THE W IN ‘WOMAN’ No one seems to understand me All have their opinion on what they ‘think’ is me Now you may not agree with me But this is what is really me WITCH You say I bewitch you with my beauty My charming smiles and curvy hips One look at me and your … Continue reading The ‘W’ In Woman
‘Miss, please fasten your seat belt, we will be arriving Nigeria in twenty minutes’ the stewardess said good naturedly. I smiled at her and did as she said. I leaned back in my seat and replayed for what could have been the 53rd time, the sweet family reunion awaiting me in less than an hour. … Continue reading I Carry The Bomb
I am the prodigal son Of the tamers of storm Redeemers of the docile From their conniving friends Who armed them with gin and mirrors To a friendly duel to the death While they march with guns. I am the guileless coloured Descendant of the kolanut clan I ride on the back of faded … Continue reading A Bouquet of Thorns
My lips speak earnestly to make them see. Their eyes are wide open but blanketed in mist The rape of love and trust around us- is not a fallacy Their eyes sees it clearly but they refuse to believe. Their porous brain accepts without a thought what they are told by the faceless men. Although … Continue reading Clear Mist
This is the story of the downfall of a man full of glory to succeed is his only mission to make it in life, his ultimate ambition. He never fails day and night walking always on a path that’s right towards a future- clear and bright pursuing his goal with all his might. Alas! one … Continue reading The Invincible: a Killer of Dreams.
This is dedicated to my noble chambers, Equity chambers. Conceived by law. Years after it’s brothers were born. A baby chambers was born. Equity! a bright dawn. The baby, who walked with wobbly knees. Now, stands on iron feet . Success, clenched tight in it’s youthful fist. Equity! to your elbow i say more grease. … Continue reading Equity!
Pseudo-Nobility Its no longer nobility but concieted idea of blue blood that makes them feel majestic with an air of pomposity The age of chivalry is gone in its place, growing scandals committed by their highnesses and their elitist collaborators What remains is the noble peasants who love all alike though bereft of wealth when … Continue reading Pseudo-Nobility
All the flowers have wilted and died streams are dry and cracked clouds dotted the deserted sky the sun is beaming merrily above. The dirty dogs do not bark, they pant the children have since refrained from plays mothers wear wrappers around their chests the aged sit idle on rocking raffia chairs They all occasionally … Continue reading Awaiting first the raindrop