Love?

LOVE？ Oh！ Valentine， White shirt and red tie， blue sky with dying sun husband and wife， Moon-star lovers， love！ love！！ Is it not？ When there are Sahara stomachs， with its serpents hissing thunder， waiting for our sprinkling of water. where there are trees without barks， chameleons of torn garments， but，we change garment like the sky， …

Poem: 🌿 Herb seller of words

Herbseller of words I am an herb seller of words words that come forth to souls that need a comforting. I have pots, pots of herbs I am cooking consonants and vowels as wine for the creator would you gulp some saliva of patience and inhale breaths, puffed puffs of the herbs the puff that …

There was no fence

There was no fence This evening, I sense earth's whirling like a ball kicked into the wind as I observe this blue sky with love's dying sun like sounds from hell I heard the moaning of the moon then again，I saw the smokes erupting from stars' cigar blurring into the sky when earth becomes Jonah …

MOONLIGHT SONATA

MOONLIGHT SONATA From the weeping wounds of these men I bring verses of agony，written in ink of blood. On the faces of these morning stars， I see lines，marks of violence，deep mourning scars. Instead of the beautiful songs of birds the wonderful whistling of the wind I hear thunderbolt of wailings when death pierce the flesh …

Poem: Abeni

Abeni！ Sometimes，life plays songs on threads of spiderweb for guitar's string in the stages and pages of our every sunrise to sunset. But，Abeni！ May life's palm wine tapper tap you wine wine that stench not. May life's waitress serve you this wine's settlement. Note: Abeni is a feminine Yoruba name. Please comment below. Feel free …

RIME OF TEARS

Rime of tears Mountainous skin befriends crocodile skin black skins with disease as its kin. The protruding stomach aches of emptiness munching their food, are hands blessed with fullness. In their trials, the sun, their tears fry peace, into their midst pry. Like the sky, their heads chameleon its garment turning puppets of alien garments. …

Poem: Olookun.

Olóòkun I am a roaming Roman in the Rome of love Robe me in your robe of love. Let me be the dust in your vortex whirling wind of love I am nothing but dust, let me rust in your love. Note: Olookun, is a Yoruba goddess.  She was one of the wives of Sango. …

Short story: Wrestling a goat

As I gulped my pap with the accompaniment of beans cake. Father's words of advice echoed in my ear as he dropped my school fee on the dinning table. A bulky wad of naira notes binded with a red rubber band. I looked at the money as if it was the summon for the Monday …

Be inspired

Someone shared this photo on whatsapp and I learnt from it. I think you will  too. Comment below. This is my solemn request. #Winks #Christianity #Power #Life #Inspiration #knowledge #Mystery 

Poem: Castles of honeycomb

CASTLES OF HONEYCOMB Akanji！ It is a poet's pondering in his pond of thoughts thoughts of who the architect，bricklayers and carpenters of hearts hearts，hearts of art，hearts of beauty hearts，the earth that hearth castles castles of honeycomb，Oceans Oceans of honey，Oceans that harmattan's she-sun harms not，oceans that flow fore-forever. Akanji！ In my wondering wanderings I wonder wander …