Hear it pour… watch it flow streaming down our sunken cheeks; Salty tide, currents of grief gathering at our dusty feet… Pools of pearls, rivers of tears, drop after drop of pain heartfelt. See it flow… hear it pour salty rain, torrents of pain; Kindred in nature, they meet the sea; The ocean’s tide… our … Continue reading Salty Rain
After birthing this fourth child Into your cold hands, O life! How much more tears would your jug take To allow for me a child at least For my patience for a heir A trophy to show the world
This violin is my pen, I am the player. I use this tune to ink teary words. I peel my haunted soul – each layer– As I make my song on these chords. See not my tears as salt waters– They are are but rivers of seasoned grief. They flow for me, for sons … Continue reading Song From My Soul
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…
Where is mama? Where is papa? And why are people gathered in our house? On these rubbles What is an aero plane doing here? This is not an airport? Perhaps it has come to take us to London But baba Tope is crying… Why is he crying? My heart quizzed this evening. Let me ask … Continue reading Where is Mama and Papa?
I am Rasheed Yekini My whole life is an epigram I came,jumped and scored. But the team deserted… Six feet and I see pretense Adorned with pains… Crocodile tears everywhere Assuredly my trail,none will yet equal. I am Rasheed not Rashidi, I am Rasheed Yekini!
By Ochuko Tonukari “This is terrible, it is really terrible! I can’t believe these are human beings…” That was how Navy Commander Walter Feghabor, the then military administrator of Delta State gave vent to the emotions that gripped him as he stood spellbound before the human bodies burnt beyond recognition in the wake of … Continue reading Tears on the Burning Field (1)
I weep tonight For our streets gone dark The gory sight of spooky creatures Ghosting past paved stones Ghostly people crying inside walls Wishing to find the magic wand That frees their spirits And brings them back to life Their bodies stay buried Not in wreath-laden graves But in the despicable depths of despair They … Continue reading Notes on Self Discovery
Yes I will be miles away but listen, “Thy heart shall ever remain mine, and mine thys” Is it not I who dream of thee every night? And thee told I, “ours is everlasting” Trust thy dreams darling, Surely they lead to that daily dreamt day, when I shall marry thee… But me going away … Continue reading Weep not…
I have seen
The four walls
Coated with gory hand-prints
Of criminals and suspects
Pleading for a public presentation
I stared at slogans