I am really hungry. I dial my friend’s number and tells him of my plight. He arrives soon and we hit the road. ”Where are we going?”, I ask. ”To find food”, he answers stopping the words in my mouth. I could see no smile on his face. I wonder what could be hidden beneath … Continue reading His Tasty Eyes
Your mother rings your mobile phone asking to see you as soon as possible. She is bedridden and not able to walk around and fears her end is near. She has also put calls across to your siblings as she made you understand. You are torn between the love and devotion to your wife who … Continue reading Bitter Taste Of Heaven
Is it the warmth of his hands, or the tender step he takes? Is it the way he says my name, or the certain way he holds my hand? Is it the loving way he stares into my dreamy eyes, or the uniqueness of his words. Is it the difference in his physique, or his … Continue reading The Village Boy I love
1. I remember when we first locked legs; it was bliss. That day we sang loudest drowning the envious cries of get a room, that day I saw heaven in your eyes and resolved never to quit staring. 2. I remember that day you said you’d love to be my crown even for a night … Continue reading One Night Crown
Mrs. Amachree jumps out of bed sweating profusely. It must have been a nightmare. They have become frequent lately and she is scared to death. Her husband is away on a business trip and will not be back till the next week. Picking up her phone she dials his number but a lady disrupts her … Continue reading When the past comes calling
she walks with hazy steps just to confuse all that walk her street with puffed dreams her low neck tops; low enough baring falling apples as fallen hopes on unclad chests her skimpy skirts revealing forlorn legs that mimic those in quest for truth which eludes the simple her shady face, lit up with colours … Continue reading The Ugly Seductress
They call it poetry, I say it’s war of words, birthed out of hate or love, good or bad, pain or gain. They call it poetry, I call it pebbles, thrown at emotions, breaking its grounds, mending dreams. They call it Poetry, I say it’s pain poured out in words, love spilled on canvas, agony … Continue reading Poetry: a blessing, a curse
Dear Husband, How are you? it’s been a while- twenty something years and you are still AWOL, what have you been up to? Where have you overlooked? My mother taught me to wait, wait patiently for you to return from war- life war where you fight with challenges, and circumstances and not with guns. How … Continue reading Letter To My Husband
When the heart is heavy and hands can’t carry When she bleeds from cuts inflicted by hurt Her tears thicker than blood her fist-like teeth clinch her tongue In the battle of words when the heart is dark, You seek an escape from the days of yore, but your legs are chained to the ankle … Continue reading Who Am I
I am the Church. You are the church the building is a church, we are a gathering of churches uniting in a church. I am the bride you are the bride we are a gathering of brides in a perfect union with our groom I am the head you are the head we are heads … Continue reading Holy Rant
My heart is heavy my hands can’t carry her she bleeds from cuts inflicted by hurt she wails, her tears thicker than rain her teeth clinch her tongue in the battle of words this heart is dark light is on a journey of uncertainty where shall I run to when my legs are tied with … Continue reading Hope At Last
…yesterday be gone the old me be starved… dig deeper the grave to swallow the rots of the past. a new way I found the old way is dark and they are at war. hate envelopes the mind of one once in reign setting truth ablaze the old me is lost; lost to the darkness … Continue reading Proselyte
gushing from left to right I see it in its redness. Looking away I stagger and saunter into a field in my blindfold. Eyes now open I see me stepping on blood; whose blood I know not. Looking ahead I see a once vast arable land clothed in crimson. I wonder whose it was. Walking … Continue reading Aceldama
I walk into the shop. I see eyes piercing deep into my marrow. I take a sit. I beckon on an attendant. She frowns. She comes any way but lakadaisically and stands hand akimbo. I scowl. I say I want to a new hairdo. She smirks and walks away. I stare into the mirror, looking … Continue reading The Salon
Heaven kissed us, trees envy us, the street still bear our footprints; not wanting to erase them for the pleasure in seeing them remains fresh and yet so real- she finds succor from knowing we once treaded her paths. houses wink as we walk by, Lads, always on our thrail needing clues. our scent stuck … Continue reading If we can