Neither prose nor poetry
RAIN DROPS, TEAR DROPS
Raindrops, dew drops Drops everywhere One quiet, the other noisy Turtles are not Tortoises. Butterflies are not birdsThey fly all the sameIt’s not only how high you goDid you become who you were born to be? The Rose bears no fruitNeither do Mosses produce flowersComparing one to another is foolishnessLet Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
I LOST MYSELF
I LOST MYSELF I was lost when I entered the supermarket. Goodness me. I bought 3 canned beers and took them home to drink. Pastor, do you drink alcohol? No, I had stopped that after I gave my life to Christ. I can’t tell when and how I bought those Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI-LA
ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI- LA Needle in, needle out like a seamstress I toil daily to get to where they call there Buffeted by aches and pains I remain undefeated I am on a lonely walk to Shangri-La Multiple holes and stones in my leaking shoes Climbing scaffolds, with Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Wonder and the Photographer
I once chanced upon a torn and abandoned old boot on a lonely beach. It told me a lot of stories. Like how in its younger days it was the cynosure of all eyes. So I took its photograph and began a Photo commune with it. How do you make Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
When I was a child.
When I was a child, I had wild thoughts.Thoughts like,Whenever lightning lighted up the sky, In my heart, I say, “God just took my passport photograph”.Whenever thunderstruck, especially the loud scary ones, I said “angels are rearranging the chairs in heaven”.That worked, I guess because I became unafraid of loud Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
What makes a woman beautiful?
This is my contribution to Women’s day. Happy International Women’s Day all women out there. God bless all our women in Jesus name Glorified. Amen. What Makes a Woman Beautiful? It’s her face What if she is cross-eyed What makes a woman beautiful It’s having great legs But I have Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
A time in the Past
No clear footway through the rubble, everything built up has been burnt down Hopes, plans, expectations, pride, all obliterated by the fire of unfortunate circumstances The city of hope is now smokes and smoldering ashes Why me, why me, I asked? If not you, then who endless silence answered. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Na we way be dat
Na we way be dat. Being innocent doesn’t immunize anyone from facing hassles Neither does saying “God is my witness” mean anything to the reprobate mind “My hands are clean” does not guarantee safety in the day of war Running away is also not the antidote to the wickedness of Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
The giant aspect
I am drowning in the sea of giant complicacies The wind, the tempest and the storm in cahoots against me I can’t even muster mustard seed faith I need to fly away to where peace is not an illusion. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I feel like an abandoned woman’s scarf fluttering on the Read more…