Now I can go to jail Have for myself, a bad name If I take the wrong steps And follow evil men One that I would carry with me for the rest of life, in shame One that would follow me till I join my brothers in Hades I fear for I will soon be … Continue reading Becoming Eighteen
For Sir Wole Soyinka on his birthday: I.) Tell us who he is not For who he is- we already know: Of plays and letters The poet, the laureate; Chief Baroka, the cunning old Lion Ake and the Black Orpheus. II.) Tell not of confinements nor trials Of brother Jero: Lagos ’67 or Kaduna ’79 … Continue reading 13 VERSES OF JULY (a Poetic Memior for Wole Soyinka)
Like perfume engulfing its host And colours of flowers scattered and splashed in beautiful patterns we behold Like the sounds of birds, insects filling fields Like valleys full with the overflowing rivers She fills, engulfs, overwhelms, saturates and invigorates me Her voice sends shrills of cold down my spine Her touch sends me to … Continue reading My Enenonya
Welcome to my birthday party Try to mingle with my friends Sorry, they are but owls and wolves And beasts of my sentimental forest Frightening as they are, they are still the closest Even more real than the realest Please have a slice of My cake baked in despair in the conclave of my mind … Continue reading My Birthday Party
As the clock strikes twelve, Yet another completed book is added to life’s shelf. First will come the greetings and well-wishes, And then will come thoughts of happy times and painful memories; The thought of what should be that is not, The memories of carefully-crafted plans that have all been lost. As the clock … Continue reading As The Clock Strikes Twelve
Twas on this date I came forth Patiently in mum’s womb I laid Am so sure I didn’t kick her much She could plainly testify to such With much prowess I grew up with wisdom Tried my best to abide by the tenets of Christendom Grew up calmly in a large hood But that did … Continue reading HBD to me
Roses and petals Do you begrudge bees humming on nectars? Or the dancing moth to the flame? E, these are habits hard to tame Today, watch as the hands of time reach forth Relieve memories from that baby’s cot Days of tweedling fingers and freckled face Latent with brimming beauty and regal grace … Continue reading Roses And Petals For E With Love
You are the slender sugarcane
Swaying with grace
In the threads of the evening rain.
Dear Family and Friends, I am pretty sure you are all having a difficult time deciding what to get for me for my birthday. Due to my importance to you all, I know the coming ten days or so will be most difficult for you as you decide what is most appropriate for me. I’m … Continue reading Birthday Present: A Guide For My Family And Friends
Instead of counting candles or tallying years Contemplate my blessings as my birthday is here Consider special people who love me take care of me be there for me at every milestones without weary They love me, care for me, and enriched my life just by being there The memories of previous decades of my … Continue reading Me, myself, and I.
My BiRtHdAy WiSh. By Clemency; the masterpiece On our special day we all have something to say. Something to wish for Something we never had before. A younger me would have wanted a toy. But the older me gladly wishes you joy. ‘Cos you make life worth living, with the love and care you have … Continue reading A Birthday Wish
As is common with the tail end of movies, THE FINALE has a sprinkling of acknowledgements here and there. In it, you’ll find names of people I felt deserved to be recognised (either for good or otherwise). You may choose to imagine them scrolling from the bottom of your screen to the top. Yeah! Just like … Continue reading My Random Story III (The Finale)
A DEDICATION TO MY WIFE To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wakingtime And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime, the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech, And babble the same speech … Continue reading To My Wife At 69
I started school for the wrong reason. I wasn’t old enough to understand anything that was taught in the classroom. A neighbour’s older son was responsible for my premature enrolment. He would get dressed every morning and immediately storm our flat. His mission? He wanted to take baby to school. He made this an everyday … Continue reading Telling my story in 24 random bits (2)