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I. Still dark waters Shares a part of the stillness in our worlds Only the leaps of the water beasts Fit the nonstop thudding of the chests Rotten leaves drop endlessly As I walk through the path fearlessly Hunting for a sign, any sign a blind squirrel on my paths Or a motley rainbow in […]
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In the Mega City
The beaming sunlight touched their tired faces. Staring at the mundane life passing by without hope or luxury. My wares lie neglected and dejected The waft of aromatic food meant nothing to me Yet they were once part of my memory When beads of perspiration meant The sale of the day and the journey ended […]
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The Passage
on nights spirits fail reaper in the collapsing house hungry eager to drink from the tears of mortals on nights wailers wail misery grinning at the living fury in blood puddles of slaughtered animals on nights ghosts travel I know the abode of wandering souls stray where wanderings seem unceasing do the dead walk in […]
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Bye 2020
As the year 2020 started, people made resolutions and had things laid down to be accomplished, I had plans too. Link ups Meeting people is one of the things I still dread, because I already have parting envisioned before connecting. It is difficult when you meet people who are not so up to your expectations. […]
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The Deafening Silence
Tears well up in her eyes the images flashing back in the big house with uninhabited rooms Habouring huge iron pots Piles of wooden spoons, sticks and loads of clothes aging clothes resonating the scent of nostalgia the grass wilted in the sight of the swamp beyond and no chirping of birds in the loud […]
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Where the Sand is Red…
Where the tree branches are wide In a faraway land where the sands are red Enough for men to take naps where animals make their homes where strangers are no longer strangers and wanderers wander no more We screw up our faces seeing strangers Two moons back A young lady visited the neighborhood Luring lads and […]
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2019 Recap: Gratitude
Not all classrooms have four walls! Life is generally a learning space and it’s no classroom. 2019 came with a whole wheel of emotions, not-too good decisions, achievements, NSYC (Feyi said it’s a ghetto), more writings, some good money was made. In all I made and lost more friends than before. Here are the highlights […]
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Bustle From the Past.
Image: Thomas Colle I’d rather not be in a bug infested room spilt milk on the rugs black cats meowing. Rocking to a sad, sad music Filthy mice with moldy crumbs from dark crevices Reliving the bustle of her past. I’d rather not wander the streets Lost in thoughts Shuffling shriveled feet Scavenging for leftovers […]
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Sweet Sour Love II
Tastes creamy on tongues that were once burned But quick tingles on her livid soul, Sweet love! It’s a strange taste, an unfamiliar emotion Eating away her whole being Gifting her a new form; a fragile soul in the memory, once deadened hate sprouts, its blackened roots spreading Swift hate It will cease reaching out […]
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