in this airport, pot bellies rule, and lead the dance of boxed machines. the boxes watch and join the carnival of lopsided fun. on and on, they dance
I will sing today
The songs of tomorrow
Clad in nude notes
Claps of thunder and earthly tugs
Render beats and rhythm
ted, my teddy talks.
when he does, words
of comfort flow forth,
to sooth my aching heart.
(towards a simple mind)
Spherical box of round lines,
Eclectic content of psychological mix.
Hearts of infrequent frequency,
And acts of unintentional intents.
(for childhood and innocence)
Monday at Happydale Crèche:
tender feet shuffle, chuckles abound.
more tears from Mama’s wave.
and, oh Papa’s cologne I’ll miss.
(Year 2040) Aging is like taking a cool evening walk through a garden, with sweet scents caressing your olfactory senses and not being able to pluck any of the beautiful flowers. I am a happy man still.And having my beautiful wife Oluwatosin; the mother of my lovely children at this evening phase of life makes … Continue reading When The Green Storm Calms
(one of my published articles on NEXT) Kids are, for the most part, wannabes. While growing up, I observed older people around me with zeal, wondering when I would be ripe enough to play a role in the seemingly interesting later scenes of the drama called life. My Dad was (and is still) my hero. … Continue reading Beard Burdens
Silent stick of flamed crown
With cerebral thread of torture
Your bright crown cuts your life
With unseen blazing blade
A Tower of Ivory to the ants
But, they dare not climb
For your crown is fierce.
Its fury knows no mercy.
Mama lights your crown each night
One, two or three; the more the
Merrier. As you illuminate our
Cocoon, corners and crevice
I’m a man.
A young man with daring desires,
And burning blood in my virile veins.
My stream of emotions overflows with thoughts
Of your dark hair, velvet skin and piercing eyes.
Oh, those vibrating ivory beads around your hips;
Those hips, crafted by Ancestral Art Deities,
Gyrating under the “Anioma” cloth
That hugs firmly with zest and zeal.
The beach basked in awe,
The sun smiled to all.
We’ll soon walk the shore
Hands clasped for sure
One last horse ride,
To calm the tension within.
The two of us
Stroking Amanda’s mane.
Ware vendors parade,
Calling at us to spend.
Azaria, fair lady of glistering gleam, charm and charisma Dragging eyeballs with your Victorian gait and smile de vista Top notch cadre call you their own Technically you’re fashionably blown Azaria’s the Fourth Estate’s plight and delight Though none knows if her heart is right and contrite Those features are as true as rain, ‘cos … Continue reading Before We Walk Down The Aisle
We loved the Lagos bustle And fought hard to be part of the hustle Our muscles tore from constant flex Making us strangers to the least rest Stuck in “horror faced” traffic for hours un-end Inhaling auto fumes we thought will never end So, one morning, we planned to elope And thought we should inform … Continue reading Runaway Couple
(Written in the wake of the Haiti Earthquake) Whimpering from dark and doomed underneath Amidst callously cut debris and human remains we wait After we wailed and lost our voice timbre Nature frowned at us With deep wrinkles on her forehead Wrinkles so deep and heartless Burying a million’s quarter What a multitude to waste … Continue reading Hiatus in Haiti