Short Poems
And the dove died
And the dove died. The dove fell with a thudLet out an unheard screamYielded up its soulAnd returned to the Maker Who knows if he had just made his nestHis Mrs, warming the eggsNo more 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 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 Read more…
Life matters
All in the morning
I have persisted in sticking to my early morning routine of walking/jogging around my neighbourhood in the wee hours of the morning. OK, it’s no biggie, just around 30mins of brisk walking. Having stuck to Read more…
Prosetry
Spend the last be with JESUS
Even if you see yourself as one of the many reflections in the mirror of life Passerby’s that the reflecting glass do not reckon with Just another average “Joe or Jane“ hastening to God knows 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 Read more…
Prosetry
Red Zone Reputation
I don’t make eye contact with him for your sakeI don’t crack a smile when he whips out his jokesI don’t come around when he is hereaboutsI would do more if it would give you Read more…
Prosetry
How I Survived so far
How I survived. I use my hope to chain down harmful fears While designer perks in my adornments operate as visual metaphors for my expected ends Faith keeps me anchored to the oncoming solution Till Read more…
Prosetry
Pain in my tears
Pain added to my tears Stinging my weary eyes Drowning my frustrated soul All because a friend concluded I was going to die old and lonely. I look forward to the days when I would Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Nightmare Hotel
Creepy from the get go A place suited for shady dealings Come in, go out, no questions asked This is my hotel, no, it ain’t a brothel. **************’********* I hated the place at first sight Read more…