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…
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…
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
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…
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…
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…
