The dew on road Sun above A little synth The shifts we work Another letter of bill The strong aura of crisp rises The long taste for strings Plays of the people from Lazarus Hands thrown higher A fortune of coupe drives forth Tempting horns Bleating sheep Howling three words Penny-wise, a dim-wit move Wise … Continue reading Money, Kudi, Money
I had gone to hang out with a couple of friends on Saturday. The weather was unbearably hot all day and as PHCN were in their usual “form”, I decided to go out. As I left the little bar where we had hung out, I found out that the weather had simmered down somewhat. It … Continue reading Much Ado About Nothing: Why So Angry?!
I’ve been broke. Horribly broke. Terribly broke. I’ve been so broke that N100 is ‘big money’ to me. And How I hate being broke! I decided to ‘ínvest’ my money in beads and wire (yeah. I make beaded jewelry when the spirit is upon me) and I’ve been broke ever since. Do you know … Continue reading It’s Not Easy Being Me: A Broke-ass
The more options there are, the easier it is to regret anything at all that is disappointing about the option that you chose – Barry Schwartz I was going to ask what you would do with 3 wishes, but there’s always that one jerk “If I had three wishes, I’d use the last one to … Continue reading This Or That
Foolish plastic! The one that keeps my sweated gold Did make me put my trust in you. I knew not that your bloodless heart Would treat me so un-faithfully! The trust I owed my cracked wallet I did entrust to plastic you. So here I stand, seething in rage, My blazing eyes fixed on this … Continue reading Foolish Plastic!
Just digits, but they bring horror, unimaginable and this poem sprang from there… £14,000. Breathless numbers, Handicapped as they be, They bore down below, Into the deeps of my heart. £14,000. The pounding sound Leaves an itching tinge On the scarred drums Of my ears. £14,000. If I could count The waters in the tears, … Continue reading £14,000.
1. My Love I thought we were tight But now we fight And you want me out of sight That doesn’t feel right It irks me every time I think you might not be mine Life is not kind I think in my mind Our love was beautiful Now I am pitiful Like a fool … Continue reading Two new poems: ‘My Love’ and ‘Mobile Phone’
When I attempt to critically look at the state of affairs on earth, among mankind, it’s a worrisome sight I behold. The supposedly enlightened have become overtly vain. Vanity of such propensity that it has transcended the materialistic dimension, becoming a force and source for mankind such that it’s definition borders on the thresholds of … Continue reading Money, Power, Respect
Read the first part first ____ Some places just bring out the worst in you. I thought I was done with the bank the day I opened the account- he who fights and runs away… Again NYSC sent me there, don’t I just hate some errands- this time to pick my Statement of Account … Continue reading How Much? (2) – The NYSC Diaries