Oh artist, I see your unwanted pencil Busy on portraits Finished and framed. See what your lines Have made of her That was that turned necks On unwilling pivots! And some have erased, Time and again, But your pencil, O artist, Cares not for the desire of man. Please, I beg of you, Let … Continue reading Artist
Exhortation to my Spirit May 19, 2010 at 1:25am Arise, arise oh spirit of man in me Arise to my feeble flesh and blood Here I stand naked with nothing! Naked as the day I pilgrim on earth Arise in me from your hiding, spirit Arise, my spirit of man in me, arise Arise from … Continue reading Exhortations to my Spirit
Moderator: This is the transcript of a dialogue between ‘I’ and ‘Riley’. Note that it is not between “Me” and “I”, and the “I” here is not me…as in myself…and neither is it “Me” and as for Riley…wait, who is Riley? I think…Ehm! … Uhm! … in-short just read it already. NB: I also said … Continue reading Dialogue 1: DOG BIZNES
I just came out of a meeting where one of the participants was introduced as preparing to get married next month. In the words of the moderator “…next month he becomes a man…” and I began to argue with that thought line in my mind, asking myself the question “what makes you a man…? Because … Continue reading What makes you a man?
Life is a dance. Those who live it must learn the steps. But learning is a battle, taken to a whole new level when a desperate woman confronts her indifferent husband. Game, set, match. In this story, no narration is used. The entire story is told in dialogue.
I went scavenging one morning with dad and found God beneath the bow of an old broken Armistad, rusty nailed to some wooden structure, seemingly unperturbed by His diminished stature. Politely, I lied, asking if in venture of some wood I might prevail. His reply….. the clattering sound of a fallen nail …………………………………….. Ever since … Continue reading Onwu’s Dilemma
One night the extra bone found a use in the morning he ribbed her his new muse inspiring him to shooting stars but all she could aim for were glass ceilings in spite, she gave him the apple after that you are what happened Naivety was the traveller’s mistake deserts and hard roots were the … Continue reading The Outcome