Oh, Africa land of my ancestors

I see your horn breaking in pieces

what is a bull without his horns?

who are these stick figures walking to their deaths?

Children made ancient with hunger

skins […]

There she sits, shoulders haunched

her throne a heap of dusty gravel

calloused hands in tattered gloves

dark skin wrinkled and burnished by the sun

All day she chisels away at the rock

to get a […]

SSSss…that stands for sweaty, sweet-tongued, stamina, and whatever other ssss you can come up with. This is just a feeble attempt at putting a stamp of description on the famous Lagos traffic traders, sorry […]

Child’s face half-blown away

flies singing a dirge

I catch a glimpse of a surviving eye

an expression still,

of vacant amazement!–more–

oh child, child…

mama, where are you?

Not far […]

Patters of rain drops on
the baked sullen earth
steady rythms of warm
liquid love songs
the long absent lover
back home to woo.

The earth ever the female
sulks and pretend-stubborn
patters turn to […]

Many years down the line

I stand

cheated on and neglected by

the one I chose

I scrub and spin culinary magics

to please his palate

all taken as a mighty royal due

Then today I chance on […]

She has become a very familiar sight from the comfort of my front balcony, as familiar as my next door neighbour. Over the past year, her melodious sing-song chant as she sails down our street has become a family […]

Rising sun, setting sun, symbols of
natural birth and death so alike
made beautiful by these ancient rocks
in this land made for love and peace
until

Men, women, traders, children, babies
corpers, […]