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
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…
Neither prose nor poetry
Welcome to Dubai
Land of the dancing fountains The melting pot of beautiful engineering and artistry Grandeur in the embrace of excellence Welcome to Dubai. How can I forget the dazzling night lights of the Marina Or of 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
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…
Neither prose nor poetry
Covid-19, just dey ya dey
Covid – 19, just dey ya dey. All dis wan wey you dey para for road, na ya sef you go kill. Ya egungun don enter express. Na to peme remain. I put you on Read more…
Poetry
Why I wrote nothing
WHY I WROTE NOTHING It was a sunless day in the city of my soul The sky and the stars were in deep sleep My soul was trying to talk to my hands through the Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
The greedy, can’t be satisfied
Man is never satisfied. “The question: ‘At what point is my ego finally satisfied?’ The answer: ‘At no point’. And that is the point.” ― Craig D. Lounsbrough Have you ever seen a discontented butterfly Read more…
Neither prose nor poetry
Adapted Life
Adapted life We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do – Barbara Ward. Nne, Nne, nne, Nwa Ewu called (screaming his lungs out) Read more…
Poetry
Man – The enemy of creation.
Man: The enemy of creation. Nne ewu the nanny goat gave birth to some kids Among them was Nwa ewu the restless. He was so-called because he would not sit still Everything was fun to Read more…
