Did you enjoy your time there? Every moment spent wallowing Fighting without a thread of control Trying to find any shed of light Even when you looked within Nothing there Ghost! All that self-mastery left empty Only finding out the hole had more space Realizing at that dreadful time Prayer was all your broken soul … Continue reading The Only Answer
Peju I know Peju She’s both a noun and a verb A noun because She’s a person A human like me and you A verb, because She prays and makes her way Straight Leading to the intercession quarters Except for her nudgings She’s quite unobstrusive In her fondly voice She said Sam Wouldn’t you join … Continue reading Peju
To my nephew – Demilade Child, Life comes in single pieces and various flavors. The afternoon you were born, The hospital tried to know what your original weight was; They put you on one arm of the scale And counterbalanced it with a heavy chest Filled with golds, diamonds and all the gems known … Continue reading A Song For My Beloveds
I heard this story long ago, so I may not remember everything and I don’t know if it’s all true. But I’ll tell you all the same. It’s said that light years past, there was a man who had a wife and three children, a beautiful family indeed. The man was a successful executive with … Continue reading When God spoke
Dripping blood Our grief was so intense the pain of it hurt my eyes and cheeks deeply severely depressed, I`m left with illusion of blood dripping down over me. Tear ducts constantly make tears it`s keeps our eyes from drying out when we cry. I cried so much I couldn`t connect with mine anymore I … Continue reading Dripping blood into Permutation
Kola went round the house again checking all the doors and windows, making double sure they were locked and barricaded. The single candle which was three inches in diameter burnt brightly, casting its light into every corner of the one room apartment. It was a special one, given to her by The Shepherd; one that … Continue reading The Prayer Warrior
some say their vespers
no louder than muted whispers
and some scrape the vocal cords
with scraping words
rougher than the palms
of the man who works our farms
February 2004 it was when I had temporarily relocated to Port Harcourt for my 6 month IT. Not only was I ecstatic about going 2 live with my late aunt Chioma; bless her soul, but also because of the “exciting gists” I had always heard about the city life, and of course the much talked … Continue reading The Cele Experience