I’ve swung trees beyond leaves I’ve explored vastly the jungle’s belt I’ve shown my flexibility on closed and unclosed branches; My acrobtaics is a higher bar for a Monkey’s match I have tasted nectars , I know the flower that bore the sweetest, I have smelt array of petals- melt their colour to my touch. … Continue reading “take Me Back”
YOU TAUGHT ME… You taught me papa, that the way to heaven is paved with lack and tears, that they who wear finery, will never see the streets of gold. You taught me that blessings, come from God and I only need pray. But now I see– for still in that Bible, you see the … Continue reading You Taught Me
…While I dreamt of her， She did the same for him, Praid for her， The same she did for him. I know whom I love but not who loves me， Yet we are married. I borrowed for her， while she gave the borrowed money to him， Sat at the gate waiting for her to come … Continue reading Things We Do For Love
GO THAT I DON’T GO With an unreserved apologia, I communicate to you that; It kills me, having it being killed. ‘Opolopo’ years’ of “agony”, ‘Opolopo’ months’ of “love”, ‘Opolopo’ weeks’ of “fun”, ‘Opolopo’ days’ of “togetherness” Killing becomes mandatory. That I might not be killed, That I might not be souped, Or be defleshed. … Continue reading Go That I Don’t Go
I once had 3 brothers whom: we drag food from mama’s oily pot We Pray for a better life we brag who could first get a wife And with whom, The family’s flag stood still I once had 3 brothers whom: We laughed and joked Bath in the rain And basked on the harsh harmathan … Continue reading I Once Had Three Brothers
What if I said I love you? Would your heart skips its stepping stones and you fall into a bottomless hole? What if I told you each time, I see your buoyed up face as early as 1 a.m at morn in my lovely dreams My soul, spirit and body yearns to be always around … Continue reading What If I Said I Love You?
You who think today you hold, Tomorrow might not be for you. You who do not for today have regard, Tomorrow might not be for you. You who make others painfully cry, And on your face plastered is a smile so sly, Tomorrow might bring Karma for a stop by. You who make of people’s … Continue reading Tomorrow’s Might
THE STORY IN MY HEAD (The Man Sitting In Your Front) He’s not a human being – No, he is less of that He might’ve been the one through whose sperm I permeated into my mother’s vagina But would you believe me if I told you that he deflowered his product? And tags it a … Continue reading The Story In My Head (THE MAN SITTING IN YOUR FRONT)
Why should I hold it in? Is my heart an inn? Why should I not say when I have been hurt? Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults? Why can I not cry too? Why does my pains have to be kept … Continue reading Why Should I?
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago When life was free for every one of us, both young and old When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become … Continue reading Remember Us This Way
Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now have no time for their … Continue reading Blame It On The Money
Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I … Continue reading Sweet Architect
In his quick gait and stride, I see legs feeble and weary. In his straight back and shoulders raised, I see bent stooping waist helped by a cane. In his sexual energy and libido, I see deadly soft limpness. In her smooth pretty beautiful face, I see rough wrinkles etched deeply on her face, like … Continue reading When Old Age Beckons
(Sounds Of Silence) Would I have had it any better in life? Why would it be me? Why would he hurt me? He is my Father Why would he get closer to me? Why would he unbutton me and tell me not to shout? and why did I not? Why did I not tell Mom? … Continue reading The Story In My Head
Imagine a world for no and everyone Where we all are here to be as one and to save the world Where we have no differences at heart despite the differences at hand and our nations can all relate with one happy and unified mind Imagine a place like home that is not your … Continue reading Imagine