He died not once But twice he trade Along death’s lane Dragging with him his undertakers Those who defy What his name portrays Kokumo, a man of valor His plea to die; Answered Death killed him Twice Sacrificing more to please his vice The tears to grieve more than one The blame on whom do … Continue reading Kokumo!
Glorious pink, fleeting but unforgettable Brilliantly blossom Embraced with yellow-white tips Subtle and Sweet Unfurl from thorns around Each day a rebirth A new life to unravel From the swamps through to escape The muddy ponds to grace its beauty Groomed to bloom gorgeously Strained to escape life’s bait Struggles forgotten, now it glows A … Continue reading Lotus Flower!
From the stream, I returned The black pot my head embraced Bare footed I sing along Melodies of birds chirping Suddenly! Strikes a thunder, Splitting the heaven in asunder Farmers’ cutlass put to rest Maidens’ pots down it kept Heavy downpour, sand it swept Thunder! Again it strikes The god of thunder wobbles the ground … Continue reading Sango Spare Me The Black Pot
He was green, I was red He was a virgin, I was not Dragged to pay for sins not his’ Many to dive, in the same drowning sea I aim to paint the green with red Wake the dawn, a training for the morrow Don’t judge yet, I lost mine too You don’t know how … Continue reading I Took His Virginity
My head was still bleeding but not that much, I registered and left that area to take care of myself. My loads were not much, thanks to my brother Gboyega, who told me not to carry much things. I sat on the pavement of one of the school classrooms, you don’t need to start asking … Continue reading NYSC Wahala- Part 2
Many are wise Many surprise Many re lifted Many super-lifted Craves for their sense of humor Too excited in the world of turmoil Many are fools Stipulated in the worlds tools Many castle in the air Away they re carried without care Having forgotten to trace back their words An exaggerated tycoon against all odds … Continue reading My You
How I struggle and crave amongst the ovule To be the lucky unborn star To a fetus I strive to develop In her womb, a home for me Oh! Mother, do not I plead Oh Mother, poison not a generation A healthy baby will I one day become Though you re not ready We’ll struggle … Continue reading A Plea From The Womb.
I woke up again and it was still 2am, I wish it was 4! I can’t wait to get to camp. It sounds so beautiful to be in camp and I can’t wait to get there and wear those wonderful uniform. That was what I was waiting for, almost all my friends knew I was … Continue reading NYSC Wahala- part 1
I lingered on to the forest The gong hanged in it trust Of a neck accustomed to a rope Attired down to design the robe A hand strangled to the gangan The ear awaiting the brannigan To choose the best of the sound Down the lane of my leg abound The lashes again from my … Continue reading Save The Last Dance
Is the Rose naked? why is their beauty obvious? Why compare me with a Rose? Beauty and bold! Tell me, is there a way to survive? Is there a way to be better? Why is the Rose among thorns? thriving not to be concealed! Do Roses has just a dress? It glitters but would it … Continue reading Question for my Rose!
Shut up! Scream a voice up top Sweet bitter truth revealed Silence cry envied Stench of grave parade Steorotyped with blood pardoned Save me! Cried the ghost summoned untold to fought Saddened battle not to be won Safely across to a place not gone Stitches of pain un-healed Struggle to live i concealed Sudden crack … Continue reading When I’m Gone
Right infront of the mirror I did gaze, the fullness of my body I just added a year Still a teen but madly in love Its valentino My valentine, for he is a god I want to be a goddess The things about him I appreciate Though it seems indelicate: I’d like to find him … Continue reading Naked!
I wondered and pondered How it could be such a complex temprament Could lie unknown? I have often wondered, Could it be, That little me so complexly created? Then my thoughts did turn, Who could it be, That made me so, So intensely ferocious? Oh! How I wondered, how it could be, How I could … Continue reading Could It Be Me?