Too many things happened at the same time And getting to find out happened at the nick of time Trust needed to be tested Time couldn’t wait to reveal You can’t be trusted Hope needed to be created Time couldn’t wait to expose Your secrets before it gets too late … Continue reading Time
He is not a man She is not a woman It exist without a passport And without financial support It is aware of when we were all born It colludes with time, seamlessly It mostly makes living forlorn As it makes a sport of feeding ruthlessly It is stronger than all metals It is the … Continue reading The Random Selector
I was playing with my friends At the pub behind our street When they came with the news; They came to tell me That they saw you kick a bucket. That you cracked suddenly And fall onto the west. Yonder, your only daughter, My sister was tending to Your newborn grand daughter Who was soft … Continue reading Letter to My Father
There where time flying There where past dying There where present diving There where future living There I sigh There where time wriggling There where past jugging There where present jingling There where future struggling There I sigh There where time crowing There where past crawling There where present flawing There where future rowing There … Continue reading Time After Time
Time don go But e go come back. Na this same road e dey always pass. You ask me how I take know? Oh Time doesn’t change. But it changes us. Do not just divide and count, make it count. Because you will account for it. Abi you feel say house wey u … Continue reading Time
It was like a Sun’s city or City of the Sun With her ubiquitious seductive rays of gold Hovering everywhere as I drove on a fast lane Too far and near, and near and far she roved up and down; and down and up, she shone! The graceful African Sunset was everywhere The closer it … Continue reading Driving Sun
Sometimes. When I look at you I see those patches of grey you have been hiding from gooses around here,believing they won’t understand a dot of it .I’m the only one who can really see the obvious in you because this mirror don’t lie. The only time it flaws us -is when it deluded us … Continue reading Come your Flame ,Come .
Sharp pains from my wounded heart Now knows my name. This truth stares Into my eyes in disgust, my peace is lost. Our love is bruising. Its wounds are patches on the walls of my heart. I feel more pains when sweet memories claim My sight; these fantasies heal no wounds. Where now is … Continue reading Our Love Is Bruising
November, the month that is more normal than its name And longer than its letters. It is the most busy month but less active than December, Because during its days the past and future meet and check their existence before and after the month. November is never as new as September when people notice a … Continue reading November
I came in the morning, The day still in darkness clothe, And sat under the Bamboo tree – waiting for you. I saw the watch man leave his post, The owl return from its nocturnal gambol, I heard the first crow of dawn – And felt the dew cease its fall As i waited … Continue reading You did not come…
The possibility of unlimitedness of chronometry The seemingly endless entity avowed That has been the meter of existence Has its strength in its irreversibility Time, an end in the context of existence Sets man on an unstoppable forward motion As if time is a conquerable element That man could one day put in the aft … Continue reading Hands Of Time
You are the slender sugarcane
Swaying with grace
In the threads of the evening rain.
Night falls, dawn breaks as she spins her seamless webs… Bones age, strength wanes, yet she stays a faithless whore. Glories rise, glories fade as she works her vile poison… Like a thief that comes to raid, she creeps across our very lives. Now aloof and again coy as she plays her savage … Continue reading Time
Oh artist, I see your unwanted pencil Busy on portraits Finished and framed. See what your lines Have made of her That was that turned necks On unwilling pivots! And some have erased, Time and again, But your pencil, O artist, Cares not for the desire of man. Please, I beg of you, Let … Continue reading Artist
I might look like the worst person on earth, I may very well be. But it hardly matters these days. These days I find that looking bad is considered awesome. You tell a girl she is crazy and she thinks its a compliment. In fact, if you don’t tell her she might be the one … Continue reading Grandma, do us a favour, drop dead