THE SECOND WIFE. She won the duel, but she’s still fighting. She cooks the gruel, but she’s still starving. Like the over-zealous sibling She fetched the cane; but will soon be flogged. A product of ego and a revelation of where he goes. A product of low self worth and a revelation of desperation. A … Continue reading The Second Wife
The Nigerian courage-God with us When will Nigeria discover our dream nation is not a mirage? It’s something achievable without rage We could increase and increase in attainment without gauge If we curb our selfishness in a cage And show the world it doesn’t require a sage. Commitment is the cart to fasten our horse. … Continue reading When?
They call me Lee Please don’t fight me Am not a bruised Lee, fighting for his right My right fights for me, aided by my left at altered height. Hey! Please wait Look at me, I lift no weight, Harbours no hate the devil could table the feast Preceding your ” humble-party”, hosted by my … Continue reading Don’t Fight Me-not A Bruised Lee
Badagry express route! It’s all the way car hoot. With your nostril filled with fume soot. It’s a stretch where tradesmen cast their lot. Defiling the weather so hot. Therein passengers traipse for this-a-that not because they are nut. Most have no better mode A day of twenty-four, eight hours is spent on the road. … Continue reading The Express Bad. Agree?
I need a slow car to drive me slowly out of this town. I’m taking a second look, having a second thought of everything. Like clay absorbing water, I’m taking in everything ,but slowly. Because i want to relish every passing moment. I need to walk these streets slowly. Delay exhaling while i breathe in … Continue reading Taking My Town Elsewhere
His creditors cancel the books. His neighbours, books him a part in their penance. Regret is the penance of his greatest sibling rival. Last encounter stories increase in greatness to the greatest by the last. Everyone flashing the camera to the last scene, Scrutinizing scenes between the reverse-play Pondering where they ought to have stopped … Continue reading What If He Commits Suicide?
Just like waterfall. You pour out so much and it’s still not all. You keep falling and no one says sorry. Your consistence,like a lovers sleeping and waking thought never called worry. Your loud affection for the ground is a drone at a distant. Very intense;transfixes in an instant. You create gorges;and make them steeper … Continue reading Waterfall
The urge is so strong. Getting hotter,as it ascends an even higher thought rung. White hot message,when delivered,to grasp requires fire-tong’ It has lain so long unspoken in my lung. And became immune from wrong. A tacit and succinct comparism,i so much long. Aha! like on the head of the disciple-a fire-tongue. Detonating the tongue … Continue reading The Message