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I was going through my precious blue book when I found this, it’s one of the first poems I wrote and Elsie recently asked why I have a poetry channel and never post poems on the blog so I thought “why not share this?” Hope you like... Read More
Previous episodes The weeks and months moved by rapidly, blending together as the master framework that the president set up so long ago began to take a definite shape. The strain on Emeka was incredible and it was not uncommon for his team to be... Read More
I have thoughts endlessly swirling in my headThoughts that celebrate evil and shun goodThoughts that wander to darknessFleeing from light.There’s a constant battle.Battlefield; my conscienceWhere two higher powers lay restBeautiful sweet... Read More
One (Queen’s move)Dance on my beloved,For soon I shall shed,On our marital bed,Your virgin hymen,your mother will scream amen,And your father will stalk with pride among men.Shake those hips vigorously,Don’t let the beads lie idly,Sway and... Read More
Many times,I chose tears,As the only way,To express my feeling,When the wickedness,In the world emerges,But I’ll wipe tears away,For expression is fleeting.If sorrow had a head,I mean just one,I will be sworn,To find a way for it to be severed.If... Read More
It is 7:15am. Forty-five minutes short of my planned meeting with Uche. The meeting dey important as lying during manifestos, is to our politicians. Should I tell you what the meeting is all about? No joor, I don’t trust you. Uche’s flight to... Read More
The world is still deceived by ornaments The ornaments plea so taint and corrupt But being season with a gracious voice To obscure the show of evil within. Though, sober brow will bless and approve it Hiding the grossness with... Read More
The childish vulnerability caught me By the heart and throat, Nowhere else, it seemed. There was a touch of panic. I felt the finger was on me, I was limed by her but struggle To get myself free. Only the space of a... Read More
In the windows of my eyes; Fingers of purplish red streaked the sky Gradually fading into a deep gold. The sun made its slow climb. Its light streaming into a faceless face, Touching those tears from my eyes. As the sun... Read More