Poetry
#Metoo; Has this happened to you too?
Sex for marks and sex for promotion is an evil that should not be encouraged anywhere at all. A lot of the victims of this sad acts have not gotten justice. I wrote this poem Read more…
Life matters
Who are you ?
Who are you? When people meet you especially for the first time, what type of feelings do you leave them with? Do you leave them more drained than they were before they met you or Read more…
Poetry
Sadness in my soul
Elegiac thoughts streaming into my soul Sad songs that make one cry Of what use is the elegies of the dead past Sad songs that make me cry. Like the malodorous stink of a skunk Read more…
Poetry
How can I help you
How can I help you When I am in my own hell Fires of lack burning me The pain of paucity is all I see. How can I help you When I am caged In Read more…
Poetry
I am waiting for you to call
169 rejected calls after Ridicule settled as dew upon me My field of life wet with shame A mockingbird flew over my head A black cat gazed ominously at me It’s going to be a Read more…
Poetry
WHAT HAPPENED TO US
A sentence without meaning An existence without life. Claiming rights instead of embracing love A union of the disunited This is what our love has become. The songs have died down The romance has dried Read more…
Travel
Why you should travel before you are too old.
You must travel before you are too old. I am almost in my mid-fifties so I think I am qualified to talk about this subject. I have always loved photography and traveling as a child Read more…
Travel
What happened at the 2018 African Drum Festival?
The group from Oyo State in Nigeria weaved the talking drum into their hair. What happened at the 2018 African Drum Festival? Fun, excitement wonderful cultural displays etc. All these and more happened at the Read more…
Poetry
The poetry in paradoxical thoughts
The Poetry in paradoxical thoughts. A wise man said: Some are so rich all they have is money. And I say : Some as so poor all they have is misery. Which is better? Poverty Read more…
Poetry
AUTOPSIES I HATE
Yet I find self conducting one in my thoughts. Autopsies of how they treated me. Autopsies of what they said to me last. Autopsies of rejection, devastation, defeats and regrets like an unending river terrorises the weary soul. Everyday, my Read more…
