In the laps of delilah where pleasures abound there the pits are and there snares are found there in her flawless laps in the smoothness that there be and her warmth-yielding taps lies traps no greedy eyes can see the beckon of her eyes the fluttering of painted lids from whence calls of pleasure flies … Continue reading In The Laps of Delilah
Who ever saw us that night would have thought that we would not twitch even at the sight of the devil himself. Saturdays at FEDIBU came with so much freedom, no classes and no prep. After diner we all formed groups, some discussing, some playing and others washing. This was a very difficult day to … Continue reading Blue House Square
Do you know that Lucifer is a Lagosian? When the celestial battle was won and lost he was tossed down right in the middle of the Third Mainland Bridge. Licking his wounds from Archangel Michael’s sword he surveyed the landscape and the gullible earthlings. What beautifully evil inclinations must have made him smile? ‘I will … Continue reading Lucifer is a Lagosian
Olamide knocked on the gate. My wristwatch showed some minutes to 10pm. But in truth, the time should be past 9. I allow my watch some 15/20 minutes ahead as my way of trying to keep up to time and be early. I looked around. Beautiful neighbourhood. Silent hums of power plants and AC coarse … Continue reading True Religion
Just felt I should try my hand in poetry. This is my first, hopefully not the last.
The battle is fierce It yieldeth much tears For we wrestle not they Who fall easy when we sway. Their blows they rain down Blood bleaches our gown But they fight and prevail not For by his blood we are bought. Our loins are girded with truth, So conquer we the evil brute. Our helmet … Continue reading Whole Armour Of God
Is my greedy heart shackled and sold
To growing coins of burnished gold?
Now the sounds of crowded coins
Stirs tunes of pleasure in my loins.
Is my hope built on wealth that bides
Only like the ever changing tides?
some say their vespers
no louder than muted whispers
and some scrape the vocal cords
with scraping words
rougher than the palms
of the man who works our farms
The fool listens to the deaf,
Following he who sees not himself;