DEDICATION I dedicated this poems specially to all Nigerians and Africans who in one way or the other have experienced and suffered pains, dehumanization, starvations, deprivations, and loss of loved ones, to mention a few; through the tyranny and dictatorship of African’s political leaders.
My travails in Dana expressed By the kind gesture of that phantom At the gate of this beautiful place On Sabbath when God rested On man’s origin on resurrection day. This poet with much time To compose my dying thought-few seconds By the pen of history. Though dreams unfulfilled Like aviation Loved ones never to … Continue reading Pandemonium 2: The hustle is over…
… As the pandemonium continues First class and economy, We descended in asymmetric rhythm I thought of my wife, Ngozi My children Tobi and Idera. Of colleagues, Hussein, Emeka and Deolu. Images everywhere as we spin to fall. Flashes of good and other shy things floods through… The memorable eons with my wife. Ice creams … Continue reading Part 1: The Pandemonium continues…
Take that smile One more mile Though life’s troubles often pile And you taste the bitter bile Take that smile One more mile When folks die When you cry Disappointments make you sigh Opportunities pass you by When the sky Seems too high When your hope Falls aslope Though you run, it seems … Continue reading Take That Smile, One More Mile.
The weight of your words bears down on my heart The height of your plight stares down on my faith The depth of your pains cuts deep within my soul You smile but inside you’re in tears You dance but within you’re in a trance You put up a face though inside you’re in … Continue reading A Part of The Other
When it came, it didn’t trickle down slow and labored like the tears that dribbled down my face, the rain came down with brute ferocity, Its sound drumming fiercely on the roof in excited chatter. lightning forked across the skies and thunder roared in a huge baritone that reverberated through my very being making me … Continue reading The Storm
I’m on the third mainland bridge. I’m not here for sight seeing but judging from the amount of parked cars, cameras and security behind me, you would think I am an actor waiting for the Director’s voice to yell ‘JUMP’, so we could complete a scene in another low budget Nollywood movie. I am sure … Continue reading Suicide