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
We are children of beggars we have no choice but to automatically harness our little talent or what we know it as knowing how to beg and prolly wash cars Since we’re surrounded by poverty penury, and a radical outlook of insanity We live our lives with no strings attached to it all we do … Continue reading For The Children Of Beggars
It was one of those cold nights; we were like walking blankets as we retired to the dormitory. Obviously, we longed for our various beds, to get lost in its warm embrace. Our pace depicted anxiety, but the terrific noises stopped us suddenly. It kept us away; making us linger in the cold longer than … Continue reading Our Ordeal In Sambisa Forest
TARDY DREAMS Right here in this town Lies in mounds our bright light All by blights made brown; We survive fights and shows of might by the seated tight Who give jobs that brings down All in the pretense of giving us our daily diet. Right here in this town Lies the supposed elites … Continue reading Tardy Dreams
@Omoniyi-Adeshola He never forgets His own. We forget by whom we are owned. When we mete out to Him irreverence, How then will suffering not blithe our existence? He was the willing sacrifice, such love cannot spring from a throne of ice. If we knew any better, we’d realise we are the reasons we suffer. … Continue reading Tell God We Are His Children Too! (A Response)
What’s not to love about you? The question eternally echoes in my head. But it merges with another yet intriguing one; Why am i not dead? Can you answer me, eh mister? Would you pause a moment to listen to these questions above the sound of my heart ripping? Are you interested in the pain … Continue reading What’s Not To Love?
An anointed trumpet Oil sets ablaze the hungry The fumes of harsh reality They were the disciples of a new modern era. The blend of black Amongst the cries of a million ivory haze The lonely lives of the fearless A vindictive cry of a nation of people The love for old folk story The … Continue reading The Land of the Big Waves
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?
She spurts out Flickers of dust, which Spirals downwards from cosmos gate, With an insignia of blistering beauty. Her lust for black gold Like a lion lust for a prey, Smears the desert land With constellation of red dots. She whips up mediocrity, In the name of democracy. All for the honey flowing … Continue reading bilya
Forgive me father for i have sinned Father,in deep clustered darkness conceived i my thought. With my eyes rolling like the balls of a frightened millipede In the moonless night, could i hear the rythmic sound of my blazing heart, stretching taut the walls of my neck. in that soft marsh soil and blazing … Continue reading Repentance
Fed well by the baobab
Protected by the iroko
Strengthened by the bombax
Yet incarcerated in parenthesis
has torn armpits.
a pair of dregs,
a pair of oblivion.