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  • October 20, 2021

    Untitled…

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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…

  • June 29, 2021

    In the Mega City

    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…

  • March 17, 2021

    The Passage

    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…

  • January 1, 2021

    Bye 2020

    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.…

  • November 10, 2020

    The Deafening Silence

    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…

  • July 5, 2020

    Where the Sand is Red…

    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…

  • December 31, 2019

    2019 Recap: Gratitude

    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…

  • November 5, 2019

    Bustle From the Past.

    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…

  • March 16, 2023

    HOMEBOUND

    HOMEBOUND

    I want to go home but I’m afraid I don’t know where home is anymoreFew years ago it was where I used to livePlayed and slept inLaughed at mundane jokesDreamt scary things and shed crocodile tearsnow that house is no moreIt has become rubble ForgottenA thousand feet must have walked on itOrHome is swallowed by…

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