A REQUIEM TO MY FATHERS SHADOW IN MY EYES I am a fracture of water from my father’s eyes – like a drop of rain in the mouth of a spacious stream / I fetch my father in my vein – and named him D…
African Literature and Lifestyle in One Pot
A REQUIEM TO MY FATHERS SHADOW IN MY EYES I am a fracture of water from my father’s eyes – like a drop of rain in the mouth of a spacious stream / I fetch my father in my vein – and named him D…
I can feel your disappointment At me, at what you have become You had so many plans and goals That 100 days writing challenge The stories you wanted to publish All of which I seem to have fallen short of You were so happy, so…
PIERCING LOVE My placid face, Silently speaks of my pang. My belligerent thoughts Awakens me at night, Making my heart quiver and ponder. He steps in Like a gallant lion Ready to devour his prey. His malicious countenance, Makes my heart shudder. His titillating eyes…
Once were years when we gathered as brothers in the huts of our compatriots, breaking kola nuts in fellowship of the brotherhood; pouring palm wines in remembrance of the blood that binds us. Oh. Once were years, when we gathered, munching kola nuts, gulping…
When we lay you, gently, in the most glorious mahogany box. And you are borne high on shoulders of six pallbearers. When we march, lazily, like a pack of starving school children, dressed in black robes and red eyes and pale faces. When we surround…
i was a toddler at the coast watching older children nailing their own canoes, set for their own sails, set for their own start, away from their beginnings. i was a toddler at the coast watching older children enter the fleet as helmsmen, cruising…
Welcome to my country, Where farmers get killed Prices get hyped, and we cook without onions Gunmen get free entry, But youths get barred. Welcome to my country Students get nabbed Bandits roam free Cows are supreme Human life is worthless! Welcome to…
Why Poetry Why poetry? ‘Tis the eyes through which We see the beauty of creation The pathway of the soul And the river that flows in our mind There is more of poetry Than expressions and rhymes Than painting and arts ‘Tis where tears and…
CHILDREN OF HOPE We are the children of hope Smeared with the oil of dismay And our neck, laden with the jewellery of death We are children of hope Speaking from the place of pain And an address of anguish We are children…
You are the temptation I always fall into You are the fire My bosom can not handle Let’s be at arm’s length This thing you call love The lust that burns within me Is a free one-way ticket Straight to hell The kind I…