A romance with poverty is an intriguing and debilitating experience. It’s a romance that could either generate the humorous or bring one to a vegetative state. I’m talking about material poverty, inability to survive on your own without dependence on kinship or the state. In such a state, your ability for independent choices is dependent … Continue reading Husbands Wanted: Apply In Person
In my country blessings abound like a flowing stream With crude oil and gold, granite and coal, our soil is teem Running through all roots to fulfil the African dream Luminescent gifts that would have made poverty a pipedream But no! Oil sheds blood and gold rots in my nation’s panegyric vault The masses … Continue reading Cry my Beloved Country
— August 2012 — In the street There is no pause To the questing souls Rainbow chasing riots Must locate The pots of gold Must find, must find The great golden hammer A man in white said Possess the spirit Speak the word Must find, must find Must find, must find … Continue reading Street Things.
In this city, Where bricks and glass Poke their fingers Into the eyes of the sun, One roams- Dog with no kennel. In this city, Where bins beg, Seeking to be emptied Of fleshy bones, scorned, A stomach groans- Embracing naked ribs. In this city, Where men chew His name Like tough cud And whisper … Continue reading In This City
Friend, have you heard Of that city of sheep, Whose bloated shepherds Walk not on two legs? Listen, friend, listen. I’ll tell you of abominations That these eyes of mine Did there behold. There, are the sheep shorn, In the season of snow, To weave woolen garbs For the cloaked shepherd! Their teats are … Continue reading The Sheep City
Nigeria is a land of hypocrisy. The tragedy does not end there. Her people are so used to hypocrisy that they cannot face truth, so they remain un-free. There is hypocrisy in the home, church, mosque and in government offices. We – or rather or leaders – celebrate everything from the first 100 days in … Continue reading What Manner of Democracy “Dividends”?
“Mfon, get up! The pastor would soon be here.” My mother gently shook me awake. I dreaded the visit of the pastor for whatever reason and could never be enthusiastic even for my mother’s sake. Standing up grudgingly, I stretched and yawned as my mother bustled around our small room. For reasons I cannot readily … Continue reading The travails of Mfon
I arrived home rather late this evening Only a few itinerant folks are on the streets But just one voice, one language is spoken It is the conversation of the generators Dim lights escapes from shoddy windows My accustomed eyes guide my feet in the darkness The air is still and warm, all seems … Continue reading The Conversation Of The Generators
Tenants fight daily in face me I face you, morning bathes children naked in front of the house with cold water the wriggling child knows no complains forever he lived in poverty, he stares at the big house down the road that is heaven. ________________ RIVER TIME River of life she bridges … Continue reading Heaven and River Time
Pain Oh the pain…. Have you felt pain? The horrible, terrible kind that drives mad your psyche swerving it to the lane of death infusing it with the sombre belief that suicide will be the best relief; the relief to catalyze the race to the end the race to replace the lost visions of … Continue reading You think you Know Pain?
Outstretched Stunted These hands Beg for mercy. Sympathy Liberty The parched cries Of a suffering mouth. Struggling with hunger His belly tears asunder Little wars in different sections Pinching, biting, making pain. His vision loses brightness Not via a coming blindness But by a towering figure which Has kept the sun’s heat … Continue reading Beggar
I saw a man who Sits close to that conflagration of death, Where the nerve cells at the epicenter of his naval cavity have been incapacitated. His moist nose unaware of the dump land, A paradigm for mans waste in a land flowing with gold I saw a man, who scratches his beard, With … Continue reading By The Road Side
I had managed to get myself back to my hostel room. My mind still in division, I was puzzled or should I say that the whole thing got me so weakened? I dropped myself like a log of wood on the mattress. Then, my mind stood to recollect past events. My name is John. A … Continue reading Between the devil… 2
Its assembly time again and my heart is filled with trepidation my heart thumps against my chest my palms are sweaty so I wipe them across my torn vest. Tears wet my eyes as the national anthem begins