Poetry
Parable of my tears
Cloudy weather gathering A storm occasioned by pain is brewing It’s going to rain teardrops today My eyes have refused to be silenced When all the voices in a man insist on speaking at the Read more…
Life matters
All the good people are born in SEPTEMBER.
It’s my birthday today and I am truly grateful to God for his mercies. This post is just to share some fun stuff concerning my life. Let’s get this party started. My UniLag days- So Read more…
Prosetry
Be on your guard (En garde).
I pour unto you the oil of wisdom Use it to water the depths of your soul and survive When men praise you, be on your guard They never mean what they say and they Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Mumu man wey dey beat woman
I tanda for my doormot dey browse my dream Bugatti Veyron moto I com see Odeku run go wear knicker Wan fight woman To show say im be man. ************************ Dis mumu man no get Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
I tanda for my doormot
I dey my doormot, dey look rain wey dey fall, stop and start again Naim I come tell the rain Bros, see wetin you cause for ya self Common to fall, you no sabi again. Read more…
Poetry
A Mother’s battle
A mother’s battle Though heavy and tenuous Scratch, scream, bite or beg She does the needful, even getting help from the IMMORTALITY THAT DWELLS IN THE THIRD HEAVEN. ************************ A mother’s battle The weight of Read more…
Prosetry
Jejely
Jejely, naim I tanda for my door, dey drink my àgbo I com sight winch man where im dey cry like tata The woman wey im dey always beat dey there dey tell am sorry Read more…
Prosetry
Standing by my door
Standing by my door Gazing down the busy street “Same old”,”same old” it said to me “Nothing has changed”, I sighed and agreed. Bank dem still de charge me for maintaining card wey dey my Read more…
Prosetry
Today, when no one was looking…
Today Whilst no one was looking I picked my nose Dug in real deep And shot fireballs into the sky. Today whilst no one was looking I scratched my butt It felt really good What Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Peppery bowls and watery eyes
Peppery bowls, the harbinger of watery eyes The reward of interacting with the spicy, the intense and the tasty Send Mama’s boys away to feed on cake and vanilla ice-cream While valiant men kiss the Read more…
