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
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…
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
Culinary Delights
Ah ìyàn funfun, king of the swallows beckoned to me in Ekiti man’s land I must heed your call before I enter Ado Èkìtì Gastric juices don dey para for man belle Your union with Read more…
Poetry
I was lost.
This is a poem about a visit I made to Ekpoma several years ago during my quest for admission into BENSU. I dropped several kilometres away from the school because I saw a small signpost Read more…
Poetry
I can’t breathe
This is for all the George Floyd’s out there-“…. I CAN’T BREATHE…. ” Racism is breathing on my face Kneeling on my back Pushing me out of me I can’t breathe. +++++++++++++++++++++ I can’t breathe Read more…
Poetry
Need to get away from myself
Using sleep like a drug Just to get into the land of dreams Can’t stand my screaming conscience I need to sleep to get away from myself. ******************************* An offender desires the paradise of the Read more…