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Demented

"And the dead be bygone" they said It's funny that I think not I resist the thought. Even though I

Hope

I too could be a masquerade Dancing in the street if Oyo Rejoicing at the clatter of tongues my mother

Grief

KoWhen unity awakens our spirit Souls are lifted and we sing a good song Unto the gods of our lands,

Bush meat

Puberty will hit you hard and strike you across the belly. It will shred good things from you But, you

Spider

When a thousand light has been spun by the night dragon And I can see your face Creamy and calm

Crack

His idea of dancing involved standing still while he held my hands and watched me twirl. It was meant for

Victorious

My death means that I have fallen And egungun has won. Such dorks and ignorant people. They think I'll let

Christmas fun-time

Let us summon our spirit man I don't know what you call love My belly is empty and you're rubbing

Gratitude

For you, I can be dustbin How my second wife looked at me I can't ever erase Like dustbin with

My Funny Story

My funny story... So nice and true I don't see any wrong in what I did No matter what you

Nothing

Nothing and empty Yet you say I am one I haven't found myself. Yet I live alone in my corner

Losing wait

Bed sheets affairs It better not be My heart burns lava And misery abound I thought I had it under

A Psalm of Body

¹ Today, we move, again; past the promiscuous politician ² & the rich man's house; past our Crush's frontage, ³

Recluse

I took my mind off you But my heart still beats for you   It broke my heart to be

Oh! My Nation

Oh! My Nation Where is my ration? For they take my portion Of this wide ocean   Oh! My Nation

If it isn’t well

If it isn't well said Let us call unto the Calvary Where the saints march And the dust covers their

The Human Scale

somewhere in a room, a man carries his heart  on his hands  & places this element so fragile  on the

Black or White

I'm caught in a middle, a knot forming, tangled in thoughts, only when that vessel is filled, seeking a tap.

Confused

  Caught between light and darkness Choosing her path was her only weakness   Torn between water and fire She

Green?

Green   In the hours of man In the light of time Even a millisecond Stories change . Tell me

The Step Daughter

The Step Daughter  She hated you for you had come to replace her mother, You made her realize that you

A Present For You

today, you can brew yourself  that sweet cup of coffee.    perhaps it's time you gave yourself  the same warmth

Abiku

Abiku Pour liberation unto the earth Let the soil be wet and moist You've found out the use of your

Of Clothed Homes

I wish to write a poem  of hope,  no coins tossed. to write about a boy  who wishes to pull

My Angle

if only you could see yourself from my point of view,  perhaps you would look past the stretch marks,  the

A Faith’s Fate

Today, I'm a picture, shifting out of place,  A puff & a prayer, yet I still find myself with no

My Convener

Staring at the space My mind was on a race It gave a pace My tongue could not trace Tracy

The Future in the

After three days of sobriety, mourning, and oceans of tears on the pillow,a white paper showed its presence through the

Thoughts through thorns

All is fair in love, and war, I've heard. I never knew war lived in love too. These days, I'm

My Love

My love of all ages Hearthrob despite aches Awesome in all ways Most beautiful of all pretties Angels cannot stand

If I Drop the

If i drop the pen Will thou assist to be there My hands shivers with fear Will you remember me?

Photogenic or Not

You've been sitting down All alone by yourself here Someone asked me Why is that so?? Why don't you join

Love

With a melted heart, A dissolved and undiluted spirit, I declare my heartfelt desire, As a result of my admire,

Quenched

I once ignited a fire to light our world, I once stomped the ashes to be reborn. I once was

Me

A small girl with a big God They say it's weird A girl endowed with abilities They call it absurd

Our Pride

Captured once upon a time Arrested, caged and tortured without a crime Our lives meant nothing, we were monitored Slaves

Nature’s Early Presence

On a normal working Tuesday, Baths taken and clothes worn, Prepped up to go and listen to the master's teachings,

Shades of Me

I'm a master on some days, The other days, just like yesterday, I'm sitting meekly at the commander’s feet, Listening