Pray for your country! Leave Merlin and Harry potter and Vampire diaries. I’m watching the enemy wave imminent destruction in our faces and we ignore the threat like rookies. Pray for your country! Kim Kardashian doesn’t know you and probably never will. Whether or not you spend idle hours yakking about the flaws of others … Continue reading If My People Pray…
Now we sail In the canoe The boat paddling And drifting and sailing The boat afloat the river At dusk at the river bank The twilight, the darkness Silence; now the hush Drifting, the chirping Of crickets afar Calm. Stir not For the contents not to capsize This is intense Hmmm! Wait! Be calm Drifting … Continue reading Let Us Pray
Standing on the verge in front of his mud hut, The grey beard of shrivelled face Shakes his head in a piteous slow motion By his side comes a little boy The grey beard pauses And frightfully stares Up to the sky Like a hawk trying to fly away without the prey In an awful … Continue reading Prodigality
As you lay on the grass alongside Chukwuka, your boyfriend, you felt lightheaded. He whispered, “My queen, my one and only,” to you, the classroom walls hiding you both from view. Your young mind rustled, stimulated blood gushed through your body as he traced his fingers all over you. Dry twigs and stalks bit into … Continue reading Dark Deeds
She watched her helpless self Torn in pieces of fire. They burn her, and curse, and The dying untiring, until she bleeds, Die, awake, trudge, and mourn. She gather wounds, and life too Heavy to take her into tomorrow. Unretiring counts of Aborted souls and cheap Blood! What is holy with hell? What devotion … Continue reading Don’t Let Me Die.
As she sat and stared down the horizon, the red savannah sun setting, dipping down the green stretch of the endless plains, so did her hopes. Her heart felt heavy. All around her, there was an air of celebration. Goats and rams slaughtered, mutton laid out on large spits to roast slowly, cornmeal ground and … Continue reading Hasiya
Your milk has gone watery! Abidemi’s voice rose high as she argued with Oladele, her husband outside the house. Her voice was a sharp knife that cut through the serenity of dawn. She clung to her husband’s shirt like a bloodthirsty leech would to flesh. “Piles have finished your life, and you cannot make your … Continue reading The Watery Milk
Each time I rise to the morning of my African sun My presence splits the rays into the many colors of life And only reddish-purples escape the prism Continuously reflected by the inviting mangrove Jacuzzis of oil spills It is finally steadied by the lovely pictures of child soldiers And I am blinded by the … Continue reading Hope Lost