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
I think of your smiles, Your lovable laughter, your funny frowns, I think of you and my heart aches. I think of moments shared, Pleasant and unpleasant. The drink and food, of music and deep conversations. I think of you and my heart aches. I know! Still your heart beats for the Judas that stabbed … Continue reading Heart Ache
When you see a poet You see life at its best He understands nature better than the first man He sees the soul of all living, and inanimate His language is love and his voice is the ink His friends are his thoughts and a pen between his fingers. When you see a poet You … Continue reading When you see a Poet
Summer Sensuality In vain or in for love We do these things for self To hold and fulfill our sweetest taste Every desire Paste here Never waiting to be eaten alive Patience lacking I guess that what’s giving in means Letting sin take control Controlled beyond senses We let in the unknown of self … Continue reading Summer Sensuality
We’re hungry But we lacking We can’t even dare ask Cos for us all, eating food is really an heinous task Their moving out in their cars While we, in here we are, hiding in our infectious scars I wanna go out of here to there But what about these ones I’ve … Continue reading Mind Of An Hungry Beggar Boy
Somewhere in Niger area… There are stories to tell; half and full, from the things we see temporarily and the things we can’t see ordinarily. Stories that make eagles sing. Dysphoria! We Plateau much. Oh! Our boys play to fight. They hate to love too. Did I tell you they hate growth? Eeew! One of … Continue reading We Plateau Much
WE WERE SILENT Silence drove us from Nile to Mississippi to clean the ugly scars at its bottom. The world wept – Our tongues tasted her tears. Our backs were burnt into the future which a little boy folded in his left palm. Strokes from the sun filled our stomachs, our perspiration sealed our throats’ … Continue reading We Were Silent
Poets are murderers Yes we are. We are teachers of the ultimate truth We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life We teach them love With sweet tongues we forge our words Making them into beautiful sounds for the ears And pleasant sight to the eyes. We feed their hearts with fantasies and pleasant … Continue reading Poets are murderers
I WON’T TELL I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Boys who drag their friable feet in betwixt weeds, honourably. Girls who lift drums of dusts playfully just to keep themselves elated. I won’t tell you how they live life in my father’s darkest land. Leaders who kept their … Continue reading I Won’t Tell
MAD VICTIM Once upon a time, a visitor at daytime came to steal a stone of lime. He was caught in the act, the stone of lime was still intact, then they all started to react. They held him tightly at his bones so he wouldn’t escape without groans. Then came sticks, bottles and stones. … Continue reading Mad Victim
MAY May the love in your heart; grow to carry your pains, take away your sorrow, and pour you happiness that will pass tomorrow. May the love in your heart; learn to draw people close to the butt of your heart and teach you to teach men how to cherish their art. May the love … Continue reading May
In trepidation You approach your future Flapping your wings Against the wind of life Like a bird with wounded wings You try to soar high above Into the atmosphere of life How can you sow without a seed? How can you drive without Petrol? How can you swim against the tide? These you must achieve … Continue reading Hopeless Hopes
I don’t know why a story should start with a boy hanging himself cause he was giving freedom to see life & have a kiss with his lips! Then, the pages moved on and on until their shadows recreated another smothering duplicates of them trying to survive in this forest called life. I don’t know … Continue reading Jungle Boys
When we legalize the illegal Applaud Poly-thief-cians and Tyrants Paint black where white existed Then, we are in a world gone mad When Churches become lairs And Pastors transform to liars All the people are in despair Then, we are in a world gone mad When Truth is rare to find And good men keep … Continue reading In A World Gone Mad
I do not want to be a bee Always busy producing honey, I do not want to be a banker Counting other people’s money I do not want to be a policeman Collecting bribes on the road Or exploiting unsuspecting drivers The Nigerian police, I detest. I do not want to be a Politician Making … Continue reading The Writer’s World