I lay my dreams on the table Like a clocking call, I waited, Dream deferred and dreams achieved, A feeling that differs, not all will feel. A story of when, not more than words of pen, a living tree exhale more life than dead. Give me time to lay the vision in my sleep, Like … Continue reading Dream, good to meet you!
Sleep clutched me at the nape of the neck, as I struggles awake. I reached out and my hand found it, the light switch. Sweet warm light flooded into the living room. Awake and slightly disoriented, I staggered to a sofa, stifling a yawn, wondering why I had sleepwalked to the sitting room. The tick-tock … Continue reading The Waking Dream
When it’s dark in my room, I think of sweet things: Maybe one ashewo from V.I. Come to perform for me. When it’s dark in this room, I think of sweet things: Maybe they carry me too Go National Assembly. When it’s dark in Naija I think of sweet things.
Morning.
I wake up
And greedily inhale lungfuls
Of the crisp clear air
That prepares me
For everyday’s vicissitudes.