This poem was posted elsewhere – Facebook 10 November 2008 at 23:21 please enjoy it here too… Brown eyes, brown skin Smooth to the touch, mellow to the sight Soft voice, full sensous lips Pleasant to the ear, pleasurable to kiss Long hands, slender frame Quick to hold, frail to the touch Soft palms, loving … Continue reading Beauty
April 17, 2013 6.09 P.M If I died today You’ll only for a moment wail and say “He is gone” But, will you behind me come? * If I died and rotted away The memory of me will linger maybe just a day Then everything returns as it was Your eyes dry and the … Continue reading Death Do Us Part
April 6, 2013 3.14pm Her smile tells all she hopes for the future Her life before her full of so much joy; she nurtures The treasures she keeps happily displayed For the entire world to see, appreciate and jointly applaud. *** A happy little girl playfully arranging her wares Not minding the niggling pain in … Continue reading Treasures Lost
The events of the previous night threatened to crowd out his mind. He had to be done on the new deposition he was working on by tomorrow- a a vinculo matrimonii case he was going to be arguing before a tough magistrate judge. The case had all the potential to become really messy. But he hoped … Continue reading Brotherhood 4
Club Vegas was full. Tunde had driven straight down from the office with Chike, and even at that early hour it was already filling up. It was just a little past 10 p.m now and the place was jam-packed. It was to be expected of a new club that opened only the weekend before. Business … Continue reading Brotherhood 3
The Brotherhood sent Chike to deliver their message. Tunde scould still remember….his memory of that afternoon’s discussion causing him to smile to himself as he hit his home-bound stretch. ***** “Tunde, my friend before before,” Chike bellowed as he barged into his office that Friday afternoon. He was always doing that Tunde reflected as he … Continue reading Brotherhood 2
The morning air is fresh as usual. It is yet to get to that part of the day when it is distorted by all the pollutants you can possibly think of. Even the birds understand this and they sing gaily, if only for a few hours before other sounds wake up to drown out their … Continue reading Brotherhood 1
Do you feel my pain? Do you hear my cry? Does it make you gain Seeing me this way? * No! I do not like it When I see you cry There is nothing I can do to stop it Helpless, I also pay. * I try to be strong Hoping you will one day … Continue reading Death
I lay there in a puddle of my own blood. All around me I can hear the confusion, the stamping of feet as people ran. Some towards me, some away. Far away from the bloodshed and death. I hear the voices, but it was becoming distant. Mere whispers as I feel the numbness spread fast. … Continue reading Blood On The Streets
For the past few days I have sat in limbo Lost in space, standing akimbo My thoughts a potpourri of sour-sweet experiences Lost in the vacuous state of pregnant silences. I call, I scream, I wail But still I get no return mail. * I wait, I tarry, I loiter Even if only In hope … Continue reading In Limbo
This story tries to explore the remote causes of the Idi-Araba crisis of 2002. An attempt to fictionalize the events have been made, while presenting the likely remote causes of the bloody clashes between the ethnic and religious groups of the area during the clashes of February that year in a way that allows for … Continue reading All Over Baraquat
November 8, 2012 7.27am The voices Those that call in the night Making funny noises Those that make the dark chase away the light. The voices Those that scream what is right And others giving much more sumptuous choices. The voices That ring so loud and clear in spite Of attempts to give them precious … Continue reading Voices
August 14, 2012 7.35am There was a time… A long, almost forgotten time When we would lie in the shade beside the muddy pool Sleeping and basking in the sunset cool That was when life was fun When the day was lit by the sun When brothers didn’t march the streets in thirsty search Of … Continue reading There was a time….
This is a tribute to a story by one of the beautiful ladies gracing here. She had written this fantastic story which had ‘ gripped’ my heart in ways I couldn’t imagine. The title : I loved her…she loved another! truly captures the essence of some relationships out there. It is a sad story, but … Continue reading Love Triangle
June 26, 2012 3.17pm I have looked deep into those eyes Seen the hurt, the pain and the loss Sensed the depth of emotions hidden there Those you locked up and won’t let out for fear. Come, let us hold hands Together, form a strong band To shield ourselves from the pain and sorrow … Continue reading The Fear To Dare