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Dance

Dance

He danced as the crowd cheered him on. He danced the way he’d danced himself into the heart of this fair maiden whom he’d slept with, whom he’d got pregnant, whom he was dancing to marry, for whom he danced in shame, their secret acts laid bare as the village elders took the bride prize … Continue reading Dance

Lydia

Lydia

There she floats, brooding upon the surface of the airwaves, deep, a convincing conveyor of the spirits of the letters of the writs. And… there she gloats, aglow with the pride of a prince’s bride; dark of hide, yet ablush. Aflush with innocence, but… there she bloats at the mid-sec, full of seed and taut … Continue reading Lydia

Cold Haven

Cold Haven

The bridge was quiet, a haven of solitude; flowers – white, red, yellow and purple – clung unto tendrils that hung down from the stone arches which curved over the length of the bridge, arches that had been overgrown with crawling leaves; each leaf swayed in the gentle, yet biting rush of cold wind. He … Continue reading Cold Haven

Copying a Great Writer

I was watching a movie (Midnight in Paris) yesterday when I heard some of the lines below; any aspiring writer should heed them (that’s my opinion, anyway). There was an Ernest Hemingway character in the movie, and all the lines you’ll read – except the last – are his: “It was a good book because … Continue reading Copying a Great Writer

One Nigeria

Tribulation spread the Church. The Holocaust, Israel reborn. The Nigerian blockade pushed the ogbunigwe into my mind – and what fear it struck! I sense your fear of me; you’re Egypt, I am the sons of Jacob; lay more stripes, and, like leavened dough, let our numbers rise; curse us with draught, that rocks may … Continue reading One Nigeria

Bigger Thief Than I

Bigger Thief Than I

‘Beauty provokes thieves sooner than gold.’ So let it be famed – wherever I’m named; I’m unashamed – that love provoked a man to steal. When darkness falls and winds blow ill, I’ll steal the chill from your lungs, and clear the wheezing from your breathing, and eat the goose – bumps off your skin, … Continue reading Bigger Thief Than I

My Tales

My Tales

(Sent to Fisayo Olanrewaju of Smooth FM, Lagos, for the “Smooth Sessions’s ‘Tales At Night-time’”) I sent them At your bidding – In your bidding Lies a promise, Unspoken, yet made – And you are made Honour-bound To read them And to read them On air When velvet is the sky And crickets call. ‘Zero.One.Double … Continue reading My Tales

A Call to Bankruptcy

A Call to Bankruptcy

Poor The purse That bursts with weight, That tinkles with coins, That buys lands and builds, Whose children yet starve And lay unclad In ill weather, Whose currency flows In stagnant currents To none but his mouth alone. Vain The mind That exalts the self Worthier of honour Above the rest Of one’s kind, What … Continue reading A Call to Bankruptcy

If Ever You’ll Sing To Me Again

If Ever You’ll Sing To Me Again

(A tribute to Whitney Houston and to the God who made her.) My heart hastens as I listen to hear when you’ll sing. When you sing, my ears awake; the angels fret – their jobs at stake – when you sing. When you sing, words blaze; I try to speak, they burn my voice, “My … Continue reading If Ever You’ll Sing To Me Again

The Waits of the World

The Waits of the World

Daybreak waits in darkness. In a buried seed, a forest waits underground, like melodies wait in a guitar’s strings, and love letters wait in a pen, and meanings – hidden in riddles – wait in words strangely spoken; nations wait in my loins, and my daughter’s teeth wait in her gums, as the tears in … Continue reading The Waits of the World

And Black Be Soot

If I tried you With fiery Bullets of inquiry, Would you be Bleeding truth? Perhaps Reeling proof Like endless tapes Winding from floor To ceiling, Roof, Tree top, Sky, Behind clouds, Shining bright, Making the moon Shy; Keeping night at bay; A blinding light Binding lies And falsehoods, And casting wrong reasons In prisons of … Continue reading And Black Be Soot