration in the dead evening. She would tell mother it was time for vigil. Her racial church always has one every Friday. Mother won’t complain cos she thought her to be a good girl & we were the bad eggs. I became sick of watching her … Continue reading Those Things Girls Do behind Closed Doors.
THIS IS DEMOCRACY This is democracy, where we say we practice government of the people, government by the people and government for the people. This is democracy, where the cats, the dogs, the rats, the goats, the pigs and the antelopes were to choose a Lion as a subordinate but they ended up choosing an … Continue reading This Is Democracy
Every hand is on deck the search is on To recover all what the looters has taken from her The government of the day is fighting tooth and nail To make sure no stone is left untouched Everyone must be probe and brought to book To book to face the consequence of yester years … Continue reading DEMOCRACY DAY: “The Corruption Crusade”
IF NOT US, WHO? IF NOT YOU, WHO? In a nation filled with with miscreantsIF NOT US, WHO? In a nation filled with political miscreants and tyrants, Led by unworthy leaders, All moving towards the path of the gutter, Despite her uncommon number of talented hustlers. In a world filled with endless opportunities, Undeniable abilities, … Continue reading If Not Us, Who?
After Amadioha went into sweet nightmares, he made us to breath through the chest of the sea. from the celestial bodies of the shrine, We shone our forefather’s smile with a mirage, a little littered mirage spelling words in ellipsis. these were the rose crumbs tailored in the sand castle of our glassful laughter, we’re … Continue reading Rituals
“I had a butterfly”. I had a beautiful blue butterfly, It’ll spread it’s brightly colored wings, Spraying it’s free floral fragrance. I last waved at it’s fluttering flight. It never came back with a reply I stood by my window in trance Why is it not now here to enjoy The nature’s free flowing breeze. … Continue reading I had a butterfly.
I WON’T TELL I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Boys who drag their friable feet in betwixt weeds, honourably. Girls who lift drums of dusts playfully just to keep themselves elated. I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Leaders who kept their … Continue reading I Won’t Tell
Land of unease- Boniface Raymond Everyday on news, nothing new but blue Except the usual sorrow striking so hard Each day,dip fresh cut added to a wound Women forced to howl in widowhood; Children turned orphans in pain and shame; Poor kids bathe with their parent’s blood; Losing everything even before they had it. How … Continue reading Land of unease.