Short Poems
Outpourings from the heart – 1
Caveat Emptor- This short poems are nothing but words of my imagination and have no link to any man born of woman. Just enjoy it and don’t attribute meanings it was not meant to convey Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Trouble free
Tomorrow I would buy a balloon Fill it with all my heartaches, nerve-aches and headaches Then go to an open field to release it Then watch my pains float away in the wind. Maybe I Read more…
Travel
Good intentions and hiking the Ado Awaye mountains
It takes more than good intentions to go hiking at Ado Awaye mountains. When you are over fifty, you need wisdom, fitness and the support of every other thing. This was supposed to be my Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
The names we bare
Some Nigerians have interesting names. Some were named based on the circumstances surrounding their birth. Some names are like a sentence, subjecting the bearer to a life of interrogations or outright mockery. Such names run Read more…
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…
