Tell em, tell em… for they will give emselves to death and wish our wish bring em back to life forgetting that humans we are that, we don’t always wish together and even if, we are not God! Humans are chameleons- their hearts no matter how humane I have seen...
Dear wify, I’m not a saint Only your love kept me on the road It’s not easy to say yes and keep it You need to let love burn or we freeze Lets hold unto our beautiful name Let our code remain a secret never to be tame Create trust...
I feel lost but am found I feel hate but am loved Deep inside am changed All I see are stories of infidelity My life goes round n round Am yet to find the one Each the dream comes close The hate returns Each time the hate returns Am lost...
Rarely he comes, but once in a year, with sun-baked smiles for yes men wrists cupped by the burdens of holding unto grudges on file, he is not like rain, certainly not harmattan or heat wave yet he snootily finds his way in, kissing doors and melting locks he’ll ask...
I fight the good fight of the ink Cut my losses I polish my shoes blue And talk in rhymes, the truth. I am a Pen-Wielder! — Nonso Davies Donatus Paper is the battleground With might, I sway my pen Colored in ink, a testament to my prowess My muse;...
Known with antique native history, Seldom ranking among the perfunctory. A hospitable home of avid writers, Perusing books with fat chapters. Custodian of all facets of literature, Notably blessed for her diverse culture. Minna, the birthplace of some Teflon, That many eyes gawk at as despicable don. A grand home-phange...
How can the flower blossom when the Garden ebbs in cancer? Who will notice our tears in dark rains to restore? …and whose hands will saviour who dines unsublime? Today is libyans, a tale we tell of Escapees; but to wither a leper in this Ancestry or war- through a...
I hear cries everywhere At night I sleep not In the day restless I be I see the homes of me families Turn to shreds Blood suckers everywhere On our lands the lads cry for mama’s breast But mama is gone Gone so far that we see her not Daddy is...
Your night came as whirlwind sweeping the tides to thorns and misery. For love, you became unioned in a scandal whose hero jailed truth for white lies. Kirikiri unfleshed your dreams, dreams fractured by crucified Sikiru, ‘SARS’ bound, and your days, five years a slave, and two preys planted...
As parts of my body wither, My bones are eager to desiccate. My eyes rove hither and thither, As though I felt the urge to defecate. I heard death grants solace. Verily, my vices need grace. I believe my end is near, For I to meet my merciful maker. And...
