Into these eyes Many have fallen Whenever the face rises Like the sun in the morning Never to play, no, never to slay But to accentuate what the lips say. On these lips Many stares have lingered Many have stolen more than a glimpse At it their hooded eyes stared Never to drop, no, never … Continue reading Into These Eyes
I. Today, like other days When I get a tad older I feel really sober Doused in thoughts Of how guilty I am Of how I lost my innocence The tiny little bundle That slid into the room That odd day in September Amid pregnant expectations— Expectations I dashed With my stoic Unfeeling Stone-faced Emotionless … Continue reading The longing in my loins
Your milk has gone watery! Abidemi’s voice rose high as she argued with Oladele, her husband outside the house. Her voice was a sharp knife that cut through the serenity of dawn. She clung to her husband’s shirt like a bloodthirsty leech would to flesh. “Piles have finished your life, and you cannot make your … Continue reading The Watery Milk
I wake up
And greedily inhale lungfuls
Of the crisp clear air
That prepares me
For everyday’s vicissitudes.